"This has got to be the worst possible thing!" My apple. My beautiful golden delicious that I saved for just this Friday morning is now gone. "How dare she. How dare she?!" I was practically screaming my head off, and for good reason!
Easy Tony, it was just an apple. There are plenty of other options in this fine kitchen, you just have to find them!.
"Easier said than done, brain. I'm a pony now, and I plan to respect Rarity's body by eating like one!" I hrrumphed and sat on the table with my nose in the air. "Wait, what's that wonderful aroma?" The smell of fresh cut tomatoes, baked bread and melting cheese suddenly filled the room. I felt like I was being lifted off my hooves as I drifted closer to the wonderful mystery scent. Where my hooves even touching the ground? I'm sure it doesn't matter, but as I got closer to the smell I ran into something. "Ow, my little nose!" I squeaked in suprise as I felt my new sniffer hit something metallic. Glimpsing up from the now fading pain, I found myself looking at the kitchen's oven.
Maybe there's something good to eat in there!
"Well, let's hope so!" Rearing back on my hind legs, I reached up and bit down on the cloth my mom hung on the handle of the stove. With a forceful tug and a well deserved hoof pump in the air I stepped onto the open oven door to find the source of this lovely smell; and came face to face with a Pizza Hut box. "Leftover pizza? Huh, I'm sure I can eat this. It's just pizza, right?"
Stop talking and open the box!
"Shut up brain, or I'll send you home in a box!." Promptly, I grabbed the small box with my teeth and threw it onto the floor below me. After jumping off the oven door myself, I kicked it back up in it's original position. "Now, to claim what is rightfully mine," I whispered while opening my top of the box. " dear Princess Celestia, if you are watching over me right now, thank you." Before me were two whole slices of jalapeno and pineapple pizza. I'll spare you the details, but I can't say I was very clean about eating my spicy/sweet breakfast. To say the least, there was alot of chomping, munching and giggling. "Hah! That makes four points for Tony, zero for fate!" I laughed through a mouthful of pizza, and with a unusually loud burp I broke into another fit of giggling.
Tony, c'mon man, look at the mess you made! Your' mane is a mess, your coat is stained with sauce, and there is a jalapeno on your horn!
Albeit, I didn't think I made too much of a mess, just a little bit of sauce...Oh. With a reluctant sigh, I headed to the bathroom to get cleaned up, and repeated the same process of opening the door...
*Ten Minutes Later*
I found myself singing in the shower right when I felt the cool chilling sensation of the shower head going to work. After fiddling with shampoo and conditioner bottles for a brief moment, I was able to wash my lushious mane. In all honesty, I loved washing my sauce stained mane, because as I did so, many ideas of stylings popped in and out of my head. "Maybe I could put it in a ponytail, or maybe do it up in a bun!" Why these ideas where in my head, I have no idea. I mean, I normally spike my hair, and wrap a bandana around my head and call it even. Maybe some of Rarity's ingenuity is rubbing off on me.
Or maybe you are just crazy.
Turning off the water, I stepped out of the small tub and shook most of the water off of me. After the quick shake-dry, I felt a sudden poof. "MY MANE!" I cried out in sudden shock, and to my dismay, my fear of poofy mane was quite accurate. "This will take hours to fix!" Quickly seizing a brush and a mirror, I set out on a long task of fixing my mane.
Ya' know that was your own fault, right?
"Would you just shut up for one minute? It's bad enough I have to deal with you on a daily basis, but this is outrageous! Now, let me finish brushing my mane!"
Upset easy, aren't we?
Just ignore him, Tony. Just finish brushing.
You're just a stubborn ass.
*Thirty Minutes Later*
After finally finishing my struggle with a messy mane and coat, I found my favorite black bandana and put wonderfully stylized mane back in a ponytail; using the bandana as a restraint. "Perfect," I squealed as I stared into my reflection, "now I just need a little mascarra, maybe a little eyeliner, and a cute scarf!" In that moment, I facehoofed myself. "Why am I saying these things!?" To be honest, these new thoughts of mine kinda put me on edge. I really hope Rarity is having a hell of a time trying to figure out how my body works...That came out wrong.
Maybe she bleached your hair and has you in a tuxedo.
I let out an audible gasp at the thought. "I need to get my rear in gear!" With the grace of a snow fox, I dashed out the bathroom door into the livingroom; and ran right into a very large meaty pillar.
"Ow! Just what I need, more head trauma," and as I glanced up, my jaw dropped fast enough to break the sound barrier. "Mark!? What are you doing here? "Mark, my step-dad, looked down to see what just ran into his leg.
"What the hell?" Mark bellowed as he peered down onto my small equine form.
"Hi, uhh Mark. I can explain this, I really can!" I was hoping he would figure out who I was from the simple fact I knew his name.
"How did I know you would end up in this mess, boy?" He crossed his arms, smiling while shaking his head.
"W-what do you mean?"
"You aint read the paper yet? People all ov'ah the world are turning into ponies. I thought you would'a wanted to meet one of 'em, being a, uh what'cha call it, a brownie?"
I stared dumbfounded at Mark, not only did he not freak out, but he was expecting this?! "It's a brony, Mark." What else could I say? He wasn't in shock, so I took the direct approach to this conundrum. "Wait, there are others?! Do you know where they are meeting? C'mon man, stop holding out on me!"
"Boy, lemme get a word in, and I'll tell ya'. The article in the newspaper said that all the bronies turned pony should meet at some chicks house in New York. Name's Lauren Faust or somethin' like that,"
"Well, that's where I'm going then! I was ecstatic at the thought of meeting anyone else in my current state. With a quick 180 I started for the door.
"Where you goin' boy? You need a ride. An' I know York like the back of my hand."
Well, at least I won't be walking there. That's a good few days of time saved. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's get moving!"
Mark stared down at me and yawned. "It's eight somethin' lemme take a nap, then I'll help you."
Letting out a sigh, I decided it probably would be a good idea to get some rest before I leave.
Authors Note: Hey again guys! Sorry I can't pump out chapters as fast as my fellow pony counter parts, but there are other things I have to take care of as well. Oh, and of course, if there are any obvious errors in this chapter, please feel free to point them out, I need to get better at writing anyways! -Rarity (TonydBrony)