My Life as a Hybrid
By ChaosDoomscythe/Doomscythe01
Prologue: F**k my live(s).
Actual Prologue Title: Fuck my live(s). Fuck them up the ass sideways without lube… Wait, no! THOSE ARE MY LIVES WE’RE TALKING ABOUT! DON’T DO IT! NO! NOOOOO!!! AAAAAAAAAGH, FUCK!!!
Ugh…. Where do I even begin with this?
I guess I should probably start with where the hay I am right now.
In the middle of a cold, damp, ugly as all fuck cell in the Canterlot Royal Dungeons. Honestly, I don't see what's so royal about the place. Fact is, the most royal thing about this place is probably the hole in the ground I’m supposed to use to take a dump.
That shit hole (HA!) hasn’t been cleaned in years… if the dead pony skeleton lying nearby is any indication.
And have I mentioned how ungodly that thing smells?! Oh, I’m sorry,I keep using the incorrect terms for my current life. Let me correct myself.
And have I mentioned how horribly deadly that thing smells?! It's absolutely disgusting man. I mean, seriously, I cannot even begin to describe how horribly bad that thing smells over there. It smells that friggin' horrendous.
Seriously, the guards that dropped me in here were wearing some seriously powerful magically enchanted gas masks, and the moment they dumped me in here, they still turned tail and ran as though their lives depended on it! I swear, I saw one of their faces turn green, and after they closed the door to the cellblock, I could've sworn I heard someone puking their guts out. Guess those masks didn’t really do crap (hehe) for the smell that came from that demon hole. It could probably kill the residents of Tartarus.
Guess I know how Bones over there died. So glad I can turn off my sense of smell at will.
Yeah, I can do that. Can turn off my sense of taste too. I kinda don't need them when I can survive on emotions, you know. I mean, I can totally use them if I wanted too, but when all they fed you is essentially mush, you either eat that crud or you survive off the ambient positive emotions lingering in the air. Not that there's much down here, but, I make do. Can't say I'm not hungry though. I'm actually starving, but I wouldn't dare risk eating the horrible food they give me, nor risk killing myself from the horrible stench in the air. So glad to be part changeling.
Also hating the fact that I'm part changeling. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
So, basically, I’m sitting in this messed up, run down, stinky as all hell prison cell with a dead pony skeleton lying about 3 feet next to me.
Eeyup. This is totally Shitsville.
So, you’re probably wondering how in the hell I ended up in this situation, aren’t you? Well, I guess I should explain things from the beginning. It all started when a certain man fell in love with a certain woman. They got jiggie with it and about nine months later, I was born.
Yes, I said a man and a woman. Strange, isn't it?
You, know, maybe I should explain this a little better.
See, I used to be a human, which is why sometimes I still get mixed up with the custom sayings and phrases here. Like, instead of saying something like 'Dear, God! There’s an octopus screwing a bear in my tub!' I’d have to say, 'Dear, Luna! There’s an octopus screwing your sister in my tub!' Or, you know, some other such stuff like that. (Yeah, in case you haven’t noticed, I maybe-kinda-sorta absolutely despise old Sun Butt with most every ounce of my being. But there’s a reason for that, and I’ll get to it later. Probably.)
Anyway, like I said. I was as a human. (As for what I am now, I’ll get to that later. Unless you read the description beforehand, in which case, you already know.) I was, at the age of 21, a 6’2’’ black (or African American for you technical douchebags out there) young man with short curly black hair and a rather toned body. Not really toned, just to the point you could see my muscles. I didn’t need to be uber buff, just strong enough to protect what I needed to protect, while also being fast enough to dodge shit when necessary.
By the way, learning to dodge was a bitch. I mean, the number of times I got hit in the face with a wrench was utter bullshit. I swear my brother was enjoying screaming 'DOOOOOOOOOOOODGE!' at me way too much.
Moving on.
