After we have finished our breakfast, we head back to my cell, containment room thing. I still have no idea what to call it. But no matter. On our way back, I once again get sucked into the trance of admiring my body in that very overly sized mirror. I can't help it that I'm so hot. Plus it's nice to know that I think of myself as hot instead of ugly, like I used to. I extend my wings out as far as I can, and am overwhelmed with the large wingspan I have. They both stick out to my sides at four feet long I am guessing. Making for an eight foot wingspan.
I still can't seem to shake the bought of flying through the air out of my head. It saddens me deeply that I'm stuck in this building where learning to fly would be an impossibility. It makes me feel empty inside, like part of me has been stripped away from me. Having wings, but can't fly. I fold my wings back in, and move on to focus on other bodily features. Like my mane, which I seem to have fallen in love with over night. I like how soft it is to the touch, and how much volume it has. My tail is like a copy of the back of my mane, hanging from my back, and I can actually move it, which is kinda fun in a way.
I give my tail a few flicks and wags, exploiting another giggle from me. When it comes to my fur, it feels kind of weird, being covered head to...ankle with hair, but it keeps me warm whereas I would be really cold. It too, is very soft indeed. I don't mind my fur at all really. The weirdest thing to me is my hooves. Just the word in general is weird. But, like my fur, I don't pay too much mind to them. Although I do like the sound they make when I walk. I didn't really like my human body, and I didn't really find it fun to be a full quadruped, so I like this Anthro body a lot. In a way I feel...right in this body. Like, this is the real me. I can't help but smile that this is my body till, death do I part from it.
I notice my sister just standing there, smiling at me. Her golden irises glowing under the light. I reach down and pat her head. She leans Into my hand affectionately, her ears drooping downward. Who would have thought that a unicorn from a little girls show really exists along with all the others, and made such a great impact on my life. She made me what I am now. The side of me I've been searching for my whole life. And to think it was me having to turn into an anthromorphic Pegasus.
"Emma?" Lyra speaks up, distracting me from my thoughts.
"Yeah, sis?"
"Are you really happy with this? What will your parents say when they find out you're stuck like this for the rest of your life?"
"Knowing my parents, they'll find a way to work around this, and I couldnt be happier, except for going home would make me happier." I shrug in response, shoving my hands into my pant pockets. That's when I feel something in my right pocket. I grab onto it, and pull the object out to find its my phone!! "Oh my god I forgot I wanted to call them!" I squee a little, hugging the phone close to my chest.
I turn my phone on, and open the lock. I go into my contacts, and search for the name "MommyCakes" yes it's a weird name but so what. Haters gonna hate. I tap the name, and I press call. I hold the phone up to my ear, which was odd, having to hold it by the top of my head. Rather than the side. The phone rings twice, before being answered.
"Emma?" my mothers voice asks.
"Yeah, mom. Its me." I'm surprised that I'm even getting a signal in this place.
"Where are you?! Are you hurt?!" she screams into the phone. I flinch, pulling the phone away from my ear for a second. These pony ears are more sensitive than I thought.
"I don't know where I am mom, and I'm not hurt, Im fine. So don't get so worried okay?"
"Okay hun."
"I'm in some sort of government building I assume. Turns out I was part of some expirement."
"WHAT?! They aren't doing anything to you are they?!"
"No mom, and you don't have to scream okay? Having pony ears makes it hurt more.
"So you're still going through those..."
"Phases?"
"Yeah that's it! And I'm sorry about yelling. I just wanna make sure you're okay."
"It's cool mom. And about those phases....I don't know how to tell you this mom."
"Tell me what?"
"I'm stuck as an Anthro." I sigh into the phone, feeling my ears flatten out.
"So you mean you..." She never finishes, because I soon begin to hear sobbing.
"Mom, don't cry, it's not as bad as it seems. I-if it makes you feel any better, I'm actually happier like this. Im not lying, mom." I don't get a response except for sobbing.
"Mom, please stop crying. I'm hoping they'll let me go soon so I can come home. I love you mom."
"I-I love you too Emma."
I didn't know what to say next, and neither did mom because she stayed quiet, resulting in a long period of silence.
"So, you're really happy being a pony?" She asks a few moments later.
"Yes mom. To be honest, I feel as if I've found this missing part of me. You know what I mean? When you feel part of you is missing?"
"Yes, I know the feeling, hun. I guess you're right, it's not all bad if you like it right?"
"Yeah, plus, being a Pegasus I'm really hoping to learn how to fly."
"But, that's dangerous! You could get hurt!" She pouts in protest.
"Mom, I'm a Pegasus, I'm sure I'm built to take a licking and keep on ticking."
