//------------------------------// // Hard Rain // Story: Waking up as Rarity. // by TonydBrony //------------------------------// I’m stuck under a bus stop in the middle of a rain storm with nothing to keep me busy. Lucky me. Only the steady sound of raindrops beating on the roof above me to keep me company. And what am I, tree bark? I’m here too! Oh, and my insane thoughts of injustice and discouragement are here too. “Yeah, how could I possibly forget about you?” I muttered as I scratched my ear with a hind hoof. Which was surprising, since I didn’t think I was that flexible. With all silliness aside, I reached for my bag, and yet again, seemed to have forgotten that I am a pony and uselessly bumped my hoof against the leather bag. I cursed under my breath and felt my magical aura envelope the bag. “I’ve at least gotta see if there’s anything on the interwebs to do.” With a quick unzipping and rustling through the scant supplies I brought with me, I found my phone and set it down in front on me. After tentatively dragging a hoof across the delicate screen of my phone, I clicked the internet browser icon. As the screen loaded up, a news headline was plastered over the front page. People Transforming into Ponies! “Well then. That’s reassuring.” I murmured as I continued reading the loading article. Since Monday of this week, people across the world have been waking up as fictional characters across from the hit kids T.V show “My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.” The creator of the show herself, has been transformed into the shows monarch, Princess Celestia. Also, Lauren Faust has requested that anyone that has woken up as any of the Main Six protagonists that they should report to her in New York immediately. It has been advised to anyone that encounters these “ponies” that they should not interfere with their travels. Under that were a few pictures of six ponies that people should watch out for. Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, AppleJack, and of course, me. Well, a picture of Rarity, not me. While staring at the picture of Rarity, a rush of nausea swept over me, making me feel woozy. “I think I’m going to be sick...” The pain in my stomach subsided and I heard an audible grumble emanating from my gut. “I think it’s lunch time.” With a quick check of the time, I decided that it would be best if I got a move on now, rather than wait for the storm to end. You got another problem there, genius. I groaned, then let out a reply. “And what would that be?” There isn’t a place you can eat, unless you want to bite down on a beef burger. “Hardys serves grilled cheese. So ha! In your face, know it all!” BOOM! SPLASH! Suddenly a loud crack of thunder sent me flailing off my seat into mud puddle. “Yeah, well screw you too nature!” I yelled at the black skies. “You and your damn rain! You know what? No. I’m not even going to give you the satisfaction of yelling at you!” Stop whining. “I am NOT whining! I am- aw damn it!” In my frustration, I knocked my phone in the a puddle too, and was turning off. Instantly I dropped back down and plucked it out of the water, hoping it wasn’t ruined. You have some amazing luck, you know that? “Yeah, I know.” I joked sarcastically while rolling my eyes. With my phone covered in a blue aura, I sighed and put it back in my bag, and attempted to stand on all fours. As I did so, my stomach lurched and cried out for sustenance. “I know, I know. I’m getting there.” I grumbled to myself as I walked out from under my shelter. Into the cold rain. *** “I’m walking on sunshine! Woooaaahhh! And it makes me feel good!” You are making an ass of yourself again. “I don’t see anyone out here,” I laughed as I happily pronked through the rain. “Weee!” I feel like I’m on cloud nine right now. There’s no other way to put it. When you are as excited as me, there is no bringing me down. Unless there is an upset kitten. That’s kinda sad. But we are not thinking about that right now! We are happy! Because I am dancing in the rain in front of a Hardys! Stop acting stupid and go get your diabetes on a bun. “Oh! Right, that’s why I’m here! Thanks brain!” Just act natural. Don’t do anything stupid. With a hop, skip and a jump, I charged through the doors of the near empty fast food joint with gusto and trotted up to the front counter. “Hi!” I piped up, as I placed my hooves on the counter and grabbed the cashiers attention. Who, jerked up at the sound of my voice. “I’d like a grilled cheese and a bottle of water, if you don’t mind,” I said, still smiling up at the guy manning the register. “Yeah, that’ll be,” he cut himself off and had to do a double take, then really got a good look at me. “What the hell?” He blurted out. “What are you?!” “What are you, blind? I’m a pony.” I laughed at the silly question. “You know, four legs, cutie mark, hooves and all that nice stuff. You’ve been watching the news, right?” There you go. You done fucked up.Not even ten seconds in, and what did you do? You. Fucked. Up! What the hell is wrong with you Tony?! “Oh! Hey, I heard about this shit going down all over the world. You know, people waking up as ponies an’ shit, but didn’t think I was going to meet one!” He started to rant. “ I mean, damn! This day just got pretty cool! What are the odds that I would meet someone famous?” “I really not that famou-” “Hey, can I get a picture with you? I bet my brother would be so jealous if I did!” “Can I please just order my foo-” Ooh, can you do, like magic and shit? Can I see? Oh! Can I get it on video?” He continued on his rant as he grabbed his phone. Stay cool Tony. Don’t freak out on the poor guy. “HEY!” I yelled at the bumbling idiot. “Shut the hell up! I haven’t eaten since yesterday and I am starving! Now, will you please just take my order?!” I screamed as the adrenaline was starting to flow through me again and my breathing getting heavy in annoyance. “Woah, woah. Sorry, man.” The boy said, putting his hands up. “Sorry, I got carried away.” *** I really don’t want to talk about what happened in the following ten minutes after that, but I suppose I have to. In the few minutes after talking to the cashier, the damn restaurant ended up messing my order up to all hell. Not to mention the kid that asked me a million and one questions about me being a pony and why I had a boys name. Then his mom came over and wanted to get a picture of me with him and I refused and caused a big fuss over that. All in all, my attitude went from happy go lucky, straight to ‘I don’t give a fuck.’ By the time I left the Hardys, the rain stopped, which was good, because I wanted to get out of there as fast as I could. Now I’m sloshing through the puddles of water, while eating my boot tasting sandwich. “Yeah, this is great. Eat a shit sammich, now I have to ride a bus for eight hours. What could go wrong?” A/N:Have a chapter! It's late. But it's here. So, enjoy.