So, I was born to a regular, middle class family. Born and raised by my mom with my big brother always there looking out for me, with me, in return, annoying the ever-living shit out of him. Good times……… Aaaaaand I’m sad now. I miss those times. I graduated from high school with mediocre grades, just good enough to get me into college. It’s not that I wasn't smart, quite the contrary in fact. I was actually, incredibly smart. I was just always too lazy to apply myself. The only things I actually excelled at was P.E. (Cause, I mean, come on. Who the fuck fails in gym class?) and wood shop/construction class (cause I liked to cut stuff up and build things with the remains. ...What?). My grades had been just good enough to get me into college, but I didn’t really get too far there, cause I decided to be lazy. As I quickly discovered, they take things a lot more seriously.
So, I flunked out, and got a cruddy job at a cruddy fast food restaurant (Seriously, how the hell does a pizza joint run out of pizzas? Seriously? Someone tell me how. I wanna know). I was also a big sports fan, and I spent a lot of my time exercising by walking long distances or riding on my bike. I had finally managed to save up enough money to go to a baseball game, one I had been meaning to see for such a long time, I was saving for months to be able to go. I was so excited to be able to go see my favorite team play.
And then my happy mood got crushed when, lo and behold, the fucktards at my job screwed up my schedule.
So, after a day of bad moods, stupid customers, and screaming my head off at the incompetent jackasses that were my managers, I managed to rush out of there on my bike heading for the stadium. I could still make it, the game would almost be over, but I could still make it for the last few runs. At least, that's what I had hoped. I had been so focused on getting there, though I didn’t see the train coming full tilt at me till it blew its loud horn. By then, it was basically too late. I had just enough time to jump forward off my bike, but I didn’t make it entirely out of the way. The train crashed into my lower body.
Now, you’d think, I’d go tumbling off of the train, few broken bones, and lots of pain, right? Could totally survive that! Might be crippled for life, but at least I’d still be alive and all that. Could’ve totally been grateful for all those dodging lessons I got from my big bro.
No. No, that’s not what happened. I wish it was, but it wasn’t.
No, instead, Fate, or Destiny, or, maybe even my favorite role model, Death itself (yes, I’m freakishly weird like that) decided to be a jackass and fuck up my life by having the train crash into my bike (may it forever rest in pieces), which twisted the handle bars juuuuuuust enough for them to catch on my foot. So, when the bike got run over and mangled to its metaphorical death, guess who got dragged down with it.
That’s right, it was Bones!
No, but really, unfortunately, it was me. I got dragged down, my lower body got slammed into the train, before it was pulled under it by the bike, and then I got run over. The lower half of my body had been completely severed from the upper half. T’was a bloody mess, it was! The upper half of my body luckily rolled away from the carnage and wreckage, but ended up in a very bloody heap a few feet away from the tracks.
Now, you’d think having your body torn in half would be instant death, right?
Well, in my case, it was FUCKING WRONG! THAT SHIT HURT LIKE A MOTHER!
I mean, seriously, it was as if my whole world erupted in pain, as if my entire body had become molten lava, and it hurt! It just hurt so much! Why wasn’t I dead!? I should’ve been dead from this! WHY IN TARTARUS WAS I STILL ALIVE!?
As I had been groaning on the ground and coughing up blood in my pain induced delirium, I hadn’t noticed the conductor of the train stop it to come check up on me, as well as the many passengers that were on it. They had all gathered around to take pictures, call the ambulance and medics and anyone else of importance who was supposed to be there. I never realized this, I was too busy, you know, dying. I was also too busy lamenting certain things.
You know, mostly stuff like why I was still alive and in so much freakin' pain. Stuff like that.
So, it turns out, I really didn’t work all that far from my house. In fact, it had been a block away from the accident, so my mom and bro heard the major commotion when it happened, and like everyone else, they came to check up on what happened.
It… It hadn’t been a pretty site.
My mom was nearly hysterical when she saw me. Lower half of my body gone, what’s left of my entrails slowly falling out of me, coughing up blood. She was crying loudly, she shoved the paramedics out of the way and crouched above me, holding my head and trying to get me to focus on her. My brother joined her, tears silently falling down his face as he looked down upon my sad form. This went on for several minutes, before she felt my body start going cold in her hands, even as the paramedics were working as best they could to do anything to save me.
