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// 02 Imagine 
// Story: Unlucky seven 
// by Pinklestia 
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~~*Firefly the Dancing Daredevil*~~


After logging in my Facebook account, I took a picture with the laptop camera and uploaded it. I knew Pegasus wings could be flexible, and I had memories of using them somewhat like hands, but they were just memories, when I tried to use them for real to do that... I was pathetic. The laptop didn't have one of those expensive speech recognition programs. So I was forced to do it all using my mouth and a pen.

And here is what I posted for everypony to see:


'I can't believe this happened to me.

Why did this happen to me? Is this even really happening, or am I insane?

I feel so useless like this, yet part of me, won't agree.

After all I got a pair of wings, shouldn't I use them?

Flying is awesome, at least I think it will be. But, I am not in the new show, not even as a background pony.

Okay, I know, this is confusing, I get it. But I am not the kind of pony who likes to talk and talk about herself. Yes, I like to brag, but I prefer actions to do the bragging for me.

You see, I woke up as Firefly.

Yes, that Firefly, ya know the pony that started it all?

I mean, of course you know that, you saw my new picture, right?

If you believe is just a clever Photoshop, fine. I am not gonna dress like a French maid just to prove that what happened to me is real, thank you.

Maybe... maybe I was never a human to start with, maybe I just got the power to travel dimensions.

Okay, that sounded lame, yes I was a human before. How else I would know so many things about Earth? Oh and I also got a human Facebook account, duh.

Wanna know something scary?

I woke up like a pony in some junkyard then had to run away from a scary dog. I don't know how I didn't get hurt.

Yes, run! Is like, I have memories of flying but I forgot how.

I tried to go back home, but I didn't have the keys and I don't want my family to see me like this. You see, my dad does have a gun, and he believes in aliens and that. A pink talking Pegasus that tried to say that was his daughter would surely get shot, specially when I don't sound like myself anymore.

Yes, In case is not evident, I became a pinktastic girly pony, Yay! (That Yay was sarcastic by the way)

So this isn't even my computer, is from a nice woman who happens to be this massive My Little Pony fan, and it seems I am her favorite pony.

She might or not be crazy, but hey, free food and a place to stay, she can be all the crazy she wants as long as it doesn't hurt me!

So the big question is, what do I do now?

I mean, I do kind of look like the new show style, Friendship is Magic. That's cool, I mean the G1 look was not that ugly, but I greatly prefer looking this way.

Yes, I am aware I look like a Rainbow Dash recolor.

Did someone else wake up as a pony today? Without any belongings or Id? And in the middle of nowhere?

I would like to know.

-Firefly'

OK, I admit that... I could have written something better, but that basically summed up what I was thinking at the moment. After that I took some more pictures of myself and uploaded it to my Facebook account.

Then my stomach grumbled, I got off the chair and walked to the kitchen. That nice woman? She was like sixty. I didn't want to wake her up, so I opened the fridge, I grabbed an orange with my mouth then closed the fridge with a soft tap of my hoof.

Hmm, tasty, tasty orange, way better than an apple. Maybe if I had been born an earth pony my cutie mark would sure be about oranges. Even since I was a little filly...

'Slipping up, saying filly instead of girl, just great. Is still me inside? Let's see... mental checklist! (No, I don't care if that's an egghead thing, thank you)'

*) Do I still like human girls?

I tried to imagine my former human self hugging a sexy naked girl... it works and I like it.

*) Do I like mares?

I pictured myself doing some nasty things with a G4 style Surprise and my face felt warm, 'I am blushing or something?' of course I am.

*) Do I like stallions now?

I quickly go to Derpibooru and searched for male FiM ponies pics, then I was forced to close Firefox, stupid hormonal pony brain!

'Great, that makes me bisexual. Oh joy! Like being a closet lesbian wasn't bad enough.'

*) Is there a pony talking in my head?

I closed my eyes and thought 'Hello, Is anypony new there?'

I then heard a familiar little girl voice that said 'No Firefly, no pink Pegasus around here besides yourself.'

Who was that voice? She is Little Eris, female child version of Discord, because I have babysat small girls and the idea of one of those little monsters having Discord or Q like powers is amusing. I used her for role playing for years, and sometimes I even heard her in my head. Deep down, she was scared and depressed, because she knew that one day, when she grew up, she was gonna end being the Discord of the gender reversed FiM universe.

By the way, did I mention that I think I read a fanfic about this?

