I rose quickly, still shocked from what had happened in the dream. I tried to wipe away the sweat on my forehead with my hoof, but I was greeted with five weird appendages. What in Celestia's name is this?! I looked at my surroundings. It appears that I have been sleeping on a sofa in somepony's living room.
Those are hands, my friend. I heard someone say. I gave out a tiny yelp as I looked around me. Nopony was around.
"Where are you, and who are you?" I said nervously. "And another question... what am I?"
Well I, in your case, you are a human.
"A he yoo man?" I said to the disembodied voice. "I guess Lyra wasn't too crazy after all." I got up off the sofa, and started to stand up... on all fours.
What are you doing?
"Checking if there's food around here. Why? Got a problem?" I then made my way towards the room's kitchen.
Wait, you're not supposed to walk like that?
"Oh can't I?" I challenged the voice. "Look at me, I'm walking perfectly fine, man!" I walked up to the fridge. I saw that the handle was up very high. I tried reaching a hoof, or should I say, hands, to it but it was out of reach. "Nice design, you 'he yoo mans'. You can't even reach the handle of your own fridge!"
The voice audibly sighed. Vinyl, I can't believe I'm saying this to you, but you're kind of stubborn.
"You're gosh dang right!" I said as I continued to reach the fridge's opening handle.
You know, this would be easier if you could just stand using two legs. the voice said to me.
"Oh sure, like you know anything, uhh...?"
"Vick."
"Vick. I can handle this on my own." I said as I kept reaching for the handle. I then heard hoofsteps behind me. I prepared for a punch, and turned around to see a creature the same as me, but looked oddly familiar. "Neon!" I said as I hugged his legs.
"Uhh, Vick?" he said, looking at me. "Why are you on the floor?"
"Well, why aren't you on the floor?"
"Why should I be?"
"We're ponies!" I exclaimed. "Doesn't standing like that feel uncomfortable for you?"
"Vick, I feel like the spell that Princess Luna cast on you was a risk you shouldn't have taken."
Oh, if you could only hear me right now, Kent.
"Well, you're standing. I'm not. Can you at least get me something to eat?"
"If you're looking for food, you ain't going to find any in the fridge. It's nothing but Pepsi brand soda."
"Eh, soda's good too. I can't reach the fridge though." I said as I make another attempt at reaching the handle.
The disembodied voice of Vick just facehoofed.
"Hold on a second." Neon grabbed both of my arms and raised me up on my two hind legs. I blushed for a second. Neon held me. "There you go, you're standing. Now you can reach both the freezer and the fridge now."
I looked at him and slapped him.
What the fuuuuuck?!
"Just because you remind me of Neon Lights doesn't mean you are him!" I said, pouting as I felt my cheeks flush a bit red.
The he yoo man Neon Lights chuckled a bit. "That's the hardest I've ever felt a slap from you, Vick!" he said. "The Princess did mention there was a risk involved with that spell. If you're out there Vick..." he looked at me close in the eyes. "Please don't let Vinyl go on a date with me."
"You're darn right I'm not!"
Of course I fucking won't. I can see whatever she sees! I don't want to be forced to have 'sexy time with my best friend' while being unable to move, god fuck!
"You got that right Vick." I replied to the voice in my head.
Wake up, do the basic morning routine which is eat breakfast, shower, and leave for McDonalds. Until I can raise enough money to get a job I actually like...
What was my dream about again? Oh yes. Tall blue horses and other horses. What a tiring night, despite the fact all I've done was sleep. I looked at the digital clock placed beside me, and I was shocked to see that the time was 9:40 am. My usual work hours was from 10 am to 6 pm. Yesterday was an exception, where I wanted to work overtime just to get some extra pocket money after I paid this month's rent. However, if I get late, I might not have a job to get money at all!
Knowing the dangers of not going to work today, I quickly wore my clothes, I wore my spray, got my hat, and prepared to go outside. Misha eyed me carefully once I made my way out of the door. I waved at him and went on my way.
One, two, watch the queue.
Three, four, give them more.
Five, six, in a few ticks.
Seven, eight, I shouldn't be late.
Nine, ten, be a McDonald's man
I quietly hummed to myself as I biked my way to my McDonalds place. I parked my bicycle at the usual spot; at the back of the McDonalds. I arrived through the back door and I got my card and punched it in the machine.
"Heya there, Waltz!" said my cheerful co-worker as she patted me on the shoulder. "You're nearly late! You're in charge of the cashier again."
I smiled, experiencing the familiar daily routine. Maybe turning into a cartoon pony was just a joke that got to me, even through my dreams. I sighed in relief as everything seemed to be normal. "Whew, well that was a relief." I muttered to myself as I walked towards the cashier.
"Hello sir!" I cheerfully said to the person in front of me, "May I take your order?"
"I'd like a Egg McMuffin, 2pc Pancakes, and some orange juice."
"Alright." I replied as I turned back to the other workers and repeated the order to them. My fellow workers raised their eyebrows at me, some even looking confused at me. They shrugged and went back to work, forming the order of the Egg McMuffin, the flapjacks, and some OJ. "Here you go sir!"
"Thanks ma'am."
"You're welcome!" I smiled as I replied to the--, wait a minute. 'Ma'am'?