Ch. 3: The Grand Reveal
I floated over a chair to my door and braced it shut. I didn't have much time before my mother--
"WALTER! BREAKFAST!"
... Before my mother, Greta Krimm, started demanding I come up for breakfast. I couldn't very well call out to her to answer, I had Trixie's voice now. I comforted myself knowing that somewhere in the world, some poor sod was likely going through a similar experience.
I cleared my throat and then tried to speak as lowly as I could. "Hi, mum." By the sun and moon, I sounded like one of those women who had a chip on their shoulder about men. There was no time to refine my voice to a modicum of what it once was. Stomping footsteps were coming down the stairs and towards my room.
A loud knocking came at the door. "Walter, come out! Breakfast is ready! Are you still asleep?"
"NO! I'm awake, don't come in here!" I called back, wincing as I strained my voice octaves lower than it usually was.
"Are you sick? You sound sick, do you want me to get a Tylenol?" my mother asked from outside my room.
"No, I'm not sick, I just..."
"Are you masturbating?" Jeez, now I knew it was my mother's side of the family that I got my bluntness from. "I'll just leave you alone, it's pancakes and sausage for breakfast by the way."
"Wait don't go!" I clapped (clopped?) my hooves to my mouth. I had done away with my fake voice. There was silence from the other side of the door.
"Walter..." my mother began. "Is there someone in there with you?"
"No, I have something I need to tell you but I really need to do it at my own pace, okay?" I called out through the door.
I moved to my bed and hopped back on, laying on a corner and trying to make myself as unassuming as possible. It was easily done and I called out again.
"Promise me you won't scream when you see me?" I called out.
"Why does your voice sound like that? Did something happen to you last night?" she questioned.
"I guess something did, but it will make sense once I explain everything." I used my magic to lift the chair away from the door. It opened slightly and I saw my mother enter my room.
She looked right at me and our eyes met. I smiled slightly to indicate myself. Her eyes widened.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"The Great and-! I mean, mom, it's me, your son, Walter, I've become... well... this." My mother fell to her knees and I was left worrying if she'd faint and hit her head on something.
"I don't... you look like one of those..." She began.
"Ponies from that children's show that my younger cousins watch, yes." I completed her sentence for her. I might as well have done this fast, like ripping off a band-aid, or pulling out a railroad spike out of one's leg. No point in dilly-dallying, I continued.
"The show is My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic and, as I am sure you know, it has adult audiences as well. I am one of these adult members, bronies, some people call it. This morning I woke up like this, no idea how it happened." I looked at my mother and waited for her to talk.
"I heard something about this on Yahoo, but I just thought it was a joke." She said.
I shook my head. "Nope, it's real, near as I can tell."
My mother stood up again. "How are you handling this so well?"
"I got through my doubts about an hour ago, it's not so bad, sure, I'm shorter than a lot of midgets now, but..." I gestured to my horn with a hoof. "I'm a unicorn, and I'm able to perform magic, like this."
I concentrated on my alarm clock beside me and lifted it up, waved it around to make sure my mom noticed it, and set it back down.
"Why didn't you tell me you were a brony until this happened?" That question hurt a bit.
"I don't go insisting to know every single detail about your leisure time. In fact there are moments when I would prefer it if you remained silent on such matters. I guess I was just extending the same courtesy, no point in telling everypony my little hobby." Oh dear, I had just used another ponyism, hopefully that didn't worry her.
"So what now?"
"Now," I said, standing up. "We have breakfast, and tell dad."
"How do we go about it?" Mom asked.
"I suppose I should just get it over with quickly, or would you prefer to tell him a few things first?"
"I don't really know what I'd tell him, I don't know much about this show..."
"Would you like to see an episode? I look a great deal similar to one of the characters in it." She nodded.
With a glowing horn I set up my laptop to play "Boast Busters" on youtube. When the end credits my mother looked at me.
"You were rather prideful when you were younger. Trixie, huh." My mother was looking at the wall with a blank expression on her face.
I stood up again and walked towards her. She looked at me and smiled.
"What?" I asked.
"You're wearing shorts, but you're so small they're like a full set of pants."
"Yes well, I didn't want you to see me naked, least I could do."
"Come on, let's go tell dad."
I followed her through the basement and to the stairs where I stopped. The stairs were a varnished wood, and I was worried to slip, given the steep incline. I lifted one hoof to the step and my mother, already half way up, looked back at me. I lifted another hoof and pulled my self up onto the next step. I had once been able to take the steps two at a time, no longer. It was now more like climbing a ladder than a set of stairs, but I made it, and was standing by our house's kitchen. I walked to the living room next to it and laid myself down on the ground.
"Alright, you bring him over," I said.