Actually, I went to fimfiction.net Oh boy, there are sure where lot of fics of humans waking up as ponies. Yay for originality, not that waking up as a changeling would have been better, those creatures are gross and icky, FiM ponies are only second bests to humans so is not THAT bad. Well save for the whole "Pony in a world of humans" stuff.

'Okay, back to the checklist.'

*) Any new abilities?

Okay, I couldn't fly, I also looked cute, cute enough to get free stuff. But I can't fly! I feel like I am crippled, well, more than I would if I was a Pegasus that could fly, because ya know, hands?'

*) Does my English still suck?

'Yes it does, next?'

*) Do you still have imagination?

'Yes, I do.' I imagined Little Eris hugging my new pony body until I am almost out of breath.

'Is not fair, you got to be a pony, why I don't get to be real?' Little Eris protests and pouts, even as a pony, I still think she is freaking adorable.

'Because if you did, you would spread adorable chaos all over the world?'

She winked at me 'True, but hey, it would still be fun!'

Then I tried that 'See if Firefly is inside me' thing again.

I closed my eyes and started to think 'Firefly, are you there?'

Nothing.

'Ah well, is not really that important. I am not an element bearer or one of the Cutie Mark Crusaders. There isn't any news about Tirek, the Smooze or whatever. Eeyup, just me being stuck as a pony, nothing else going here.'

'Firefly! Did you just tried to invoke Murphy law? I am so proud of you!' Little Eris said excitedly and gave me a mental hug.

'I did? Oh crap.' I mentally pushed the young draconequus away

'Tomorrow, tomorrow I will be the brave and courageous Firefly...' I am curled up in a ball scared because I might just had summoned the end of the world as we know it. 'Hey, don't look at me like that Eris! I am not really Firefly, I jusg woke up like this! A dog almost ate me and I can't go back home. I have the RIGHT to freak out! Oh, and don't forget the fact I can't fly, this really sucks!'

Yes, I was  freaking out, no problem, it wasn't a big deal!

'Don't get sad Eris, tomorrow I will go on an awesome adventure! Because I'm bucking Firefly, the coolest Pegasus ever, even if I am pink, and that's just how I roll.'

Yes, I wasn't making a lot of sense, I know.

'Okay, Is not like I wasn't brave when I was a human. But this... this is just... so insane.'

'Firefly, please, calm down... and you are afraid of heights, remember?' Little Eris tried to comfort me, oh how I wished her hugs could be real, but they were not.

'I... what do I do now?' I asked confused

'Try to find more like you, and then you can take over the world, with the magic of friendship!' Little Eris let out a childish maniacal laugh, why I still find her so cute when she acts evil? Maybe even back then I knew deep down she wasn't being serious.

'Eris, finding more like me sounds good. But I don't want to take over the world with ponies. Not only is the idea ridiculous, it would also never work. Humanity would use nuclear weapons before letting another species dominate Earth.'

And... I was talking with a figment of my imagination, as a pony, not one of my best moments.

"Maybe, just maybe I am not really a pony, just insane. Yes, that would be good, nice paddled walls, a straitjacket, three meals a day, all the drugs I could ever want."

'No, that won't work, they won't even let me use a pen because I could hurt myself, and if I was not allowed to write my stories I would go even more crazy.'

So, it was being insane or a pony, pony won for the moment.

'Okay, enough about being depressed.' I thought, if a silly pony like G1 Applejack could save the crystal ponies on her own, then I would be fine since I was 40% more awesome!

I then felt like kicking myself, I was insulting MY Applejack? Sure, she preferred apples but...

"Wait, wait, a minute there!" I said out loud, then covered in mouth, I didn't want to wake the nice woman, did I?

'A person doesn't break out of depression just like that! It's not possible!'

'Silly filly, you are not a person, you are a Pegasus!' Little Eris gave me thumbs up with her lion paw.

'Ah right, that makes everything make so much more sense, thank you Eris.' Well, at least my sarcasm was still intact.






~~*Moondancer the Dream Weaver*~~


My first thought as I woke up, 'I'm hungry'. Not profound, true, but it's honest, and I like honesty more than I like being profound. My second thought was, 'please don't let me still be a pony'. One quick glance down at my body shattered that hope to a million pieces.

Regardless I breathed a sigh and got up with a yawn. I took a moment to look around the barn and then shook off my cloak. Bundling it up I shoved it into the pack on my belt and trotted to the door. 'I need some food,' I decided. With a click of my tongue I considered my options.

Option one; I could graze on the nearby grass... I honestly don't like that idea. Ponies could do it true, but I have a feeling I won’t like the taste much.

