Equestria Girls-Mimi:
Episode One:
Becoming the Rainbow
Ever had one of these mornings when you rolled onto something that woke you straight up? That happened to me, except with one difference; whatever I rolled over was connect to my body. I yelped as I jumped straight up, and straight out of my bed. I guess I should count myself lucky that I didn’t have anything near my bed, or I probably would have gotten knocked back into dream land. The fall did knock the wind out me, and that caused my head to swim slightly.
Nothing liked being rudely awaken and falling out of your own bed to start the day, right?
I lay there for about two minutes, and allowed my head to stopping swimming. It did not help that I was a little hung-over from a little light drinking I did at a party last night. My head stopped swimming around the third minute, and it was at this time that I become aware of something against my back. I looked over my right shoulder and nearly fainted.
There, clear as day, was a tail. However, it wasn’t just any old tail; it was a horsetail, a rainbow colored horsetail!
I lay there, looking at the new addition to my being, as it swings back and forth, liked it had a mind of it own. I think I stared at the thing for five minutes, before my curiosity got the better of me. I slowly reached out with my right hand, and gingerly ran my finger through the item. I shivered when I felt a new sensation go through my entire body. I hate to admit this, I truly do, but this confirms that this tail was connected to my body, and not stuck to my rear, liked I first hoped.
I began to fear something was wrong with me, but I quickly calm down as a thought entered into my head. I was at a party late night, with alcohol and probably some drugs. I don’t which one I had to cause this strange illusion; the happenings of last night are somewhat hazy.
“I must have taken some LSD or something close to it,” I mused lazily.
Nature suddenly called and I had to answer, so I stood up and left my room. I walked awkwardly down the hall, probably due to whatever was still in my system and not because the tail kept getting caught between my legs. That would mean the thing was real, and that was just plain silly. I entered the bathroom and closed the door out of habit, right onto my tail.
My eyes snapped opened fully, and tears swelled up under them. There was no way too accurately described the pain I in. At best, I think it was liked having someone kicked you in the balls, while their friend rammed you from behind right at the moment of impacted. Yeah, it something closed to that.
The pain was so intense; I lost all feeling in my lower half and sank to my knees. This had the unfortunate action of pulling my tail somewhat, and sent another wave of pain through me. I nearly blacked out, that’s how bad the pain was. I was finally able to stand, after five minutes when feeling had returned to my lower half. I opened the door, and watched as my tail, my TAIL, fell to my side. I then limped over to the toilet, closed the lid, and took a seat.
I gingerly held the appendage, and stroke it. I wince slightly when my fingers touched the tender zone. For something that has no bones, it hurts like no tomorrow when something hits it. I continue to stroke the tail, careful to avoid the tender zone, and allowed the feeling in my lower half to return completely.
I found stroking my new tail strangely comforting, I would admit. It was just so soft and smooth, like it just had been brushed or something. And the feeling it was giving me was almost overwhelming. The only thing keeping me from getting lost in that feeling was the grim realization I just had. This was no hallucination; the pain proves that to me. So if this is real, then that meant I had somehow grown a horse’s tail overnight. I sighed faintly and let my tail go lazily watching it dropped to my right.
“Great, just great,” I muttered in bitter sarcasm. The one time I decided to disobey my parents and go out while they away, and what do I get for it…a horse’s TAIL!!”
I sigh heavily and stood up. I turned towards the toilet, opened the lid, and drained. I frown as I noticed something was off about my member. I didn’t look down, instead filing under ‘check later’ note, and fleshed. I was about to leave when I caught a glance of myself in the mirror. I looked at it, and felt my stomach tie itself into a tight knot.
Before I tell you what I saw in the mirror, let me fill in a few gaps about myself. I’m eighteen, and nearly six feet even. I have light tan skin, and black hair. Finally, my eyes are brown with just a small hint of a green tint to them. This morning I was wearing gray PJ bottoms, and a white muscle shirt. My body itself is lean and tone, the body of a track and field runner, which I am a member of.
This wasn’t what I was looking in the mirror this morning, and to be blunt like a rock, it scared me.
