What the frick?!

by Cool writer


Tying up loose ends

Apparently I fainted when...she came in because, I just woke up in my bed again. Being knocked out has its numberous down sides, like not remembering what happened just recently. Cause I can't really. But I Do know the general idea of what's been going on the last two days.

I sit up, lifting a hand to my head, which I'm thankful it's still a hand.

I pry my eyes open, rubbing my aching head for a minute, before letting my hand flop down Into my lap.

I examine my body which is the same way as it was before. From my furred over breasts, down to my hooves. I run a hand through my mane, which I'm strangely beginning to like. Is that wrong? To like that I'm a freak? Cause I kind of do. It fascinates me how I thought it was impossible to alter the human body in such a way. But here I am, half equine. But then again, it all feels just wrong. This isn't me. I'm a human. Not some anthromorphic pony. Then why do I like it all of a sudden. I mean seriously I was wagging my tail earlier because I wanted to.

I let out a long yawn, while stretching out my body and wings. I guess that's what I like most is my wings. I bring one out in front of me, seeing all the yellow feathers and such. And seeing how these apandages are a part of me. Curiously, I grab one of the feathers, and pull it from its place. Turns out it was a bad Idea, because it hurt. I grit my teeth, trying to hold back the pain. Afterwards, I retract my wings, leaving me to gaze upon this yellow feather. I can't help but smile because I've always wanted to know what it's like to have wings, and now I have a pair to call my own.

I turn my body so my legs are dangling off the edge, and I lean back against the wall. I move my tail into my lap, where I begin to stroke it with my hands. I like how it's styled to match my mane, in a spiked, blue and green pattern. I also have begun to gain a liking in my tail as well. Along with everything else. Might as well get used to it because I may he stuck like this forever. To be an anthromorphic pony for the rest of my life? I can't help but smile. I wouldn't mind that at all.

So, if they somehow find someway to fix this and change me back into a human, I'm gonna tell them no. Plus I really wanna learn how to fly. What person hasn't wished to fly at some point in their lives? But then again...humans aren't arodynamically able to fly, and I'm still the general shape of a human. just thrown in pony features. Like wings of course. And a tail. And fur. Along with hooves and the head of a pony. That would suck to know I have wings but can't fly. To fly has been a dream of mine since I first understood what flying was! to feel the air rushing through my mane and my fur. As of now, I can still only dream.

My thoughts of soaring the air are interrupted, when my ears swivel I to the direction of an opening door. I turn my gaze from myself, to my cell door, which is open, and standing there is a mint green unicorn mare, with golden eyes. She doesn't look at me, but at the floor instead, as she enters.

"H-hey Emma. I-I see you're awake." she mutters, just above a whisper.

"Yeah I'm awake." I turn my gaze back to my hands, stroking my tail.

"I just came by to check on you because you...fainted." She pauses for a brief moment to allow a small sniffle. "Just...I'm so sorry I put you through this, Emma. I didn't mean for this to happen like this."

"What do you mean?" I stop stroking, and move my tail back to my side. I look back at the unicorn before me, and I can just barely see a teardrop fall to the floor.

"It's me...Lyra...remember? I'm the one who did this to you."

Suddenly, I remember first waking up here, a man in a suit telling me about a unicorn who had this potion, and...ugh it's complicated, and I just woke up.

"Lyra." I speak softly, moving across my bed, closer to the door. "It's fine. Just find a way to get me home and were even okay?" I reach a hand out, and lift her muzzle. I see the tears in her eyes, and the sorrow she must feel.

"But, what about changing back into a human?"

"I just wanna get home, and see what happens from there." I raise my hand to pet her cheek with my thumb. "Okay?"

"But...I was able to calculate that you won't change back. Or to a full pony again. You're stuck like this."

When she said these words, I was stricken with so much glee and doubt at the same time. Glee that I'm getting what I want, but how will it really affect my life? Will I still be able to continue school, and go on to college? But then I decide that's for me to find out.

"To be honest Lyra, I was kind of hoping for that."

"What?! Why, Emma?!"