Option two; I can go looking for some wild berries or something. That… was probably not a good idea. They could be poisonous as I’m not a survival expert or know the exact flora or fauna a pony was able to safely eat. Although honestly I’d probably have to look into what all I can or cannot eat at some point. I feel a bit lazy so I’ll put it off for the time being.

Option three; I could try to steal some food. Right now that really seems like the best option I've got. Not only do I know that someone up the street has horses, but it’d get me out of the barn and moving. Once I get moving maybe I’ll be more motivated to actually do something aside from lay around all day and mope. Then again it would mean stealing from my neighbors…

Stealing is wrong you know.

'Not when you're hungry.'

Since when?

'Since just now.'

So it's fine when you're hungry.

'Not just me, if someone is hungry and steal I say let 'em keep it.'

I think your morality is starting to go.

'Nope, just my sanity.'

What sanity?

'Exactly!' With my conversation with myself complete I remove my messenger bag and hide it in the barn. 'Not letting it get in my way,' I state with a nod of my head. While it allows me to carry my tablet and a few other things, I won't need them or my tablet where I'm going.

We might need the flask, especially if you try to get some water though.

'Oh right, thanks.'

No problem.

Ignoring how my brain was briefly helpful I opened my messenger bag and pulled my flask out. It was empty; I actually don't drink alcohol and simply got it for other reasons. All right so I’m kind of a packrat, you’ve probably figured that out by this point so I won’t bother trying to hide it. Anyways I’ve never used the flask before, but now it'll serve a useful purpose. So with my flask in my mouth I put it into the large pack at the back of my waist.

'That seems to be my most useful pouch,' I note to myself. Which was honestly true since it seemed to have enough space for anything I might need. My rope and cloak especially. Though speaking of which I wouldn’t need them with me on my short trip and they would just take up space. That in mind I pulled the rope out of my bag, rolled up my cloak, and tied the rope around it. I quickly hid them along with my messenger bag.

Now that they were all hidden, I trotted out of the barn and winced as the bright sunlight hit my eyes. 'I hate the sun,' I decided with a scowl. Though to be honest that probably wasn't fair to Celestia... if she really existed that is... aw screw it, Luna is best princess! 'After Twilight, because Twilight is awesome,' I mentally amended with a smirk. The lavender pony was my favorite of them all, mostly cause she reminded me of myself a long time ago.

However that is a story for another day.

Snickering at my somewhat immature thoughts I made certain no one was out and about. While I don't live in the city, my older cousin lives next door would often be doing yard work if he were home. Thankfully it looked like he wasn't home today. 'That's good, I don't think I could stand being spotted by him… or anyone else for that matter,' I admit to myself. With that thought in mind I let out a breath and set out to find something to eat.

There are some people up the street who own some horses.

'I know, that's where I'm going.'

Just making sure.

'Paranoid much?'

Someone has to be.

'Point to you.' My destination now set I take a breath and mosey on my way. I stick to the fields behind the houses on my road as it lessens the chance of being spotted. It also gives me a reason to just stop and look around my street. I live in the country, but from my new perspective it all seems so much more. The hills and mountains are no closer, yet somehow seem grander, the sound of the creek is no louder, but it feels more calming, the sky is no different, yet somehow seems so much clearer and bluer…

It all just seems so much better now than it ever did before.

'You know, I've never really just stopped to look at things before,' I admit to myself.

We did when we were kids, but we were too busy to appreciate it as we got older.

‘So it’s always looked like this?’

Pretty much, we live in a nice part of the country after all. We barely have any crime, the forest is in walking distance, and the mountains look gorgeous in fall.

‘Yeah…’

Ignoring my brain's comment I carry on. Soon I'm able to see some horses grazing in a fenced off field. One of them is brown with a white diamond on it's nose and a black mane, the other is a sort of spotted white / tan color with a blond mane. I honestly can’t tell if they are stallions or mares, but given my current state I don’t plan on checking either. 'Huh, that’s weird. They don't look any different,' I note with a frown.

What did you expect?

'I don't know, considering I've been turned into a pony I guess I was expecting something a little more impressive.'

I can see that.

I slowly approached the home and crouched low. My eyes scanned the area and I soon spotted the horses’ owner. It was a man I’d seen riding them up and down the street on occasion. He didn’t do so very often, but I always noticed when they came down the street. ‘Mostly because the dogs tend to bark when they come down the road,’ I admit to myself.

Of course they do, they’re dogs.

