The confirmation that I was now Princess Cadance gave me mixed feelings.
"Dear god, I'm Cadance..." I muttered to myself. "Ok... let's just process this shit..."
Hearing Cadance's voice swear was weird, yet funny.
"I won't get used to that..." I chuckled, rubbing the spot under my horn. "Ugh... I used to wish to become a pony, but now that it actually happened, I regret it..."
I looked around my cramped surroundings.
"How the hell did I get here anyway?" I asked myself. "Right... somebody probably put me in here after I fainted. They were probably called over after I transformed... though I don't want to know how they actually believed the caller."
My mind immedately shifted focus to my position. I didn't really want to lay down any longer. I've been in only two positions, and I needed to get on all four hooves if I was gonna be stuck like this and live to tell the tale.
I shifted my hooves closer to my body and lifted, a soft groan escaping my lips. When I fully stood, my hooves were shaking vigorously. I felt like I was gonna fall. But luckily, despite my shaking limbs, I managed to stand.
I had a better view of what was outside the trailer. It wasn't much. Just acres of field, along with the road that we were driving on.
Although the trailer was small and slightly cramped, there was enough room for me to walk and turn around.
"Ok..." I mumbled. "How do you do this..."
I moved my back left hoof and front right hoof forward, both hooves landing on the ground without issue. I moved my back right hoof and front left hoof next, and just like last time, managed to take those steps without falling. However, now my muzzle was pressing against the door of the trailer.
Alright. Figuring out who and where I was? Check. Attempting to learn to walk in a small trailer? Check.
Now to get the hell out of here!
Without falling, I turned around carefully and slowly. I made my way to the back of the trailer, hoping for the best. I looked out the back window, and saw what appeared to be a van. I had a feeling it was animal control, though why they had a horse-trailer is beyond me. For all I care one of them cares for horses.
"UM... EXCUSE ME!" I called out. "COULD YOU STOP THE VAN?"
No response. They probably can't hear me. Or maybe they will if I yell loud enough.
"COULD YOU STOP THE VAN?" I screamed louder.
Nothing.
"STOP THE GODDAMN VAN!!!" I shrieked at the top of my lungs before stomping my hoof with full force.
I heard nothing. No reply.
I growled, stomping my hoof yet again. I then turned and punched my hoof on the wall, leaving a deep dent.
I huffed, my throat feeling hoarse, and my hooves shaking yet again.
I sat down and looked out the window, my eyes starting to water.
I just stared out the window, multiple thoughts crossing my mind.
I wonder what my four college pals think of this...
At the college...
It's only been twenty-five minutes since Leo transformed into a character from that My Little Pony show he likes, and seventeen minutes since two members of animal-control picked him up. Almost everyone talked about the sudden turn of events as they left their classes. Especially Leo's four friends.
"What happened to Leo was ape-shit crazy!" Dale remarked, walking alongside his friends in the hallway.
"Yeah... poor guy..." Jeremy muttered. "Do you think it was right for them to call animal-control like that?"
"Beats me," Joey shrugged. "I mean, transformations and cartoon ponies are more like things the government would study."
"What does that have to do with anything?" Evan raised his brow.
"Just sticking with logic. But as for my opinions on Leo, they probably shouldn't have cut to the chase and called animal control. They could have waited for him... or her... to wake up. That way they could have seen if Leo was still there at least mentally."
"Yes, but they would still probably think he was a monster or alien," replied Dale.
"If only we were allowed to leave, and knew where Leo was going..." Jeremy put his fist on the table. "We could've been able to help."
"Well, we're no rule breakers," Joey determined. "Though we could somehow try to play a part while we're still here."
"What do you propose?" Evan asked.
"No clue. But we'll figure something out... he may be a brony... and he may be one of those characters from that pony show... but he is our friend. And we all care about him."
The four friends were near their next designated area.
"We'll discuss this later," Dale said as he and the other three friends entered the room.
The van...
Darryl and Hunter's day has taken a weird turn. Earlier in the morning, these two animal-control workers had to drive to a university over twenty minutes away. The caller said that there was a strange, weird horse in the classroom. But apparently, the caller wasn't extremely specific. Because when the two workers arrived, they found the strangest horse that they have ever found. It was a pink cartoonish horse, with wings and a horn. Her long mane and tail were both colored purple, peach, and hot-pink. And on her rump was a very strange tattoo.
It was very weird for the men to haul this animal to the car. The adult in the classrom also claimed that this animal used to be one of them, only to transform into what it is now.
As of now, Hunter and Darryl were only minutes away from their destination. A few minutes ago, they heard the creature whinny very loudly, but they ignored it. It probably hated being confined and wanted to be set loose.