I still have my tan skin, and lean built, but I was shorter, maybe about 4 to 5 inches. I also realized that my body is slightly slimmer; it is just not noticeable if you’re not looking for it. But what really got me was my hair; it had changed into a rainbow coloring, like my new tail, and slightly long in the back with massy bangs all around. The final piece was the eyes; they were now red, close to magmata I would guess.
I finally connected the dots and realized something about the hair and tail. I knew I had seen the tail before, but my mind refused to connect them, until this moment. And what I saw should have been impossible.
“…I looked like a “Rainbow Dash” Cosplayer,” I said breathlessly.
I looked behind me, and watched as my tail, my TAIL, swing back and forth, like it had a mind of its own. I next noticed something on my thighs, and looked at it more closely. I wasn’t all that surprise when I saw that it Rainbow Dash’s Cutie Mark. What surprised me is that I could see the mark; I was wearing pants after all.
Oh, I did forget to mention that I do watch MLP: FIM, but I never consider myself a brony. I’m really a closet geek, watching and collecting cartoons, Anime, comic books, and even card games. I only do Track and Field to keep in shape, and hopeful avoid my family’s heredity health issues. And it’s not like I keep my interest a secret from anyone, heck half of my teammates knows about my hobbies and some even share in them.
I sigh faintly and looked away from the mark. My day is official weird, and it’s not even eight yet. I closed the lid to the toilet and took a seat on it. I needed to hold my tail, my TAIL, to avoid sitting on it. I began to stroke the thing again, as I began to think back, back to last night.
My five closest friends and I were invited to a college party, due to one of my Track & Fields teammate’s brother hosting the thing. I wouldn’t normally go to those kinds of things, but I was graduating in more then six months, so I thought I might as well go, just for simple bragging rights. Things were going good; I was having a blast, and even meant this hot babe. I don’t remember much after that, because the beer was brought out. The last clear memory I had was talking to something I thought was my best friend, and the rest is blank.
I frown in discontent as I set my tail, my TAIL, on my lap. Man, no matter how many times I say that, I just get over the fact that I have a pony’s appendage. I also can’t get over how soft it was either; I have felt horse’s tails before, when I visited a cousin of my, who works on a horse farm. But it felt nothing like the tail I was holding now. I could sit here all day and just stroke the appendage.
I quickly pushed that thought into the back of my mind. Now wasn’t the time for such things! I had to figure out how I got the tail in the first place. But my hangover, despite being light, was still making it hard for me to think straight. So, first order of business was breakfast.
I got up and exited the bathroom, making my way to the lower floor and the kitchen. My trip to the kitchen was easier then my trip to the bathroom, probably because I had a little better control over my tail; how I got that control, I have no clue. Once I was in the kitchen, I set about making my breakfast of choice; cheese omelet, toast, bacon, sausage, and organic OJ. Within a ten minute period, I had fixed my breakfast, set on the table, and took my usual chair. I guess I should count myself lucky that we use those old fashion dining chairs. They have these cage-like spaces that allowed me to sit comfortable without having to do anything extra with my new tail.
Man, is that still weird even to think about. I quickly shook my head to clear it, and went back to my breakfast. The breakfast was really doing the trick; I could feel my hangover lifting already! To bad it wasn’t doing much for fog around my memory; all I could remember is that one of my friends, the only one of use smart enough not to drink, took me home and even tucked me into bed.
I lowered my head as I felt a shy blush creep onto my cheeks. It was extremely embarrassing to have one of your good friends take you home and tucked you in, like you’re some sort of little kid who just experiences their first sugar crush. To me, it ranks up there with the time I ran straight into a mail box when it was bright and sunny out. I was just thankful that none of my friends had camera phones back then.
I sigh lightly as I cut a piece of sausage and idly popped into my mouth. This trip down memory lane was fun and all, but it wasn’t helping me. I need go focus; I need to remember what happened last night. I-I-I…I’m going to blow chucks! I grabbed a nearby napkin and hurled up the sausage I just ingested. I quickly and vicious wiped my mouth clear, trying to get the horrid taste out of it. I then downed my juice in one gulp.
I looked at the soiled napkin like it was a foul beast, one that emits such an odor it would knock your socks off if you got close enough. Was the sausage bad? No, mom just brought that sausage last week, and the package wasn’t opened until today. I looked down at the piece of food; examining it to see if I had cooked it wrong. No, that can’t be right either; I have been cooking sausage since I was twelve.
