Stan Marsh made sure not to topple any of the statues on top of the drawer. He tightened his grip around the window frame. There was a sudden drop of the rope that hindered him from tumbling down one story to the ground. Stan gasped.
“Kyle, be careful!” Stan shouted in whisper range.
“Sorry Stan.” Kyle answered from the ground. “Can you see anything?”
Stan spotted a drawer.
“I’m going in.”
Stan made his way inside with the climbing rope still tied around his belly. For a personal office there seemed to be very little family photos around Stan remarked, that being none. Stan opened the drawer. He found pile of papers below a heap of pencils and rubbers.
“What are you hiding Demandora?”
Stan pulled out the first paper from below the junk. It immediately rolled into a tube.
“Who is using parchments these days?” Stan muttered while rolling it up. His eyes squinted. “And who the hell is writing letters by quill?!”
Stan read it out loud.
“Dear friend and old student. I am starting to wonder if you’ve received my previous letters. But assuming you have, you know that I am more than happy to hear that you are doing so well for yourself. It is regretful that we haven’t had more time to see each other. Those last words you said to me still circulates my mind, I hope you didn’t take my advice to literarily before you went away on your mission. While we are on that subject though, I must say that I am more than pleased about the vast amount of information that you have managed to gather for me and my subjects. I only hope it didn’t come at the cost of my best friend. I love you. Your one and only…”
Stan bent his mouth in bewilderment.
“Who the hell is Celestia?”
“None of your business.” A voice said.
“WAH!” Stan wailed around, the parchment flickering by his shaking hands. He festered his shameful eyes toward the dark part of the office, ready to face the music. He wondered how long a burglary trial would take. He hoped he wouldn’t serve to much time inside the juvenile hall. He prayed that Kyle and Kenny had made it out of there.
Out from the shadows a face slowly illuminated. It walked over the wooden floor toward Stan. Ko klock…Ko klock…Ko klock…Ko klock. Stan's shameful eyes quickly turned from ‘Regret for being sent to prison’ to ‘Horror of being kidnapped by a daemon.’
“I told you to leave.” Demandora said darkly.
Outside, Kyle and Kenny had their eyes festered on the window above. A scream resonated from inside it.
“Kyle?! HELP…!” It was cut by an explosion. Kyle's face dropped in horror.
“Stan?! Stan!”
“Hrumhu!” Kenny wailed.
Kyle pulled out the rope. It sailed limply out from the window and landed on the grass. The end of the rope that recently had been tied around Stan's belly gaped empty and had been burned black. Kyle's face widened in horror. He screamed with his mouth open.
“AAAH!”
The silence laid itself around the smoking rope end. Kyle's mouth remained open.
“AAAH!” He screamed again.
The smoke from the frying pan soared up and laid itself against the roof. Eric Cartman watched Apple Jack somehow manage to pick up the frying pan with her hoof and shake its content. One pancake went sailing and got mushed up against the wall.
“Ah shucks!” The orange pony cursed.
“My cooking is being done by a horse.”
“Now, there little human, there aint no horses around here yao, and thank Celestia for that, for that means we’re all gonna have these delicious pancakes for by ourselves.” Apple Jack leaned her head closer to Eric and whispered. “They aint jokin when somepony’s sayin, ‘darn, you sure am eating like a horse’.”
Eric Cartman was on a visit to Sweet Apple Acres and the farm where the Earth pony Apple Jack lived with her family. Earth ponies was the name of the ponies that had either horns nor wings. Carman remembered Twilight lecturing him that Earth ponies had a close relationship to Earth. She also lectured him that winged ponies were called Pegasus ponies while horned ponies were called Unicorns, like something the South Park elementary school teacher Mr Garrison would lecture when he had lost his puppet Mr Hat and developed MPD. The other ponies now joined the table. Apple Jack was proud.
“Apples, I would like ye all to meet Human, the Cartman that Twilight found down there by that Tree of Harmony.”
