I watched as Sam’s friends sped off, with her in tow, and laughed, remembering the days when me and my friends were that energetic. Walked back into my sister’s bedroom, I looked at the mess caused by Sam’s mad dash to the bathroom, and sighed, shaking my head. I picked up the room, even making her bed, before i moved onto her desk.staring at it, I noticed something odd. The computer wasn’t off. I moved the mouse, wondering what Sam was looking at before dinner, and looked on as the screen sprang out of the dark screensaver. My eyes widened in surprise as I gazed at the chat box she had left open. The last few messages were all that were available, and I tried to figure out what I was seeing. It looked like this:
...What?
Would you like to join them?
...Are you really offering that to me?
Yes. We ask again, would you like to join them?
The biggest thing that worried me, though, was what had been typed in, ready to send.
Y|
“You want to do what?!” I stared at my friends, bewildered by their changed views on ‘adventuring.’ “The last time we did that, Amy turned into… that!” With that phrase, I waved my hands at the form of AB.
“Well ah like being Applebloom!” said filly cried out in indignation.
That’s not the point, Sam. Besides, what could possibly happen? Are you scared that you might turn into one of us?” Sweetie Belle squealed, looking at me mischievously, and I could practically see her eyes glinting.
I groaned.
“Do I really have to go out in public like this?” I wined, blushing furiously under my wig and makeup. “I understand the reason behind the disguise, but why do you insist on me being, well, this?” I gestured, letting them take in the full form of the form fitting costume, which hugged my curves closely, down to the… uncomfortable level. “Did they really have to go so into detail that it can’t be worn outside without clothes?”
“It looks so realistic,” Sweetie breathed, reaching out, attempting poking the fabric. “Are you sure you didn’t turn into one of us when our backs were turned?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Applebloom, stop it!” I snorted, trying to hold in a laugh as AB rubbed my side. “That tickles!”
“But it seems so real! Ah can’t even feel the difference!” she exclaimed, snatching her hand back as I swiped at it.
“You know what, the zipper’s in the mane. Pull it down if you really want to know that I am under here.” I turned the wheelchair around, motioning to Sweetie, who hesitantly searched through the magenta mane for the zipper. After a few seconds, her search became more frantic, and verged on painful. “Sweetie, what’s wrong? Why are you not unzipping me?” I asked. I could feel my heart begin to race, and I hoped that the answer I got back wouldn’t be what I imagined.
“I-I don’t know! I can’t find it!” Sweetie squeaked, and began to pull hard on the mane, stretching the costume’s muzzle across my face, pulling painfully on my skin.
“Ow! Let go, that hurts!” I cried out, tears starting to form in my eyes.
“Hurts?” Sweetie mumbled as AB pushed her aside, and carefully started to comb through mythe costume’s mane, releasing me from the pain.
I sat there, fidgeting as I waited for the bad news. Am I really in a costume, or is this my skin? Would I be stuck like this forever? What would Mrs Dashel say? Would I be-
“Found it!” AB proclaimed, pulling down the zipper. In my shocked state of mind, I didn’t catch the falling costume as it peeled off my skin in time to protect certain goods from being revealed. I hastily pulled up the costume again as my face turned beat red once again.
“S-see? I’m s-still human inside here. It’s just a c-costume.” I stuttered, trying to think of a new topic to distract the girls. “S-so, explain to me why I need to wear this, exactly?”
"Because the park has been reserved for an anthro party. I think our sisters are involved in it or something. And some guy they call Maestro. I want to see what they're doing with you guys, and they wouldn't normally let you in." Sweetie said.
I snorted at what she said, thinking about what I saw earlier that morning.
I spent the entire trip itchy and uncomfortable. And that’s not even the worst part. Oh no, the worst part was that when we got to the park, our targets weren’t even there!
“Where the heck are they?” I exclaimed, forcing myself to stay sitting in the wheelchair as my body tries to spring up. “You said I had to wear this stupid costume because I wouldn’t be allowed into the park, and now no one’s even here!” I scrambled at the wheels, turning the chair around and sending myself to the park bathroom.
“Where are you goin’?” Applebloom ran after me, trying to catch up with the speed I was gaining by going down an incline.
“I’m going to a dance recital. Where do you think I’m going?! I’m taking this stupid costume off, that’s what I’m doing!” When I reached the door to the family bathroom, I pushed into the room, locking the door behind me just in time for it to get a dent in it. I never knew she had such a hard head.
I fumbled with the zipper behind my head, pulling the mask off. I rubbed my face, sighing with relief, and then froze. Slowly, I turned my head around and stared in the mirror. “Well that’s not good,”
I mumbled, inspecting the fuzz that was barely noticeable, yet undeniably there. I pulled the rest of the costume off(the clothes coming off with it) and stared at the person in the mirror. Or rather, Anthro. Maybe both? I don’t exactly know what happened next, but I ended up sobbing into someone's arms as I realized just what was happening to me.
Applebloom rubbed her head as Sweetie caught up with her, trying to figure out what was up with Sam. “Why is she actin’ like this? Sam was one of the biggest supporters we had after we transformed, and now she’s just… just…” Applebloom trailed off, trying to find the words to describe what she’s been seeing.
“Just what, Applebloom?” Sweetie asked, leaning over to catch her breath.
“It’s just so-” Applebloom’s words were cut off when they heard a gasp coming from the bathroom Sam had just entered. “What was that?”
As if in response to the her question, a thump accompanied by a soft sobbing emanated from inside.
“Sam?” Sweetie called out, “Sam? Are you ok? Is something wrong?” As each question was only reciprocated with more sobbing, Applebloom began pounding on the door, trying to figure out why it wouldn’t budge.
“Sam? Come on, talk to me! What’s wrong? Sam?!” getting frantic, Sweetie and Applebloom both started banging on the door, desperate to find what had made their friend cry so hard.
“Sam! Answer me, dang it! Sam! Sam!!” frustrated, Applebloom felt an intense urge to buck open the door, and this time, she followed it. With a bang, the door flew off it’s hinges and slammed into the opposite wall. After a second of shock from the power of the kick, Applebloom rushed after sweetie to the crumpled heap next to a wheelchair.
“Sam? Sam! Oh thank Celestia you’re ok!” she exclaimed, dropping to her knees next to Sam.
“Applebloom,” Sweetie hissed, garnering her attention. “Look at this.”
“Sweetie, what are you goin’ on about now?” Applebloom looked over, confused, and saw what Sweetie was trying to show her. Her eyes widened as she saw what had happened to her friends lower body. “Wha…” was all that came out as she tried to process the information being sent to her brain.
Sam’s body from the hips down had grown orange fur, and a tail had started to poke out from the base of her spine. On top of that, a somewhat familiar mark had started to fade in on the thigh of the girl, and her feet had already turned into hooves, and the fur was slowly but visibly creeping up her body.
Sam had grabbed onto Sweetie’s shirt and dragged her morphing body over so that she could lay in her friends arms, and started to cry her heart out. Applebloom felt a tinge of curiosity at her friend’s relatively slow transformation, but cast that aside as Sam began a new set of sobs, barely able to hold onto her friend for support. Applebloom scooted over and put her arms around her friends, joining them together in a comforting circle of friends.
“Please, please don’t leave me. Please.” Sam choked out. Sweetie looked down, surprised by her friend’s begging statement, and then met Applebloom’s eyes, reaching a silent agreement with her.
“Don’t worry Sam, we’re here for you. We won’t leave you, I promise.”