So…what was different here?
I looked at my plate, studying my food again. I have already eaten most of my toast and eggs, so they were fine. The only thing I haven’t touched yet was the bacon. Frowning heavily, I picked up my fork and cut a tiny piece. Then, like a scene from a classic cartoon, I brought my tongue out, and slowly brought the piece of meaty goodness down onto it.
My eyes snapped opened and I quickly hurled the bacon from my tongue and gag heavily. The taste was just as bad as the sausage, maybe even worse. I quickly grabbed my juice glass, got up, and nearly trapped due to having my tail get caught in the chair, when I went to get more juice.
I lean up against the fridge as I sip my juice. Ok, so here the run down; I can eat toast and eggs, but not bacon or sausage. What could that mean? Let see here, eggs are consider meat, but not in the way bacon and sausage is. It was almost like my stomach couldn’t hold meat anymore, and my taste buds were trying to tall me that.
I gasp suddenly and nearly lost my glass. That exactly what’s happening; my body could no longer handle meat, one that was once part of a living animal, and my body was telling me to stay clear of the stuff. I looked over at me plate, with the eaten toast and eggs, and the non-eaten meat, and frown with distain.
“What now…I’ll start to curve a daisy sandwich, like the ponies of the show?” I asked sarcastically.
Actually, now that I thought about it, that doesn’t sound too bad. I gasped at my own thoughts, and quickly finished my juice. I hastily put the dirty glass onto the counter, and bolt out of the kitchen, my breakfast old news. I ran up to my room at marathon speed, as something came to me. Whatever gave me my new tail wasn’t done with me just yet. I shudder at the thought of what was going to become of me.
Well I continue to change? Would I become Rainbow Dash completely, like in some of those Fanfictions I read when I’m bored; would I lose myself in some way, or would Rainbow Dash end “killing me” in a sense? I shuddered as those disturbing thoughts kept coming, and that promoted me to pushed myself to my know limit.
I burst into my room, and in a rainbow blur, gathered all the stuff I need for my signature outfit. I only stopped when I had all that I needed and allowed myself to catch what little wind I had lost in my run here. I don’t care that I couldn’t remember what happened like night; I wasn’t going to let myself turned into a fictional pony!
Once I had caught my second wind and my brain came down from it buzz, I realized a new problem. I looked at my tail, which was twitching in response to my own nervousness, and realize it going to be a chore just to get out of my current clothes and into another pair. I sigh lightly and decided to get it over with it.
I grabbed the back of my pants, and pulled them away from my being. I next grabbed my tail and gently pulled it through. I was surprise when it came free fairly easily. I pulled down the pants, and then move onto my panties, repeating the same process.
Wait a minute…panties!? I looked down at the pity and notice, to my embarrassment, that there were indeed woman’s undergarments. Thank Celestia they were just simple cotton panties, and didn’t have any sort of design on them. Wait minute again….did I just use a phrase from the show?
I quickly shook my head; it wasn’t the time to begin debuting about silly cartoon phrases. I quickly took off my shirt, and stopped when I notice something that nearly made me faint. There, on my chest, was something that no boy should have; breasts, the golden goose’s eggs that all teenage boys longed to touch but not to have.
And they were right on my chest!
I nearly had a panic attack when I saw those, and took everything I had learn about self-control, just to keep myself from freaking out. I took several deep breaths, and counted to ten in my head, for almost five minutes. It may had sounded corny and cliché, but still did the trick and I calm down enough to think rationally. And I instantly wished I had my panic attack, as I realized something I missed when I first noticed my tail.
If it was true and I had shrunk a few inches, shouldn’t my clothes have been a little baggy on me. And then there was my tail…there was a hole in my pants, large enough that I get it through and move it without discomfort. So, if I looked at this logically, it would mean whatever was changing me was also effecting things around me.
“Look at me, a scientist and I didn’t even know it,” I said sarcastically.
I gasp and thrust my right hand to my throat, grabbing lightly. I sounded just like Rainbow Dash in that moment, which shouldn’t have been all that surprisingly when I thought about. I recovered from the shock a second later, and looked at my hand. It was smaller, slender but I did notice the scar I got from when I fell a few days ago.
