“Just keep on running. Come on Cloud, we don’t have time to dawdle!”
“Everything is going to be fine. Everything is going to be fine,” she chanted as she ran alongside me.
“Everything is not going to be fine, Cloud Kicker! The Element of Magic was vaporized, VAPORIZED before our very eyes. No Elements of Harmony, no Celestia, no Luna, there is nopony who can protect us now. It is up to us.”
“What can we do?”
“Hide in the Everfree and gather allies. Make a plan. The point is to not give up.”
“Why should we run?” she said distantly.
“What are you talking about? We need to get out of here! Let’s go.” I said in an exasperated shout.
“No, I like it here. It’s all good.” She said almost calmly
Confused, I looked at Cloud Kicker to see her eyes were an unnatural shade of yellow.
A voice that was not her own came from her mouth, “Yes, let us stay here, Blossom. Stay here and bang.”
“No, it can’t be,” as the realization came over me in a wave of shock.
“But it is.” Discord said though Cloud as the draconequus emerged from my lover in a tendril of snaky black smoke before coalescing into his more familiar shape, leaving Cloud Kicker with a manic grin and glossed over eyes.
I charged for Cloud as bindings of red licorice shot out of nowhere and bound my legs. I attempted to bite though the restraints, but they hissed and rattled in the manner of a rattle snake. I decided I was no use to Cloud dead so I attempted to parlay with Discord.
“Leave her alone!”
“Oh, Blossom. Silly, pathetic, weak Blossom. Your name suits you so well; you are a delicate lotus flower that is so easily crushed. You can’t stand on your own. Without Cloud Kicker to protect and guide you, you are nothing more than a shadow. A shadow kicker as it were. Look at her; she is in so much ecstasy, a perpetual orgasm if you will. She has never been this happy and she has not one ounce of trouble or pain, just pure pleasure. Her past, her heartache, all whisked away in the clutch of my spell.
You too could delight in perpetual bliss, the likes of which you can hardly imagine. One word is all it takes and the pain of you as an orphan, the teasing, bullying and abuse as a foal, the heartache, I can make it all go away. Just say yes.”
I awoke with a start. My sheets were drenched in sweat and all bunched up in a mummy-like bundle around me. I swear, if I ever get a hold of Luna I am going to give her a piece of my mind for subjecting me to all of these nightmares. Ponies need decent sleep every now and again.
I began to untangle myself as I slowly became more conscious, only to have my bladder catch up with me and scream a need to go to the bathroom. With an ungraceful flail, I managed to escape the tangled mess of my sheets as I slid off the bed into a bruised heap on the floor. I groaned at the pain, but more or less my pride was wounded worse than any part of me and I got up and sprinted to the bathroom.
I sat down on the toilet and relieved myself. I suddenly realized that my method of excrement was unusual for me and a quick inspection down below quickly revealed why. To my horror I looked downwards and found I had female genitalia. Flying feather. What sorcery is this? First I wake up as a girl, and now I have censored cussing? What the firetruck! Holy frack. Feathering featherheads. Freakazoid. Let’s try one more time. F-u-c-k spells fiddlesticks. Well, snotballs, this is annoying. Girl body parts, politically correct censoring; what is next, turning into a pony? Oh, wait. That is totally happening. Stupid me for trying to make sense out of an insane situation.
My mind began to race as I recalled everything I knew about females and I only became more and more concerned as all of the potential complications came to my mind. Pregnancy, being in heat, mood swings, menstruation and a slew of other things passed before my mind’s eye in a flurry as I began to hyperventilate. I didn’t ask for this, I don’t want a part of this! My mind rushed faster and faster until one thought dominated all of them, claiming that this is my true gender and I need not worry. I don’t know why I singled that thought out or why I believed it, but it made me become calm and better accept the results of the gender blender.
After I had calmed down and the adrenaline stopped flowing, I checked my reflection in the mirror to see what other changes had befallen me. First of all I noticed my hair was now a full mane in bold magnenta and green stripes, ending in a neat cut above my forehead. I also noticed that my tail was much more full than yesterday and now matched perfectly my mane with the same cut and color scheme.
The sour cream white ears I sported yesterday were even more prevalent as they had grown to their full size. Similarly, patches of white fur appeared all over my body, but were most prevalent near my cutie mark, which now was a full background of white around my rump.
My feet were now almost full hooves with a hard nail overlapping my toe. My heel was now little more than a small bump in my calf. The ankle now was nearly invisible as it seamlessly fused with my calf, which was now significantly shorter, as well as my thigh. I was both annoyed at getting shorter, but delighted that I hadn’t hit my head on the doorframe yet again today because of my height.
Most shocking of all, aside from my new gender, was my eyes. As a human, I had hazel eyes which were predominantly brown most of the time, but occasionally turned green whenever I was mischievous or flirtatious. Now my eyes were slightly bigger and a pale shade of bluish green, almost a light teal. I found them entrancing and quite beautiful and I wondered why I had never considered colored contacts in this color before.