Eric looked at the other ponies. One was a red stallion, the other was a small filly and the last one was an old mare. She squinted her crumpled eye lids at him.
“A Cartman, you say?” She asked suspiciously with an old voice.
“Human, I would like you to meet my family. This here is my big brother, Big Mac.” Apple Jack hoof motioned the red stallion, who nodded while answering.
“Yup.”
The silence laid itself over the dining table.
“He aint much of a talker, and this here is Apple Bloom, my little sister.”
“Is it true that you grew from a tree branch?” The small filly asked Eric enthusiastically.
Is it true that horses are going to the bathroom in this world!? Cartman almost exploded. He kept his blank stare and answered.
“Oh yes, me and my friends always grows this time of year.”
“That’s mighty interestin Mr Human.” Apple Bloom said.
“And where are those friends of yours?” The old mare asked Cartman. Her voice had a dark core of suspicious.
“And who are you?” Cartman asked.
“Me?” The old mare squinted her eyes. “Somepony you wanno impress, that’s who.”
“Human, meet Granny Smith. Even though I’m officially in charge here, she has as much sayin on this farm here as the very Earth we harvest.” Apple Jack said proudly.
“Really?” Eric looked sideways at Apple Jack. “Why are you telling me this?”
Apple Jacks smile remained static.
“Why Ima Tellin?”
“If you’re officially in charge then why are you indulging your grandmother? Why not claim the entire cookie for yourself?”
Cartman asked Apple Jack what had been his way of saying. Lady, get back into your knitting chair, I’m in charge here.
“Excuse me young’uns. I may be old, but I’d be darned if that meant I couldn’t indulge myself!” Granny stretched her hoofs so that her bones made clicking sounds. Apple Jack laughed nervously, remembering the time when Granny wanted to impress everypony by climbing her shaking old hooves up a ladder, trying to beat a high diving record.
“Now there my little Cartman, let’s not get carried away. I may be in charge of all the chores around here…” Apple Jack stretched her neck proudly. “…But I have to be honest with ya, and the honest truth is that Granny has the experience and she handles all of our business contacts.”
“Right.” Eric agreed.
“As right as an honest Apple can be.”
“So, you’re honestly doing all the hard work while leaving the privileged part of your job for your grandmother?”
The awkward silence laid thick around the dining table, so thick that it could have been poured into a frying pan and made a pancake worthy of a horse. Apple Jack opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her nervous green eyes swam with hesitation. Apple Bloom looked around as if to say What in tarnation is going on? Big Mac looked at Cartman with an angry face, it quickly faded as his pupils seemed to gaze into a fog, like if he was thinking something through. There was an old voice breaking the silence.
“He aint givin you any ideas now Apple Jack, huh?”
The sweat parted ways around Apple Jacks nervous eyes.
“Ah, ehehe, you know, while we’re on the subject of family, can you please tell us about your family Human?” Apple Jack tried to bank turn the conversation.
“You mean my mother?”
Apple Jack felt relief.
“Yea, that’s right! Your mother, how is she?”
“She’s Great. Granted, she’s a bitch. She pulled a gun at me once, but I had one to so it worked out alright.”
Apple Jack felt Granny Smiths piercing eyes on her.
“Ah…Ehe. It’s always nice…” Apple Jack gulped. “To make sure that you and your family get along…” Apple Jack threw her hoof in a ‘Bet you’ manner. “…Like we all are sayin here at Sweet Apple Acres, it is obvious that your mother is an Apple to the core.” The C sailed upon Apple Jacks country accent.
“Did you just call my mother a whore?”
Apple Jack didn’t notice difference between the consonants.
“Core?” Apple Jack blurted. Her hooves started shaking. Her cornered mind then had her answer happily. “Yes. It is obvious that your mother is the whore of your family.”
Big Mack and Granny Smith looked at Apple Jack with pupils small like breadcrumbs. Eric Cartman stared just as blankly at Apple Jack as he did when he first arrived. The un-eaten pancakes laid slobby on their plates, having turned cold long ago. Eric opened his mouth and delivered his response within the awkward silence.