"I really want to know what it's like to fly, and I kinda like this body. Scratch that. I really like it." I look down upon my pony/human hybrid body. I have been having a problem with being cold and having fur helps keep me warm, plus I have wings! And I can see, hear, and smell better. And with ponies being a breed of horse, they are strong, so I would assume I've gotten stronger as well. There are so many positives to this. I get so excited I didn't even notice my wagging tail, which I took over to wag myself. Its fun. Ever try having a tail? You should. You'll like it.

"I don't understand, Emma."

"Does this sum it up for you? I. Like. Being. A. Pony." After I say this, she smiles up at me. I use my hand to wipe the tears from her eyes. "I still wanna be your best friend, Lyra. You've givin me such a great gift and I can't possibly thank you enough for it. So c'mere." Testing my new "pony strength", I attempt to lift Lyra from the floor and onto the bed, next to me. Turns out I am stonger! It was barely an effort to lift her!

"I don't know what to say, Emma. I mean, I thought you would be mad at me, and not like me anymore." She looks away, a sad expression re-planting itself on her face.

"Me hate you?! Why, I could never hate you! Youre the best friend I've ever had!" I scoops the small three foot tall pony Into my lap, and I pull her into a tight hug, wrapping my wings around her as well.

"Awe, thanks!" She giggles a little and nuzzles my cheek, and returns the hug. " You're also the best friend I've ever had."

"I know." I coo, nuzzling her back.

"So what now?" she asks, removing herself from me.

"I dunno. I'm really hungry though. This pony hasn't eaten in quite a while." I lift my shirt, and rub my belly. It responds with a low growl, confirming it needs food.

"Okay, wanna go grab a bite, then, best friend?" She trots over to the door, point out into the hallway with a fore hoof.

"Of course!" I stand to my hooves, listening to the clip-clop sounds of them as I follow her down the corridor.

"PIGGYBACK RIDE!!" Lyra shouts, jumping onto my back. She wraps her forelegs around my neck, and her hind legs around my waist. I grunt from the sudden blow, but manage to stay standing. I have to hold her up from her flanks which feels really weird so she doesn't fall.

"Yeah, sure, just be careful of my wings, they're precious to me." I giggle a little, carrying the little unicorn down the hall.

"Typical Pegasus." I hear her mutter.

"What does that mean?"

"Well it's just that a Pegasais most treasured belonging is their wings, and what you said totally goes along with that."

"Just like your horn is precious to you?"

"Yes actually. Now make a left here!" she points down a hall to the left with a hoof.

"Alrighty then!" I follow Lyras directions, hoping she's right.

"So you actually like being a pony? well, an anthromorphic pony actually."

"What's there to not like about it? it's totally awesome!" I squeal, my voice cracking when I say awesome.

"Okay then, Rainbow Dash!" she cheers.

"Who is she?"

"Just somepony you reminded me of is all."

"Oh. is that a good or bad thing?"

"Good thing I guess. Givin she's the fastest Pegasus in Eauestria! The first ever to prove the sonic rainboom a reality!" She throws her hooves up in the air, causing her to almost slip off.

"Sonic rainboom eh? is that just a rainbow colored sonic boom?"

"Yeah exactly. How did you know?"

"It was quiet obvious. and hey, can I put you down my arms are getting sore."

"Oh alright." she floats her self to the ground using her magic.

"Ah, much better!" I give a relaxed sigh, stretching my arms out in front of me. When I notice something off. Holding her caused my fur to become a mess. Looks like a bunch of swirls instead of smooth and straight. I let out a small groan as I begin to streighten out my fur to not look like such a messy mess.

"What's wrong, Emma?"

"Nothing, my fur just got a little messy from carrying you so I fixed it, see?" I show her my arms, how my yellow fur is once again straight, and smooth.

"Oh, okay." She smiles a little. "Oh! The cafeteria is just up there!" She begins to trot off ahead of me.

"Wait, are you sure I'm allowed?"

"Yeah as long as you have a supervisor, which is mwah!" She holds a hoof up to her chest.

"heh heh, anything you say Lyra." She giggles, then trots off again.