"This is just all too crazy. From the moment you came home that day, and how you were so upset. Now You're happy with it, and I'm hearing my daughter refer to herself as a creature of mythology. Not saying that's a bad thing, buts it's just...a lot to take in that you're stuck this way." She sighs deeply, followed by a sniffle.
"We can work around it, right mom? I've noticed there's a lot of good things coming from this. Like making me happy. That's what you want, is for me to be happy right?"
"Yes, I do want you to be happy."
"What's wrong mom?"
"When those officers burst into our home, I saw everything that happened all the way up to where they..." Once again she fails to finish because she has begun to sob again.
"Oh, mom, I'm...I'm sorry I..."
"You don't have to be sorry." She manages to get out through her sobbing. "I just don't want that to happen again."
"It won't mom. Chin up okay? Be happy that I'm fine and that I'm happy okay? I gotta go. tell dad I say hi, alright?"
"Okay Emma. Be safe. I love you."
"I love you too, mom. Bye." I hear a beep come from my phone, telling me she hung up. I press end call, and I slip the phone back into my pocket. I notice Lyra standing there with a shocked and worried expression.
"Is everything okay, Em?" she asks worridly.
"Yeah, my mom is just a bit stressed from this whole pony situation, but I know we'll work that out later."
"Okay. Hey, big sis, can I have a hug?" Lyra stands on her hind legs, reaching her forelegs out to me.
"Of course Lyra." I reach down and pick her up, and hug her. She nuzzles my cheek a little as she lets out a little giggle.
"Thanks, now don't put me down. Too lazy to walk."
"Okay then." I reach a hand up to stroke her mane, causing her tail to swish left and right, as I begin to do the same with mine.
I carry the mint green unicorn all the way back to my room. As I walk inside, I hear the faint sounds of crying. Must be Lacey in a nearby room. I set Lyra down by the door, and head to the source of the crying. When I get to the door, I get the thought it may be locked, but it opens with ease.
I see Lacey laying on her bed, curled up, crying into her pillow. I sit next to her on the bed, and lay a hand on her furry shoulder. She stops crying, and turns to see me there. She gasps, and throws herself into me, hugging me tight.
"What's the matter Lacey?" I ask, holding her in my arms.
"I wanna go home, but I can't!"
"What do you mean you can't?"
"Remember my dad? he'll just throw me out again!"
"Yeah, but maybe your mom might throw him out instead."
"Maybe you're right, but I just won't be able to show my face there again." She sighs sadly, and rests her head on my chest. "Why do you care about me?"
"Because a sweet little girl like you shouldn't have to go through this." I go to pet her mane, and just like Lyra, she pushes her head into my hand.
"Look at us, Emma. Freaks to the rest of the world."
"Nobody knows about you or that other guy, but they know about me, though."
"Sorry to hear." She sighs again, and she begins to run her fingers through the fur on my chest. "You remind me of my mom because you're so nice and caring just like her."
"Awe, thanks."
"It's like, we're going through the same thing, but you set aside your own worries to comfort me. And you don't even know me all that much."
"I'm the kind of pony who puts others before myself."
"I see you're taking to this well, you just referred to yourself as a pony, heh heh."
"I like being a pony. what's wrong with that?" I don't get a verbal answer, she just shrugs.
"But thank you anyway, Emma, it means a lot to me." She gets I to a more comfortable position on my lap, burying her head in my fur as much as she can. She gives out a short yawn, and the next second I notice she's fallen asleep. I can't help but smile as the cute filly sleeps away in my lap.
I sit there for about five minutes, holding the filly in my arms. I gently place her back on her bed, and pull the covers over her. "Good night my little pony." Wait. Did I just say that? She's not mine or related to me! I know I've accepted being a pony, but these outbursts just have a way of sneaking up on me. I shrug it off, as I exit the room, closing the door behind me.
"That was really sweet of you, Emma." I hear Lyra coo, as I turn around. She's standing right behind me.
"Yeah, I feel really bad for the little squirt. I really hate to see her cry like that."
"I bet you would make for a very good mother."
"Awe, really?" I ask, heading back to my room.
"I see it in you, sis. You seem to have a thing for children. What's your cutie mark anyway? if you have one.
"What's that?"
"A small illustration that appears on both flanks of anypony who has found their true talent. See how mine is a lyre?" She turns a bit and for sure I see a lyre right there on her side.
"Oh. Well mine I guess is a shooting star with blue and green light I bolts shooting out of one side."
"Hmm, I wonder what it means. May I see your cutie mark?"
"Knock yourself out."
I pull down my pants just enough to show the cutie mark. Lyra studies it, getting at least an inch away from contact.
"Maybe you're best at something to do with shooting stars?" She makes a quizzical face, still eyeing the mark that adorned my hips.