‘I still think they shouldn’t bark at everyone who walks down the street,’ I retort.

Just drop it; they can’t help their instincts.

‘Whatever.’

That minor argument done I slowly approach the home while keeping my eyes on the rider. He merely pats the horses, says something I can’t here and walks into a shed. He shifts around for a time and then comes out with feedbags. ‘Probably filled with oats,’ I internally deduce. Which was good since I liked oatmeal, and while not the same as raw oats it’d hopefully be better than grazing on grass.

That in mind I watched the man as he briefly patted one of the horses. I can’t tell if they’re mares or stallions, and I don’t want to check. ‘That would just be creepy,’ I note with a shiver. Shaking such thoughts from my head I continue to watch the rider as he heads back inside his house. Once I’m sure he’s gone I slowly sneak towards the place. Making sure not to alert the horses to my presence I approach the shed.

The shed is fairly small, clearly it was only supposed to hold tools and the like. I’m lucky that this time it’s just a simple push door and so nudge it open with my head. As I entered I noted a garbage can to the side and steered clear of it. I honestly don’t want to know what the rider typically throws in there. Aside from that I was mostly correct about the shed only having tools and the like, with a few additions here and there for the horses.

Among the things I find for the horses are two burlap bags. I slip inside the shed and open the bags to see that they are both filled with oats. Since I’m still hungry I decide to do a taste test and nudge my head into one and eat a mouthful of oats. ‘Strangely not bad,’ I note to myself.

Of course not, you’re a pony now, you have pony taste buds.

‘But I’m a magical talking pony, who knows what we eat,’ I remind flatly.

Point.

With my brain put back into it’s place, and my small snack devoured I pull my head out and look at the burlap sacks. One is almost empty and so I quickly grab it up in my mouth. Ignoring the taste I glance outside and internally curse as the rider comes out of his house. I simply hang back as he proceeds to look at the horses’ hooves and clean them with a knife from his pocket.

Well I’d say it’d be difficult for us to do that ourselves. At least without hands or a way to hold the knife steady.

‘I doubt my hooves are in desperate need of being cleaned right now,’ I remind.

True for now, but at some point we’ll need to address that situation.

‘If that time comes I’ll try to learn how to make shit levitate or something.’

I somehow doubt that’d be as easy as you’re implying.

‘Galaxy could do it in the gen-one show and every pony in gen-four does it,’ I reply.

Ah yes, but I’d say the gen-four ponies have learned how since early childhood.

‘Point.’

Not only that but they at least have a connection to their magic. We, on the other hand, have never had any such connection to magic before. We are, or rather we were, a human, a distinctly non-magical race I might add, that has somehow been transplanted into the body of a magical talking pony. We also have no idea how to even channel magic, which I’d assume is a necessary part of levitation. Furthermore we’re not the sharpest tool in the shed…

‘Hey!’

Oh shut up you know it’s true! Higher base IQ than others or not, we’re often missing simple things because we’re easily distracted. As such it will take a significant effort for us to learn how to levitate anything. Well… that or a teacher, but I doubt a teacher will be available to us anytime soon. Oh and by the by, while we’ve been having this lovely little conversation you’ve forgotten about that human… I believe he’s heading right for this shed now.

I blinked and quickly glanced outside to see my brain was right. ‘Oh pony feathers,’ I thought with wide eyes.

You can curse later, find a hiding spot now!

For once I needed no further coaxing from my smart-alick brain. Instead I looked all around before finding the trashcan and grimacing. Acting quickly I slipped inside and closed the lid over myself. ‘I am so lucky he emptied this thing recently,’ I decided with a grimace. The smell was bad enough; I don’t want to know what kind of foulness is usually in this thing. Unfortunately I found out as something was dropped on my head not a few second after.

‘Oh dear sweet Luna this is sooooo gross!’ I cried internally.

Get over it! Listen for when that guy leaves!

‘Fine,’ I muttered with a pout.

Ignoring the feeling of disgust that my body was covered in some form of slimy foulness I listened for the rider. I head confused muttering, then the sound of footsteps as he left. As the steps softened I peered out of the trashcan and watched him enter his house once more.

Don’t just sit there you idiot move!

‘Fine!’ I grumble and climb out of the trashcan. ‘Note to self, find a place to take a bath,’ I decide with a firm nod. Quickly slipping out of the shed I stealthily made my way out of the rider’s yard. Once I was far enough away I shuddered and then shook my entire body. A wave of foulness was sent from my person and covering anything around me. I wasn’t perfectly clean yet, but it was certainly a step up from being covered in muck.