As I felt my body finally becoming numb, the pain began to fade. I could focus, if only a little. The amount of blood lost had seriously affected me, but I was of mind enough to say one last thing. Coughing, and nearly chocking on the blood coming out of my mouth, I weakly turned my head towards my mom, looked her in the eyes, and struggled to get out what I knew would be my last words.
“*cough cough, HACK, gaaasp* Mom….*gasp* …..I ….. *cough*……Love….*gasp*….”
THWACK!
The last word had been cut off by the sound of a heavy object striking against something, followed by an entire stadium’s worth of cheering. It seems as though Fate, or Destiny, or maybe even Death (who had probably been trying to figure out how the hell I wasn’t dead yet, just as I was) decided to be an even bigger jackass and put me out of my misery. As my eyes began rolling into the back of my head, I caught a glimpse of something. It was small white, round object that seemed to be getting bigger by the second. Pretty soon, I could make out what it was. So the last thing I thought as a human was…..
‘Yay…. they… got a home… run…’
Home run was fucking right. Whoever the batter was, I’m forever labeling him as the luckiest fucker in the goddamn world. Dude struck that thing out of the park on a direct path towards my face.
THWACK!
I shot up in my crib bringing my holed hooves to my forehead screaming out, “OWWWW, THA’ BOOKIN’ HAART”!!!!
I paused immediately after that happened after I heard that high-pitched squeaky voice. My brain was struggling to comprehend what the fuck I just heard.
Then I realized I had hooves. No, not hands. Hooves.
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WHAT?!
I pulled my hooves away from my face and looked at them, eyes wide.
I had hooves.
I. Had. Hooves.
I.
Had.
HOOVES!
I looked further down. Black body. Not normal, human skin tone black. I mean I was pitch black. Like....like a bugs shell kinda pitch black. i had another set of holy hooves where my feet used to be. In between my legs was a spiky silver grey tail. And I was short. Like really short. Oh, and did I mention I was wearing a diaper?
Why was I wearing a diaper? !
I felt something unusual flutter around on my back. I turned to look at them. Short, stubby wings that looked like a cross between a bat's wings and an insects wings. You know, with the membranes and all that?
For the life of me, I couldn't comprehend this.
WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO ME?!?!?!?!?!? Quick, Brain! Status Report! The fuck is gong on?!
Shit be whack, yo! I got nothin' on this. You're on you own!
Well, my mind had been fucked. Like heavily fucked. Like uber royally fucked! This was like… like… the Greatest Mind Rape Ever... of all time.
Seeing as how my mind couldn’t understand, or comprehend, why I suddenly had hooves, wings, was really short, was wearing a diaper, and was NO LONGER HUMAN when the last thing I remember was bleeding my guts out near the side of railroad tracks surrounded by hundreds of people, I figured it would probably be a good idea to try to focus on something else.
I looked around. It was then I immediately noticed something. There was pink all around me. on all the walls. Who needs this much friggin pink? I mean, seriously, least there's a little blue in here. Wait.... why are there a bunch of objects hanging from the ceiling that look like they belong in a child’s nursery? And what the hell was I lying in?
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Is this a crib?
And that’s when I heard the sound of at least twenty or so other babies screaming out in irritation because I interrupted their naptime. Stupid babies! Couldn’t they see I was in the middle of a mind-fuck crisis here?!
Wait….. those aren’t regular babies.....
Those are foals...... as in.... pony foals...... Ponies.......
…
What? “Wah?”
I looked around frantically. I was surrounded by babies. Crying, screaming, shitting themselves silly babies. I looked directly in front of me.
There was a wall with a glass panel.
On the other side of the glass was what looked like a silver-grey male dragon and a… strange looking female black pegasus that looked like it was part…changeling? There was also an orange unicorn wearing a white coat.
All three of them were looking at me with eyes wide and mouths parted in a classic ‘what-the fuck?’ face.
Suddenly, I burped, and a plume of black, red and green fire shot out of my mouth. It set my crib on fire, but despite the flames coming out 3 different colors, the fire only burned a dark green.
My own face adapted the classic ‘what the fuck?’ look.