"What do you mean? We wouldn't be here if you didn't have that potion, and with that said, how as a human am I best at something like that?" Lyra backs away from me, puzzled, and worried. Then I finally realize that I just sounded like a big jerk. "Oh, I'm sorry, sis, I didn't mean to sound so crass, I was just trying to prove a point."
"Okay, I thought you were mad or something."
"No, I'm not mad, but..." I take a second or two to yawn. "I am tired. So O think I'm gonna take a very early nap."
"Okay, see you later, Em!" She smiles, giving me a hug which I hug her back. "Love you!" She says excitedly, before trotting off. I chuckle to myself a little before heading to my room.
I flop down on the bed, covering myself with the sheets, ands getting comfortable before dozing off.
6 hours later...
"Emma wake up! Wake up, Emma!!"
I feel myself being nudged awake by somepony. But can't that somepony see that somepony is trying to get her beauty rest?
"Emmaaaaa!!!" The voice shouts, Jiggling me violently.
"Okay, I'm up! I'm up! What do you want?" I ask with a groan, moving to sit up.
"You're going home!!" Lyra squeals.
"What, already?!" I ask, shocked, instantly wide awake.
"Yeah!"
"Okay, where do we go?"
"Come on, follow me!" She hops down from the bed and trots out of the room.
I do as she tells me to, and as soon as I get into the hall, I see a little white girl with blue hair and a tail? Except she's human.
"Lacey?" I ask the little girl
"Oh, hey Emma, we're all getting to go home! And I was lucky enough to change back to my human self!"
"But you..." I stammer.
"I know! Lyra put a spell on my mane and tail so that in case I did change back I would get to keep these awesome braids!" She turns around and swishes her tail around.
"Well isn't that nice?"
"Yeah, but I'm going to miss you, Emma." She comes up to me and hugs me around my waist. I kneel down and hug her in return. And just like wih Lyra, I pull a feather from my right wing and hand it to her.
"So you'll never forget me." I simply say, putting the feather in her hand.
"I won't, I promise!" She hugs me again. "You're the best friend I could ask for, Emma."
"Same to you, squirt."
"I have to go now." She says sadly, as a black man in a suit comes and takes her hand and leads her away. "Bye, Emma."
I smile to her and wave goodbye.
"Come on Emma! Our ride's here! You want to go home, right?" Lyra skips over to me, and attempts to push me, but to no avail. I watch as one of my friends disappears around a corner, and tears slowly form in my eyes. "Let's go!"
I shake away my tears. "Okay, I'm coming." I huff. She gallops away, and down another corridor, leaving me to try and keep up with her. As I turn around the bend, I bump into something, or should I say someone.
"Hey watch where you're go-" the voice says, very masculine, and familiar. After toppling backwards, and falling on my arse, I try to process what just happened. As I get up I see a teenage boy around the early twenties. He has short brown hair with those weird spirals shaven in. His eyes are of a hazel color, and he stand about an inch or two taller than me. "Oh, it's you. I see you've yet to change back." he deadpans.
"Brian?" I ask out of curiosity.
"Yeah, it's me. I'm happy I'm finally over with this and I'm finally getting to get out of this shit hole."
"Sounds nice."
"Yeah, now get out of my way, freak." He shoves me to the side, and moves past me.
"Yeah screw you too!!" I snap back before chasing back after Lyra.
I come to a door she went through, and I follow her inside. Or should I say outside. There is a black truck, with men waiting. I see Lyra inside in the back seat, even through the tinted glass. The two men approach me.
"For safety, and security of this facility, we are ordered to do this." One of them says. He pulls out what looks like a napkin from his back pocket. Oh I see. You couldn't have done that when you brought me here? instead you have to bucking bash my face in with a gun? Dafuq is wrong with this place?! I roll my eyes, not saying anything. They put the cloth over my muzzle, and within seconds I'm unconscious.
2 hours later...
When I wake up, Lyra is there, sleeping. They probably knocked her out too. As I come to my senses, I notice the SUV come to a halt. I peer out the window, and notice were in a drive way, behind a red jeep, and when I see the house, I'm filled with so much joy. I attempt to open the door, but should have known it would be locked. the two men exit the truck and pull open my door. I un buckle myself, and exit the truck. I see that Lyra is just waking up, and is getting out as well. I begin my trek up the side walk then to the porch and up the stairs, Lyra yawning and following close behind.
I get to the door, and ring the doorbell. A few moments later, the woman known as my mother appears, and when she sees me, she quickly unlocks the screen door, letting me in. She pulls me into a tight hug, without saying anything. She must be too shocked to even think right now.
"I'm home, mom." I simply say. "I'm home."