‘Water, I need a hose or something,’ I decide. I’m not hopping into my stepfather’s pool, that’s just asking for trouble, as I don’t know how to swim as a pony. That in mind I start looking around the houses for a hose I can use. ‘It needs to be a fair distance from their homes, and,’ I start before blinking as a drop of water hits my nose. I blink and then feel my face go into a flat expression as a downpour starts seconds later.

‘Yeah, that’s just my luck,’ I grumble to myself. Though I have to admit it is certainly refreshing, I wasn’t exactly happy to be soaked. ‘I better get back to the barn, these oats probably won’t be too good if they’re soaked,’ I decide. That in mind I gallop back to my hiding place. I stumble and fall a time or two. However soon I’m able to competently move down the street without worry of tripping on my own hooves.

Once I finally reached the barn I quickly went inside and stashed the oats away. That done and took my flask from my back pouch and frowned down at the screw on cap. ‘Now how do I manage to get you open without fingers,’ I wonder to myself.

You could use your mouth.

‘How would that work?’

Don’t you remember that Brad used to have a horse that could undo bolt locks with its mouth.

‘Wait… oh right, he mentioned it undid its stall door and that of the other horses once,’ I recall.

Yeah so use your mouth to open the stupid cap before the rain stops!

‘Fine!’ I declare and hold the flask up. Frowning as I wrap my lips around the lid I twitch and try to turn it around. It’s not screwed on too tightly, thankfully, but it’s still difficult to get loose. ‘Learning to levitate is a priority,’ I decide as I continue to fuss with it.

When wasn’t it?

‘Shut up!’

Ignoring my brain I finally manage to unscrew the cap of the flask. With it now open I quickly use it to catch some of the rain. It wasn’t much but I was only slightly thirsty at the moment. With that in mind I went about the task of screwing the top of the flask shut. Once it was I put it off to the side and let out a huff. I also couldn’t help but notice I was annoyingly wet and so shook the water off of my body…

‘I can’t believe how much I’m acting like a dog,’ I note sourly.

Dogs aren’t so bad you know.

‘I know but it feels degrading,’ I respond.

Only if you choose to look at it so negatively.

Ignoring my brain, again and I seem to be doing so quite often now, I trot over to my rolled up cloak and lay my head on it. I don’t feel particularly hungry right now, and I certainly don’t feel like trotting around in the rain. Tartarus I don’t even feel like messing with my Tablet! ‘Oh great, more pony lingo,’ I note with a groan. ‘Why the buck did I have to turn into a pony of all things? I mean aren’t there other humans or bronies who would actually want this to happen?’ I note with a sigh.

We don’t always get to choose our lot in life, merely what we do with the lot we’re given.

‘Did you get that out of a fortune cookie?’

No, we can be pretty wise when we want to be.

‘Not to mention cryptic.’

We should really be more productive than this you know.

‘Meh, I’m not doing anything.’

You are so immature sometimes.

‘No point to growing up if you can’t be childish sometimes.’

You got that from Doctor Who, yet it’s oddly wise.

‘Hey, the Doctor is wise and I don’t care what anyone says, and the fourth was awesome.’

Yet our first was the Tenth.

‘Whatever,’ I internally grumble.

Someone is in a foul mood.

‘Considering my day thus far I’m not surprised.’

True, but you could at least try and look at the positives.

‘You go ahead and do that, I feel like sleeping.’

That seems strange, we’ve been asleep all night and yet you’re still tired…

‘Yeah so what?’

Moondancer was a pony known for being lazy…

‘Are you even listening to me?’

But what if she wasn’t being lazy. Perhaps Moondancer was simply a nocturnal pony rather than diurnal. If that’s the case then the reason you’re still sleepy is because your not supposed to be awake right now.

‘Oi, of course you’re not listening to me. Luna forbid someone actually listen to me for once in my life.’

If that’s the case then we should try and get our sleep schedule back on track. If for no other reason then so we don’t have to worry so much. We might also want to look for a new place to stay during the day. While this shed is somewhat abandoned I highly doubt no one uses it. I’d hate to wake up and be in a circus or something, or worse, on a dissection table.

‘Fine I’ll look for someplace new to stay, just let me get some sleep here!’ I plead with my inner voice.

Err, yes, of course.

‘Thank you.’ With that out of the way I yawned and allowed myself to fall to sleep once more. Hopefully things would be better at night, because nothing worked out for me in the day.