With a reluctant sigh, I decided it was time to do the thing I have been dreading to do since I found out what happened to me this time. It was time to see just how much my body had change, and I was dreading worse then a trip to the dentist.
I started out small, looking at my left shoulder. It was like my just hand, smaller and slender. I did notice that there was a small lay of muscle on my arm. The muscle itself was more refine then anything else. I then looked at my breasts, and shivered for two different reasons, reasons I rather not go into at the moment. They were smaller then I was expecting (and wishing), but I also noticed that they were still big enough to turn heads.
Man, did that ever sound wrong!
I quickly moved my eyes away from my new breasts, and looked at my stomach and abs. The stomach was flat and the abs had a small amount of muscle on them. I also notice that my hips were a little wide, but not so much as to give me an hourglass figure. I frown when I saw Rainbow Dash, or more accurately, my cutie mark on my thighs.
I filed that under weird and looked farther down, avoiding the private zone completely. Like the rest of my body, my legs had slim down considerable and also had muscle. I noticed that the muscles on my legs were more developed then the rest of my body. I tenderly ran my fingers over them, and noticed how firm their felt. I probably could run two short marathons, and these legs wouldn’t even be strain from the runs.
In short, I now have the body of an eighteen-year-old female Track and Field runner, a marathon runner to be exact, which just happens to be my spot on the team. And at this moment, I was highly conflicted; I should be disgusted or humiliated at my new body. But for reasons that I couldn’t understand, I wasn’t. In fact, the longer I stared at the muscles the more proud I felt about them.
That was just weird, no matter how I looked at it.
I have said this before but the only reason I’m on the track and field team, is to avoid some of my family health issues. That means I’m not the best runner on my team. I’m not the worse there is, but not he best either. So to suddenly take overwhelming pride in my body was just weird.
I suddenly shock my head. My suddenly fondness for my body could wait until after I figure out what happened to me. And if I turn back to normal, I’m sure my mental issues would also clear up, or I hoped it would.
“Well, I guess I should-whoa!” I screamed as I suddenly found myself falling to my right.
I landed on my tail, which sent a jolt of pain up through my spine, causing me to yelp, ironically sounding close to Rainbow Dash when she takes a hit. My body must have adjusted itself to the new limb, or maybe my mind had an easier time processing where the pain was coming from, whatever the reason might have been, I found myself recovering from the pain that much quicker then the first time I hurt it.
I rolled over to my other side, mindful about my other new “equipment” and grabbed my tail. I began to stroke it, hoping to get the pain to subside and nearly lost myself in in the feeling I was getting from the limb. I quickly push that thought into the back of my mind, and got onto my knees, mindful of the weight on my chest. I then leaned forward, grabbed the sheet of my bed, and pulled myself closer to it. I scowled bitterly when I noticed the clothing I had put on there earlier.
“Oh come on!” I exclaimed angrily. “Can’t the universe cut me a break this morning?”
I stare at the article of clothing, namely the cotton panties and bra that should have been a pair of tightie whities and an undershirt. I looked at the items like they were dangerous animal, and by making a wrong move would results in them attacking me. Still…it wasn’t like I had much of a choice, and I quickly settled on the piece of clothing as a necessary evil.
Still…I wasn’t looking forward to figuring out the piece of clothing that must boys my age dream of removing from their lady friends.
(…)
I will spare you the epic fail with my new pieces of clothes, and the seventeen faceplates I had while walking to my sister’s room. Why go to my sister’s room you ask? It’s simple, really; she has the only full-body mirror in the enough house. And that’s a story I want to leave well enough alone, for now.
So, here I am, standing in my sister’s room, using her mirror to get a good look at how the female me looked, and I couldn’t tell you how many kinds of wrong it was, to think of how hot I have become, and just how I lack the proper equipment to enjoy myself.
Yeah…not touching that thought with a 25 foot pole, and instead focuses on the outfit I was wearing.
My trademark outfit hadn’t gone through as much change as I first thought. I still wore faded blue jeans; black high tops that were wore in just right, a black tank-top, and a cyan windbreaker jacket. Only now, they were redesign to fit the feminine body I now sport. The rim of my jeans had been rolled up and I wore those short socks woman seem to be fond of, meaning my ankles were exposed. My tank-top was now cut off at the mid-section, showing off my stomach and abs, but it fitted nicely over my new breasts surprisingly.
