So after class, I had a short amount of time to take a nap in my dorm. This turned out to be a bad idea. An extremely bad idea.
As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was whisked away to a place I had often dreamed about. The Golden Guardian's palace. A massive soaring number, with the roof open to the beautiful night sky. Portals to other worlds lined the walls, and Stealle Speeder, my OC, just walked out of one of them. She opened her wings wide, and a chair appeared behind me to sit in. She raised an eyebrow at me, and looked at the chair, obviously meaning for me to sit down.
"How did you do that? You don't have unicorn magic." I asked her.
She smiled, and she opened her mouth to say,"This is the dream world. Anything can happen here. Did you not learn this while you were young?"
"I'm not good with rhetorical questions! Now, can you tell me why my friends are acting all weird?!"
"As you wish,"She said, "Well, all I can tell you for now is that you will slowly be transforming into me. Even as you sleep, you are developing pony ears."
"WHAT!"
"Oh, you'll still be able to hear fine, if not better. Your friends are also developing features similar to their Original Characters, and soon you and them will look exactly like us. I will try to visit whenever you sleep, but when you become fully me, I will cease to exist. That's just how it works," she added, seeing my jaw drop open in horror.
"Um-okay-uh-what?"
"Do not worry. You will find out what- and why-this is happening soon. Look out for your friends. Especially Michael." She smiled sadly.
"Brooks? But why?"
"His 'big man' act is just that- an act. He will try to act confident, but this is shaking him to the core, secretly."
One of the portals began to shake in it's spot on the wall. Stealle Speeder looked at it, then turned back to me. "I must go. I have already spent too much time here. Remember: take care of your friends." And with that, she leaped back through the portal.
"Hey! Wait! I still have more questions!" I yelled after her as the room disappeared in a wave of white.
I snapped my head off the pillow, and tumbled out of bed to get to the mirror. I managed to untangle myself from the blankets, and rushed to the bathroom. When I got in there, I stared at my refection's ears- my ears.
They were on top of my head, perched right on top of my blue-and-yellow hair. The light silver color merged perfectly with my hair, creating a amazing combination. I sighed, and headed into my room to grab my favorite grey hat. Even if someone noticed the ears, they would think they were a part of the hat. Unfortunately, my roommate, Rebecca, (who had fangs at the moment) was standing in the middle of the kitchen. She glanced at me, then up to my ears, freezing as she beheld the non-human anomaly.
I sighed again, (maybe for the 20th time that day), and said, "Okay... scream, shout, call the police... I really don't care anymore."
Meeting my eyes, She managed to choke out, "It-It's happening to me, too... these fangs are real."
I glanced at the fangs situated in the her mouth, and asked, "Anything else?"
She nodded numbly, and turned around to reveal a fuzzy orange werewolf tail sticking out of the back of her pencil skirt.
I clapped my hand to my forehead, and went looking for my hat. Becca followed me, asking more questions.
"Who else has this happened to?"
"Is it just bronies and pegasisters?"
"Why is this happening?"
Finally, I turned around with my hat, and answered, "I don't... really know. But we're going to find out. TO THE COMPUTER!"
As I opened Google, I typed in , 'people developing pony parts' What I found was a landfill. Turns out, Becca was right. This was only happening to bronies and pegasisters. Some two idiots had made this happen, when a science project had been hooked up to a computer downloading a MLP:FIM episode. They were holding a convention in Chicago for all the people who had been affected. Also, did I mention I live in SALT LAKE CITY in UTAH? Yeah? Okay. Just wanted to clarify that that is in Illinois, while we are about, hmm, roughly 1,399 MILES from there. It took 20 hours to get there in a car! And everybody knows that I have barely enough money to fly myself there, not whatever friends I happened to pick up. A plane, while a really short time, cost $175 or more!
I turned to Becca and said, "You're helping pay for gas."
Her only response was a "AWWWWWWWW YEEEEAAAAAAHH"
(she's a hardcore partier)
"... so yeah, Becca was right, and now we're going to Chicago. Any questions?" I finished recounting the events from when I fell asleep to the find on a website to all of my friends.
London, Douglas, and Brooks stared in shocked silence, while Becca was nodding, looking very smug with herself.
Douglas took a deep breath, and rolled up his sleeves, showing blue fur. Meanwhile, Brooks took off his had to reveal ears that looked slightly...like...Tirek's.... Dang it, Brooks.
"So... let me guess... London, your OC is a...what exactly?"
"A unicorn. I just don't know why I don't have my horn yet. I want." She said, letting her bottom lip hang.
"Okay... Becca, your OC is a werewolf-pony-thing?"She nodded, confirming. "Douglas, your OC is a earth pony?"
"Right on topic." He grinned.
"Nice. And Brooks, your OC is a centaur, isn't it?"
"Yes. I liked the way Tirek was designed in Twilight's Kingdom, so I designed my OC after him." He said, while smirking.
I frowned, but was cut short by a uncomfortable feeling right between my shoulder blades. London clapped her hand to her mouth, and squealed.
"Toni! Take off your jacket!"She eagerly quipped.
"Okay..." I obediently took off my jacket. I was only wearing a tank top underneath, so I felt an immediate relief in my back. London squealed, and started bouncing around.
I frowned. Everypony was staring at the space behind me.
Since when have you said everypony?
And I'd like to declare myself ready for a mental hospital now.
Like that would happen. You only just started talking to yourself.
Shut up brain.
They're staring at your wings. Great big silver things, they are.
Stop speaking shakespearian.
Either way, I grabbed at the space behind me, and came up with something muscular, and covered with feathers. I released the... thing, and pulled out a compact out of my purse. I held it up to my shoulder, and, sure enough, there was a silver wing. I tried to move it, and it extended to full length. I moved them again, and they snapped to place. They would be too small to use until I got smaller.
I tried to smile, but it came out more of a grimace. "Alright, gang, in the car! We're going to Chicago, and all of you are helping me pay for gas!"
"Awww, Toniiiii......"