"So..." Hunter began, keeping his eyes on the road. "...what will we do with the creature? Turn her into the government?"
"Like they'll believe us..." Darryl muttered before sipping a beer. "They'll hang up as soon as we tell them our situation.”
"We can just find a number, call, and not be specific. Just tell them that there is a creature that must be studied. We also make it sound like we're NOT crazy, making them more likely to believe us."
Silence.
"You know..." Darryl began. "That teacher... why did he call us anyway? He could of been the one to call the government, not have us be the ones to harbor this creature."
"He probably didn't want it in his school," Hunter shrugged. "But this horse did look cleaner and more pampered than others."
"She also looks like she came from a cartoon," Darryl gruffed.
"Maybe she came from Mars," Hunter joked.
"If that were true, that would be something," Darryl took another sip of his beer.
The trailer...
For minutes I have seen nothing but fields while staring out the window of this damn trailer. But finally, I saw buildings come into view.
I didn't see much people on the sidewalks. Those who I did see on the sidewalk paid no attention to me. I guess they don't care about horse-trailers that much?
I suddenly felt the trailer turn in a more sharp angle than before, and I could see a large dirt parking space enter my view. I could also see a building with a sign that said Animal Control in large letters.
"Aw shit..." I muttered.
Another rough turn occured, and the vehicle, along with the trailer, slowed down to a stop.
I heard the doors open and I tried my hardest to see what the hell was going to happen next.
Then, a large man with a grey beard suddenly passed by the window I was looking out of. He then left my sight.
I then moved to the door, and saw another man with a red bandana enter my view along with the first man.
"So whether the government arrives or not, what should we do with her?" the first man asked.
"We have no stable or anything to put her in," the second man muttered. "We'll have no choice but to leave her here. She doesn't belong inside with the others, either, and I don't want her to make a mess inside. If the government doesn't come, we'll either have a spot for her built, or we'll just put her down."
"Why would we put down an unknown creature like this?" the first man asked.
"Christ, I don't know!" the second man threw his hands up in the air. "We'll bring a vet! Anything! I don't care!"
"Um... excuse me?" I spoke. The two men turned their heads to me. "I know this is weird, but if you let me out and let me roam free, I promise I will explain everything."
What they did next caught me by surprise.
"Hey, girl..." the first man spoke to me like how others speak to horses. Both men walked closer to the door. "Don't worry. Everything will be okay."
"No it won't be okay! I don't want to be dissected or put down, thank you very much!" I growled.
"Hey, should we give her a name?" the second man asked.
"No. We'll probably get attached to her or something," the first man replied.
"Do you not understand me?" I scowled.
"We'll be back girl," the second man said. "We promise."
The two men turned and walked away.
I was dumbfounded.
"They don't understand me!" I growled. "Well this is just great! Not only am I a horse, but I am a horse that neighs and whinnies according to the human ears. And now I'm stuck in this trailer!"
A metaphorical lightbulb appeared above my head.
"Wait... I'm an alicorn..." I mumbled to myself. I rubbed my horn. I had a feeling this would fail, but I had to try. I pointed my horn at a nearby wall.
"Come on..." I grumbled. "Blast this wall off..."
I imagined firing projectiles, a fist punching through a wall, and even an explosion. Nothing happened.
"Fudge..." I groaned. "Alright then... time for plan B... buck this door open!"
I turned so my rump was facing the door. I had no clue if I was gonna successfuly buck or just fall flat on my face.
There is only one way to find out.
I took a deep breath and prepared to exert as much strength as I could from my legs.
And as fast as I could, I lifted my legs and kicked the door, hearing a loud BANG and a quieter CRACK!!! Immediately after my hind legs quickly landed on the ground.
"Huh... I didn't fall..." I muttered.
I turned around, and saw what I had done. There was a large dent in the door, but I had a feeling something happened to the door as well.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" I heard a faint voice yell.
Well... it's now or never.
I turned around and bucked again.
Another BANG and CRACK erupted from the door. But I knew the door wasn’t open just yet.
I went for a third.
BANG! CRACK! CREeeeeaaak...
I whipped my head to look behind me and I saw the door was open.
A hopeful smile etched on my face.
I bolted out of the trailer, turned left, and began to ran.
But before I even made it a few feet from the trailer, I suddenly felt a mosquito bite my butt. I suddenly started to feel doozy.
I turned my head to look at my rump. The source of the bite wasn't a mosquito. The red fluff potruding from the item on my butt was a dead giveaway. I could see the two men from earlier behind me, one holding a gun of sorts.
"Motherfu-" was all I was able to say before collapsing on the ground.