A knock at the bathroom door pulled me out of my reverie.
“Hey princess, some of us want to use the restroom. Would you kindly let me do so?”
“Sure thing, Cloud. Just be careful.”
“Yeah sure, whatever. It’s only like I’ve gone to the restroom a bazillion times during my life. I think I can manage.”
I sighed and left the bathroom. I figured it be about thirty seconds before Cloud would flip out. I was wrong, she was from zero to panic in ten seconds flat.
“Blossom? Did you wake up as a female?!?”
“Apparently. You too, huh?”
“How can you be so nonchalant about it? We are both mares! What do we do?”
“What else can we do? Just roll with it. It is just part of ponification.”
“But how can I bang like this?”
“Honestly, the first thought you have with your new gender is your ability to bang? Really Cloud Kicker, I thought better of you.” I paused before adding, “You know that females bang too, right?”
“I know, but it’s just…”
“Come on, you’ll get some tail, I mean more than you’ve already got. And besides, blondes have more fun.” I teased.
“Is that an invitation to have some bedroom fun?”
“Oh, Cloud. When will you change?” I chided as I shook my head.
“So, that’s a maybe, then.”
I huffed, rolled my eyes and left Cloud to her own devices as I grabbed some breakfast.
Breakfast turned out to be a more annoying affair than it needed to be. Let me first start by saying that I wanted nothing more than a simple breakfast of toast with peanut butter and honey on it. Things quickly escalated from there. Due to my reduced stature, the counter was now to the point that I was no more than a foot taller than it and the bread was way in the back corner. It took several short jumps to grab the loaf and then came the twist tie. I understood that I’d have a loss of dexterity, but this was ridiculous as I fought with the piece of metal for a good five minutes before giving up and ripping the plastic to unveil two slices.
The toaster was the next hurdle as the stainless steel small kitchen appliance was shoved all the way to the back of another counter and like before a bunch of jumps got it in my hands. In one smooth, practiced motion the bread went in, the lever down and the dial adjusted for perfection. Perfection was not forthcoming as the toast popped up scorching hot and slightly burnt. Oh well.
Next came the peanut butter. The jar itself was on a low lying shelf and easy to obtain, but for the life of me, I couldn’t get the confounded lid off. I even asked Cloud for help, and when she too failed, I grabbed the stupid thing and opened it with my teeth to the gross taste of plastic. Whereas the peanut butter was too hard to open, the honey was too easy. Learning my lesson from the peanut butter, I squeezed the honey bottle with my mouth, but I applied much too much force and a torrent of sticky honey came oozing out of the bottle, all over the toast, plate and for six inches or so on the table.
Defeated, I ate my mess of breakfast to the slight mirth of Cloud Kicker.
“Looks like you fought with breakfast and won, Blossom” Cloud said with laughter in her voice.
“Oh, and you could have made breakfast any better?” I replied
“You know it.”
To prove her point, she grabbed a celery stalk out of the crisper in the fridge and slowly munched on it.
“I hate you.” I replied with a little bitterness.
“Oh, you are so cute when you’re angry.”
I looked at the smile of hers and it was difficult to stay mad, “Why are you so gosh-darn likeable sometimes?”
“It is the old Cloud Kicker charm.”
I smiled, shook my head, and laughed. I took Cloud’s example and had some celery to compliment my unsatisfying bread and she joined me in sopping up some of the honey with the green veggie as well as her tongue. I first I was disgusted, but as I thought about it, it seemed like a waste to let the honey go to waste and joined Cloud in her delinquency.
An hour later found breakfast over as the remnants of my battle with food were cleaned up or put away. Cloud made a couple more attempts at organizing a banging session which I politely declined.
Cloud Kicker’s personality is certainly different than her human persona. This banging obsessed, charming, charismatic pony seems a far cry from the stoic, cold man I once knew her to be. Granted I have this feeling that that soldier personality is in Cloud somewhere, it isn’t apparent when you look at her now. Overall, despite the infuriating nature of her obsession, she is likeable and fun to be around and I have to say that I like this new Cloud Kicker more than the Jessie she evolved from.
As Cloud was beginning to regain her personality, so was I. I found myself more confident in myself than I was as a human. I had always had self esteem issues growing up and rarely made friends. I’m certainly not charismatic like Cloud Kicker, but certainly more than my former self. I found my temper to be significantly tempered as seen by my significant lack of cuss words and ability to tolerate Cloud’s advances. As a human, I doubt I would have been able to do either with grace.
Perhaps most amazing out of everything is this feeling of contentment around Cloud. If I didn’t know better, I’d say it might be the start of a stronger emotion like infatuation or love, but as of right now, it was the feeling of true friendship. I can honestly say I’ve never had that sort of relationship with anyone or anypony until now. Maybe it is the whole transformation affair. Maybe it is leftovers from a past life, I may never know, but being around Cloud Kicker, this feels just so… right.