//------------------------------// // Ch 1: Interesting Times // Story: Transitions // by appelpieman //------------------------------// Transitions appelpieman Chapter One: Interesting Times Princess Celestia sat hunched over her desk, her eyes focused on the documents lying in-front of her, the area lit by the nearby crackling fire and the numerous candles scattered throughout the luxurious yet business like study. The quill floating in her magic danced across the various documents checking and double checking every point. This continued until a soft knock, followed by the study door opening drew her attention. “You asked to see me sister?” Princess Luna queried, shutting the study door behind her. Sighing Princess Celestia turned to her sister. “Yes. I think it's time we discussed the future of Twilight and Cadance.” A shocked look passed across Luna's face. “So soon? I do not think this wise.” “As you know it has been almost a century since the passing of Shining Armour and the elements of harmony. I say now is a good a time as ever to let them fulfil their true destinies.” “I understand your reason.” Luna replied her surprised look vanishing to be replaced with one of knowing. “I suspect you have a plan and destination in mind?” “Yes.” A knowing smile gracing Celestia's face. “ A world by the name of Earth which is also the source of our little problem.” “That is a rather... Bland name, but is it wise sending them there?” “I have to agree with you that the name is a bit dull, but as to whether it is wise? Well... We can always count on our oldest friend.” --- Have you ever had one of those feelings. The type where you feel that something is about to go terribly, horrendously wrong? No? Well I do and I've been feeling it all morning. Nothing's wrong, I’m on top of my work, I haven't forgotten anything and all is well finances wise. I’m just getting a weird feeling that something is off. But in any case is should get back to doing work. Stuck in a box of a room, using an underpowered computer to try to produce a 3D model for my university course... yay. “Well, it could be worse.” Great. I just doomed my self... Ok. Five minutes of waiting for the apocalypse to occur hasn’t turned up anything, so lucky break. I’m also now hungry so now time to time for lunch and then procrastinate for hours. On way of heading out of my cell come student accommodation I have a weird urge to check the mirror back in my room. Yep. Still the same six foot tall, slightly overweight, brown haired, green eyed student. What else was I going to see? Or not see... The lights suddenly going off followed by my laptop and desk lamp. Fuck my work! Lunging towards my laptop I’m suddenly overcome by dizziness and fall to the floor near to my bed. Lying on the floor, with unconsciousness rising to claim me I can only think of one thing. Why on earth did I have to miss the bed? --- I awake lying on my back and see the sun peaking through a gap in the curtains. This can mean one of two things; I have been asleep at least three or four hours or over a day. Going with reason, I say I've spent a few hours unconscious on the floor. A glance at my desk reveals that the power situation has not resolved itself meaning it's probably a fault the mains. Sighing I mutter. “Fantastic all I need...” I suddenly tail off, noting that my voice sounds... wrong. It’s too high pitch, too soft, too feminine. With this realisation I suddenly become aware of other differences; I have a wider field of view, my back legs bend a different way, my teeth feel different, I can't move my fingers or toes, I have new appendages on my back and I can't feel particular aspects of the male anatomy anymore! At this point I’m almost hyperventilating trying to come up with an explanation for why I'm suddenly a pony. And if you're wondering yes, I am a fan of my little pony if the posters didn't already clue you in. Then bang. The thought hits me! “This is a dream it has to be! It explains everything.” I blurt out in my desperation. “All I need to do is wake up!” I giggle as I lift my right arm in to view. In the dim light I make out a light gray furred arm, or should that be foreleg, connected to a hoof almost entirely hidden by what if I remember correctly as a fetlock. “Who knew? All it would take for me to dream I’m a pony was to fall unconscious?” I state still giggling crazily as I examine my hoof in front of me. “O well. Time to return to consciousness.” I say before smacking myself in the face. --- What I would like to say is that I woke up and it was all a dream, but unfortunately life isn’t always that kind. Instead all I succeeded in was achieving unconsciousness again. After waking up and confirming that not only was I still a pony, I had a killer headache, I decided to see what I actually looked like as a pony. Rolling over onto my front and slowly and unsteadily rising to all fours I come to the realization that the clothes I was previously wearing are now missing and the fact that I now have wings. Closing my eyes I decided to focus on my newly acquired limbs mentally feeling along my spine until I hit an unfamiliar group of muscles. Feeling my wings opening and closing as I work these muscle groups is a sensation I can only describe as weird yet completely familiar, as if I've done the exercise a thousand times before. In this moment of contemplation I realize I need to find out what exactly has happened to me as well as if it has affected anyone else. Please god don't let me be the only one... Upon finally opening my eyes I immediately spot my hair now hanging in-front of half my face. Taking note of the two tone light pink and white I curse. “I just had to have pink in it didn't I..." Taking a second to listen to my own voice I come to the conclusion. "You know, this voice isn't actually too bad. Not to girly, but still feminine.” I note trying to seek any positives from the situation as I awkwardly turn towards the mirror. Looking in I see a light grey pegasus mare standing at around four foot high staring back. A medium length light pink and white mane falls to one side, covering part of one of my still sea green eyes. I look over my shoulder along my back towards my rear I spot that my wings are almost entirely the length of my body almost covering the area a pony would have a cutie-mark. A quick examination reveals that this is something I lack, followed by a weird feeling of sadness. After spending an additional couple of minutes checking myself out, I decided to actually begin trying to find out what's happened to me. “Right.” I say trying to motivate myself. “Time to walk the four foot or so to retrieve your phone and start working out what the hell is going on.” After a few seconds of trial and error as well as delayed fall, I reach my desk which is now just below eye height and retrieve my battered iPhone. After awkwardly positioning the phone in-between my hooves I poke the on button to see... nothing. Nada. Squat. “Dam it. That makes no sense. It was fully charged!” I vex angrily. Kicking the dead phone away. I decide to practice walking around the room in-order to get used to quadrupedal movement, whilst muttering various curses upon various tech companies and the universe in general and trying to come up with a plan. I continue this until I’m interrupted by the one thing I forgot to take into consideration. My flatmates. “Jay? You in there? It's me Rebecca. I need your help with something.” ... Shit.