My mother went back to her room to retrieve dad and I was left sitting on the floor. I shifted my legs out from underneath me and took in a sharp breath as the fly of my pants rubbed along my underside. Crud, I'd forgotten to put on underpants, and now the still cold metal zipper was driving me nutty. I waited, and tried to hold still, finally I gave up and stood. It had been five minutes since I had laid down. Mother was taking a long time.
"He's what?" I heard from the bedroom and immediate footsteps.
I rolled my eyes and waited to be noticed by my dad, Frederick Krimm. His eyes skipped over me, literally, he was looking to high up to see me.
"Ahem," I said, waiting for his eyes to lower over me.
"What are you?"
"Nice to see you too dad," I deadpanned, I wasn't in the mood for entertaining any delay in explaining the situation. "I have, for some reason, turned into Trixie Lulamoon, unicorn mare illusionist of the show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic." I waved a fore hoof in front of me and struck a pose.
Dad was staring at me. He opened his mouth to speak. "This was on the news."
"Mom told me something similar, perhaps you could turn on the television and we can all be informed of this situation?"
Without questioning my father walked over to where he kept the remotes and used one to turn on the TV.
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OH WONDERFUL, THIS AGAIN...
1523125
I believe the reason this keeps happening is because it's all part of one big collab. You know, like the Chess of the Gods thing.
1523125>>1523179
Daddy Discord is correct, there is a group devoted to writing these. Here is the link if you want to know more.
Here.
1523179>>1523210
That doesn't make it anymore ok.
Nothing against this fic in particular, just this trope is overused. Even if they are a part of a collab.
Honestly, besides a few common grammar mistakes (apostrophes, commas, caps) , this fic is pretty good. Is the trope overused? Yeah.
But that doesn't mean there's anything wrong with this story in particular. Don't hate on it, there's really nothing wrong.
1523345
Thank you for the defense. I know it can be common for some people to act against tropes like TCB or X is a changeling. But I really think that down voting for genre preference is wrong.
1523252
Would you explain to me why using a trope is so wrong? I understand that it can get to feeling like everyone is beating on a dead horse and that a particular genre might get flooded with absolute crap. But even with something as cliche as X is a changeling you can still have great fics like "The Three Sisters", "Want Me, Need Me, Love Me" and "Solitary Locust" can have subtle stylistic differences and be well written.
Another example of how a story can have offensive content, yet still be well written is this.
Or clop in general that can still be intriguing.
1523413
I actually enjoy this little universe cooked up here. The biggest surprise for me is why the Pinkie one hasn't been made yet.
1523429
Probably because Hoopy Mcgee already wrote a spectacular one.
(Well, kind of. It wasn't specifically his character on Earth as Pinkie Pie, but... yeah.)
1523463
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Actually, this one feature a lot of similarities too (but is also very graphic and detailed on the body.
This one also does a good job, and is more situation oriented rather than... body oriented.
1523492
I was talking about the part where you said:
Humans-in-Equestria is not a trope.
Stop trying to justify this.
1523507
oh. I meant for this specific universe. I actually joined the group chronicling these stories a week ago, and out of the Mane 6 only the Pinkie one hasn't been made yet. Sorry for the confusion (well, my thickheadedness) there.
1523522 No worries.
1523413 It's not even because it's offensive, I just never found this trope entertaining, and it's dry and useless now.
Found a couple mistakes. You should probably fix them.
1. "I thought for certain I had turned off the the alarm function," You got a double the in there. Plus, it should end in a period, not a comma.
2.""The great and powerful Walter's feet usually hang out the side of the bed." How strange, my voice seemed strangely feminine." I would have also put the thought that he (Erm, she) spoke in third person.
3.This is just my opinion, but always put thoughts in italics
4. "...woman?" It was final, something was very wrong." I would have put a period instead of a comma.
5. "Or tried to at least," I would have put a comma between to and atleast.
There are alot more, but, uh, thats what I found so more.
I could go over it for you, but, I'm not the best at it. Thats why I have an editor
Idunno, just letting you know.
Plus, Trixie is my second favorite character, next to Octavia of course.
-ThatOneRandomPony (Writer of the Octavia one)
Why do people who have an issue with these stories even click the link? Honestly this fic should have way less dislikes, the writing is solid with just a few minor grammatical errors, and while a little more descriptive language might be preferable, the storyline itself is sound. I would like to see this continue.
1538784 Good to know I have a vote of confidence.
Admittedly by comparison to fictions like "First Pony View" I did rush the story line a little, but I intend to slow down the pacing in future stories.
Wow, his parents are pretty accepting. I like real life now.
Well, this is silly. I saw this years ago and it took me a while to find it again. This is the exact sillyness I was in the mood for. I wonder how this will turn out.