“You know what? So many times, my friends have tried to tell me. But now you, Apple Jack…” Eric paused. Apple Jack felt that there had been a misunderstanding. Her nervous face dropped in horror before Cartman continued. “…you have become the horse that finally made me realize that they were right all along. Thank you, Apple Jack.”
Apple Jack felt relief poor over her.
“You’re welcome Human.”
“Can I count on your support now that I know the truth?” Eric asked.
“I don’t know if you’ll need it, but I’ll be here for you.”
“You’re a real friend Apple Jack.” Eric said. Apple Jack laughed. Eric nodded his blank face. “She’s a slut.” He concluded.
Granny Smith made cutting signs with her hoof. Apple Jack didn’t see her.
“She’s a slut.” Apple Jack confirmed. She had no idea what they just agree on, or what ‘slut’ meant. But at least the conversation was over.
By now Granny Smith and Big Mac had acquired the same blank stare as Cartman. Indeed, they had some difficult terminology explaining with Apple Jack ahead of them.
Meanwhile, far away into the thickness of the Everfree Forest, a yellow pegasus pony was gathering food supplies. What a fiasco that dinner had been so far. Fluttershy thought about this as she gathered ingredients for both Harry and Angel Bunny. She was sure that she had seen some great ones down by that ditch. She flapped her wings and hovered above it. She saw a straw that looked like the grassy plant that she needed.
It wasn’t a plant. Fluttershy's face widened in worry.
Stan Marsh though he heard his mom calling.
“Mom?”
Stan opened his eyes. It wasn’t moms voice that answered her. It was a kind and gentle voice.
“There, there. You just hit your head, that’s all.”
Stan felt the fear come back to him again while his vision became clear. What was it that Demandora had turned into? Stan didn’t know, and neither did he know why there suddenly were a yellow coated version of the same creature in front of him. She seemed nice enough though. He swallowed his fear.
“I’m sorry, I think there’s been a misunderstanding. I was kidnapped.”
The face of the yellow pony dropped in worry.
“Oh, my. I’m sorry to hear that, I guess we’ll have to get you home to your family again. Where are they?”
“In South Park.” Stan growled while feeling his head ache. “Where am I?”
“South Park? I have no idea where that is, but you’re in Equestria now, in Ponyville to be exact. My name is Fluttershy.”
Stan now felt that he was lying on a bed. He stretched his limbs and said the first thing that came into his mind.
“Fluttershy.” Stan's voice sounded dreamy. Fluttershy blushed. It was now that Stan felt that he was naked. He stared nervously at the pony girl.
“Pony lady, what is going on?”
“What’s your name colt?” Fluttershy asked.
“Colt? What…?” Stan let his hand protrude out from under the bed sheet. His eyes widened in horror at the sight of his front hoof surrounded by orange coat fur.
“OAH!”
Stan used what in his mind was his two human legs to stand on the bed. His pony body toppled by the side weight and fell hoof fallen onto the bedside table, the sound of porcelain breaking following. Fluttershy had no idea what the fuzz was about and backed away. Stan tried to stand up again but his human mind wasn’t prepared for the change of the centre of gravity in his new body.
“WAAAAAH!” Stan fell forward and face planted a chair.
“Are you alright sir?!”
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!? WHAT AM I!?”
“You’re scaring me.” Fluttershy said weakly. “But if you need to know then I guess you’re still a pony.”
Stan realized what must had happened. It wasn’t just herself that Demandora had turned into a pony. Stan tried to stand on four hooves but his mind still imagined him trying to balance his entire body weight on his hands. He wobbled. Fluttershy placed her hoof around his back.
“Now, careful. Let’s take this slow.”
Stans human mind still imagined his dick exposed without pants. He slammed her hoof.
“LADY PLEASE! Hold On!” Stan toppled sideways. He paddled his hooves in panic while looking down at his body. It was a light orange body with a blue tale. It was the last thing he saw before he passed out from shock.