It was my jacket that was the most altered. The article of clothing was blank last night, and now it was covered with the logo of the Wonderbolts, the aerial acrobats of Equestria. It was also a smug fit, another odd thing to add to the ever growing list of weirdness. I had brought this thing from a bargain bun about six months ago, and it was also a size to big for me.
My eyes next traveled to my thighs. My cutie mark had appeared when I slipped my jeans on. That got me thinking and I even want as far as to pull take them off, and my mark disappear from it a few seconds afterwards. It was weird but not entirely important, so I just filed it for later.
Now that I was done with my outfit, I studied my self. My face wasn’t that much different then my old face. It was softer now, and a slightly more around. But those changes were minor, and if it wasn’t for the rainbow hair and the magmata eyes, I could have passed for my twin sister. Oh, and the voice too, can’t forget I now sound just like Rainbow Dash.
I smiled as a childish thought popped into my head. Putting on my best mock shock expression, I began to say random lines that Rainbow Dash had said throughout the series. “Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh! Pink Pie, you’re so random! I’m an egghead.”
I continue like this for nearly five minutes, until I finally broke down and began a laughing fit. I really did sound like Rainbow Dash. I could probably enter one of these costume contests, and win first prize for my realistic costume. But I wonder…wouldn’t that be cheating? After all, I wasn’t in costume,
I decided to let that thought go as I looked back into the mirror. I put on my “thinking” face, as my friends like to call it, and begun to think. “Ok, Rupert, what do you think? Time to get serious, right?” I asked my reflection.
I frown as I thought popped into my head. My name is Rupert Douglaston; guess I never gave it yet, have I? Rupert Douglaston…RD…Rainbow Dash. I never realized that I had the same initials as my favorite pony. Did that mean something?
Before I could ponder this thought any farther, I faintly heard ‘at the Gala-Twilight Verse’, telling me that I was getting a call from a close friend of my. Got to love personalize ring tone, right? I stumble out of my sis’s room, still somewhat clumsy with my new body, and hurried to my room. I reached the desk on the opposite side of my room, and reached for the item on it.
I suddenly stopped and stared at my hand. My breath caught in my throat as I watched something really weird happening to my hand. Thin, cyan fur began to grow rapidly, starting from my fingertips and quickly spread to my hand. I watched as the fur went up my arm and disappear into the sleeve of my jacket. I could tell that the fur was still growing on my body, just from the way my skin tingled. I looked at my exposed stomach and watched as it was covered in fur. The fur continue to grown, eventually reaching my exposed ankles and beyond.
My face twisted as I felt a tingle erupted all around it. The sensation I was feeling wasn’t painful, or anything close it. I still did notice when my face started too pushed out, and I felt my ears moved up my head. I then felt fur grow onto my face, and I didn’t even need a mirror to know what happen to my head. My vision did blur for about a second, no doubt due to the change in positioning of my eyes.
I next felt a tingle around my shoulders, and that could only mean one thing. I look down, sighing in defeat, waiting for my new wings to grow out and ruin my favorite outfit. I felt a small pop and felt my wings come out. I frown when I didn’t hear a sound of ripping fabric, but I didn’t get a chance to think it over, as a light headache came over me. It passed quickly but still left me lightheaded.
As I was regaining my bearings, I became away of my new wings, as I felt them on my back. I looked behind me, and I saw, to my amazement, a pair of beautiful wings, ones that would even make Rainbow Dash jealous. I got curious and tried to make them move, half-expecting them not too. I nearly had a heart attack when I saw my right wing move up and down.
I went into a series of experiments, my still ringing phone all but forgotten. Within three minutes, I had near complete control over my wings, and thoughts were starting to swing in my head. Could I really fly with these wings? Could I actually zoom around the sky like Rainbow Dash? I smiled a little giddy as those thoughts sound very promising.
My thoughts were rudely interrupted when phone went to voice mail, record a message, and began beeping to tell me that I had the message. I picked up the item, dialed in the voice mail serves, and turned on the speaker. I think I nearly had a heart attack for the third time this day, when a familiar voice began to talk in a quick and somewhat distress tone.
“Rupert please picked up! I know I sound different, but it’s me…its Tina Spring!”