I'm suddenly stopped by a random mirror covering an entire portion of the wall. from floor to ceiling, and about four feet wide. I shrug at the unusual sight, and rather instead decide to get a good look at myself. I notice I don't look quite animated like Lyra does. But that's Not what I really care about. I break out into a large grin, I look so weird!

"hey are you coming or what?!" I hear Lyra call out to me.

"Yeah, just enjoying the view!" I wink at myself in the mirror before heading over to my friend.

"Haha, I didn't know you liked it that much!"

"Are you kidding, I'm hot!" I squeal to myself until I see the kitchen staff, staring at me. "Like what you see, boys?" I smile at them, running my hands down my hips. They immediately turn away, pretending to do something productive. Men.

"I think they like you, Emma."

"I'm sure they've all got boners in their pants."

"Haha, I bet! Come on, I got our food already!" She trots off to one of the many tables which look like the ones you see in school. Those fold-up, fake wooden tables.

I follow her, noticing two trays next to eachother, each with identical salads, and a glass of water, and forks on each tray. she sits down, and taps the spot next to her for me to sit. I reluctantly do as ordered.

"So what's in these?" I ask, prodding the greens with my fork.

"Just lettuce, spinach, beets, shredded cheese, tomatoes, and croutons." She smiles, as her horn glows yellow, as so does her fork. She stuffs her mouth full with the stuff, causing me to laugh a little.

"Sounds good." I take my fork and dig in.

"Although I miss my friend Bon Bon back in Ponyville, she's just not as much fun as you." Lyra says softly. She sighs a little and leans on my arm. "It's gonna suck when I have to go back. I'm gonna miss you so much!" She wraps her forelegs around me, and buries her head in my chest and begins to cry.

"Awe, Lyra don't cry, you're gonna make me cry too." I hold onto her, and I begin to softly pet her mane. "I'm gonna miss you too if you have to go back."

"No pony has ever been so kind as you, Emma. Just please don't let my mistake get in the way." She continues to sob into my shirt.

"It's wasn't a mistake if it lead to something good Lyra. it's the best thing next to having you as my friend to ever happen to me." I hug her tight, trying to comfort her.

"Okay. But we'll always be best friends right?"

"Nothing will ever change that, Lyra. You'll always be my friend."

"Thank you." She sniffles, as she pulls away. "I'm sorry I just broke down like that. I just have come to like you so much that I don't wanna lose you."

"You'll always have me okay?" I cup her chin in my hand. "You're too good for me to want to lose as well. So..." I reach back, and pluck another feather from my wing. "You can have this to remember me by." I hold the feather out to her in my hand. She looks up to me with a smile and tears in her eyes.

"Thank you." She takes the feather in her magic, and places it in her mane so it sticks out next to her right ear. She hugs my tightly again. I take in her warm embrace, resting my head on hers.

"You're very welcome."

"C-can I ask you something, Emma?"

"Anything."

"I was wondering if we could be like sisters. You know. I've always thought of you as a big sister. since you're older than me."

"Sure thing...sis" I hug her tighter in my arms.

"I love you big sister." She says quietly.

"Love you too." I bend my head down, and I kiss her on the forehead.

"Thanks." she nuzzles my chest, before letting go again.

"I've always wanted a little sister anyways." I smile, and give my new sister a ruffle of her mane.

"Oh, look at me, acting like such a filly, when I'm a grown mare." She sighs, looking down.

"It's fine I won't judge you, sis. I'm a grown mare too, but sometimes I can act like a filly as well. We all do it occasionally."

"You, know..." she takes a second to sniff once, and wipe her muzzle. " it's kind of funny to hear you suddenly be referring to yourself as a pony."

"Well, I am a pony, aren't I?"

"Yeah."

"So what am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know hahaha." She smiles yet again, youth restored. "But for now, let's just finish our breakfast."

"Sounds like a plan." I reach an arm around Lyra and pull her into me. "what's Equestria like anyway?"

"Oh, it's just beautiful! Although it would be better with you around."

"Is that so?" I ask, taking another bite from my salad.

"The skies are clear, everypony is happy, and everything is peaceful!"

"That sound really nice. A lot better than this shithole earth I call home."

"Oh it's not that bad."

"Oh, Lyra, only if you knew."