And in a sudden moment of clarity, I realized where I was, and more importantly, what I was.
I was some kinda hybrid baby. I could breathe fire. I was lying in a (burning) crib. I was in a room surrounded on all sides by crying foals and pink walls.
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…No....
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…No, no, nooo....
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“Ssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.”
Fuck. My. Life.
MEN
HE'S HERE
OUR GLORIOUS LEADER
IT IS
MASTUR TROLE 2013!
Ruse master 10/10, would slam again.
Fat troll is fat.
...... No.
MOAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2750367 I honestly read that in Mr. Krabs' voice.
I want to see where this thing goes it's not bad
Hm... should I do a mock review? or should I just leave this alone?
2749923 HA! HAHA! That's funny. That's really funny. If only the main character was a troll. Sadly, he's not. Sorry to dissappoint if i have. He's just a snarky smartass whose kinda pissed at stuff.
2749952 .............What? Uh...Is that good? I understand not what you are saying! ENGLISH MAN! ENGLISH!
2750073 Yeah, well, he's not a troll.
2750297 No? Why?
2750367Do not worry my friend, FOR THERE SHALL BE MOAR!!!!!!
2750619
No-no-no. We're calling you a troll, not your character.
2750594 Thanks.It's still in the developement stages, but the first few chapters explain what his life as like when he got to equestria. let me know what you think guy.
2750609 Before you even start, I would appreciate it if you did an actual review to let me know what you think and how i could possibly change things to make them better. This isnt meant to be a trollfic, and i dont particualrly like the fact that people are eeing it in that manner.So if you're not gonna leave an actual review, just leave this one alone, please. thank you.
2750620 Ooooohhhhh. See, now. Okay. I can accept you calling me a troll... But why do i gotta be a fat troll? Can't i just be a regular troll?
This ruse is truly a master piece it's Shakespearian
11/10
My jimmies were rustled
2750645 Thank you for the praise. have a stache.
know what? have two.
2750639
Nu. You're a fat troll. If you were a regular troll I'd actually read your story. But with a short description like that... YOU GOTTA BE A FAT TROLL, THERE IS NO WAY I'LL TAKE THIS STORY SERIOUSLY WITH A DESCRIPTION LIKE THAT.
2750636
Ok, you have really bad grammar and you use cuss words way to much. You can use them slightly then saying FUCKING FUCK SHIT TITS MOTHERFUCKER SHITS TOWN BITCH! It makes no fucking sense. Description is meh and the hooves thing was just...no.
Mock reviews do help but are suppose to help in a manner which will make the reader get better. I wont do one but you're lucky.
P.S get a fucking editor!
2750648 ...........wow......really? i mean.....really? just because of the description?
huh.
meh. whatever.
dah fuck?
2750619
Ich war eindeutig mit Englisch in diesem Kommentar, wie Sie sehen können, Ihre autistische Geist und niedrige Intelligenz wirklich macht Sie als fail troll suchen. Sie würden am besten angerufen werden List Master des Jahres. Völlig wertvolle Zeit übersetzen diese. Nicht einmal die Übersetzer können alle die Worte.
2750654
YES. Just because of that hideous description. You see, in order to be successfull in storywriting, you gotta be able to do three things.
1) Attract your audience. (<= THIS IS WHERE YOUR DESCRIPTION WORKS ITS MAGIC)
2) Captivate your audience. (This is where you impress your audience with a superb quality of your story)
2) Keep your audience interested. (This is where you make sure that your story doesn't suck later on)
You, my friend, have failed at step 1.
2750649 Ok, thank you. I understand the bad grammer thing, and i'll try to fix that. The Prologue is supposed to have a ton of cuss words in it because this is what the main character is thinking. The level of cursing is going to seriously be toned down as the story continues, so you dont need to worry about that. it's really just for the prologue and maybe the first chapter. Seeing as how this is now the second comment i've gotten about the description, i guess i'll go ahead and change that. I'll probably go in a d edit the part about the hooves and make it so he's freaking out about about the fact that he's no longer a human. Or something.
And i'll get an editor.
2750679 ..............ok.
2750619 1. You out right said "Screw you" to your potential readers in the description.
2. Your character, from what I've read (And by that I mean the description) is.... Typical. Human, died, ends up in Equestria as overpowered self insert.
Just... no.
2750876 I like how you assume my character is overpowered. Also, i changed the description like.. half an hour ago.
I have chosen to help you step by step. If you get mad them boohoo, I am reviewing this to help!'
You don't you describe where you are instead of talking to us.
You lied to me, you were supposed to tell me but nooooo. You don't have to do this f$^$ you can use the word FUCK!
Your teaching us grammar when you can barely write it! I didn't know guards say the "quotation Royal Dungeon." Wait, how is a shit hole the most royal place in a dungeon, does everyone worship it. "ALL HAIL THE BEAUTIFUL SHIT HOLE IN THE VERY DUNGEON!"
No you haven't please explain to me how ungodly this smells. WAIT, DAFUQ DID I JUST READ!
So the guards puke and you don't. You must have magical powers!
Well, I know its name was Bones WHEN YOU FUCKING METIONED IT A PARAGRAPH AGO.
If I had a dollar for every time you cussed...
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I know what you said you don't have to correct it! You make a fool of yourself!
Please, tell us how this place smells horrible and how you got here by going into a magical portal!
Ok lets check what is wrong with this sentence.
1. Se
2. Random capitalization
3. No fucking duh you were a human considering your mommy and daddy fucked each other, making you!
...........................DAFUQ!
Why did you say it out loud? ....... No words for this.....
Your doing it wrong. Pinkie does it better. NO, NO ONE GIVES A FUCK YOU BROKE THE FOURTH WALL YOU IDIOT! Oh ya, one, two, three, four dollars from that.
I can't do anymore of this, it hurts reading it again. Work on everything please for the love of god, oops sorry in your case Luna! 2/10 it... I can't do this. It is bad, really bad.
2750893 Assume?! Of course I'm going to assume that a cross breed between a pony, a changeling, which can take the form of anything they want, and a dragon, a fucking DRAGON, which can kill anyone they like, breathe fire, and are one of the strongest beings in mythology, is OVERPOWERED.
2750902 You have no idea how much I want to hug you right now.
Y'know if you're gonna swear, don't half-ass it and asterisk half of it out. Just say the full word.
2750952
How about a air hug.
2750984
Yes! so true. If I had a dollar for every time he cussed I would be rich!
Ok, quick grammar lesson. Look at your description, you thinks it's good. I's have to be capitalized. I not i
"...well, a changeling/Dragon/Pony hybrid."
No.
2751314 Okay! *air hug*
2751515 EXACTLY.
>changeling/dragon/pony hybrid.
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I honestly don't see why this has such bad reviews. I find this hilarious (and slightly gory) and I wan to see where you'll go with it. Fuck the reviews! Just! Keep! WRITING MY MAN!
2753967 Thanks man. I'll keep writing. I hope i can keep the laughs coming too!
2750902
>If I had a dollar for every time you cussed...
32 DOLLARS!
I see you have fixed things. Good job!
i can tell you definitely need some work, but its a great story... i have always took a liking towards changelings... they're cool... and stuff... but when they can breathe FIRE... it gets even better!
FUCK THIS SHIT! IM TOO HIGH FOR THE INTERNET RIGHT NOW!
May I humbly sum this story up in one picture I made myself, without being constructive at all?
I do?
Well then...
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I like the story thus far I can tell you put a lot, and I mean A LOT of passion into this. It's personal touch makes it all the more relatable and thus enjoyable I can see why some people might not like your story though...sorry but just based on the description I could tell this was gonna get some haters. Fim-fiction has...high standerds. Also making a pony/changeling/dragon hybrid was pretty much guaranteed to get you enemies.
I actually love everything about it. Your writing is clearly readable...just a bit personal, and passionate(which I appreciate). Your hybrid character sounds awesome! Horay for black characters!(although wouldn't you be a zebra hybrid?) Looking forward to seeing more
Well, lol, hilarious thus far!
Haha, good start so far. The beginning of the chapter was kinda slow though.