It wasn’t going to be an easy trip. He knew the path he’d chosen, and he began making his way back, though with such a heavy creature in his arms, he had far less dexterity. He wouldn’t be climbing anything with it, that was for sure.
No, with her. She sounded like a her when she made her not-quite-talking noises, and his instinct felt right. Female horse-monster baby thing.
Eventually he reached the edge of a rocky slope, leading back down into the forest proper. He didn’t recognize any of the landmarks, but maybe if he kept going that way, he’d find something familiar.
Kyle dropped to the ground, edging his way towards the slope, tightening his grip of the alien. “Just, uh… hold on, I guess,” he muttered. “It’s not that steep.” But that wasn’t true. He just didn’t want to look at how steep it was.
He started sliding, and after just a few feet his hiking boots no longer did a damn thing to help slow him down. The baby started giggling, or maybe cheering with excitement?
He winced, tucking his head and closing his eyes for whatever impact waited at the bottom. At least he could take the blow for the colored horse baby.
The slope leveled abruptly, dumping them onto the grass packed heavily with towering evergreens. But instead of smacking into them, he just… stopped, jerking backward abruptly. He opened one eye, looking around for what had caught him. A net, maybe, or something unraveling his shorts?
There was nothing, just the giggling baby in his arms. She nudged him with a hoof, then pointed back at the slope, squeaking energetically. “You want to go again?” he guessed, rising to shaky legs. “That’s… no. I don’t know how I don’t have a concussion right now.” His arms were already starting to ache with the effort of holding her, but he couldn’t give up now. He needed to find anything familiar, then maybe he could take a break for a minute and catch his breath.
This time, the trip was far from relaxing. Instead of letting his mind wander, he kept returning to the strange creature he was carrying. But just getting a better view didn’t give him any idea of why she was out here. There were no identification tags he hadn’t seen at first, no tattoos under her coat. Just an animal that made no sense and shouldn’t exist.
After nearly an hour of hiking, long enough that the sky began to twinge towards orange overhead, he finally found something familiar—the river.
He dropped down, lowering the creature to the ground. His arms felt like they’d been drained of blood, and he was going to have a hard time opening them again. But that could wait.
“I need a… break,” he said, settling down beside the river and lowering his boots into the cool water. It didn’t even matter if he got blisters, he just needed to breathe.
Instead of getting upset, the baby rose to stubby legs, standing entirely on her own. She grinned up at him, then lowered her head down towards the surface of the water.
“Wait, no.” He caught her by the back, pushing her away. “I know it looks clear, but it’s probably not good to drink.” He removed his pack, unscrewing the cap from his water-bottle and tilting it down towards her. “Have mine.”
She did, drinking the entire thing in a few large gasps. This seemed to satisfy her, though she was soon moving again. She didn’t seem content to wait for him to be the one to move, but started bouncing up and down the river, making more energetic squeaking calls with every step.
“I need a minute…” he said, though of course there was no point. This wasn’t just a baby, but it was a baby animal. There was no chance it would understand him. “Too bad you’re not ready to follow me. We might already be home by now if I didn’t have to carry you.”
She might not be able to understand him, but she could clearly tell when he was giving her attention, because she stuck out her tongue as he spoke, giggling quietly to herself.
“Yeah, yeah.” He didn’t wait much longer—another minute or two, and he was ready to move again. At least now he was back on a familiar track, headed towards home.
By the time he finally saw the rusting, overgrown fence, only the last distant gasps of twilight remained. There would be no climbing through the back-fence while carrying an animal, even if it was close to the stable. So he made his way around, letting the brambles tear at his arms and legs but protecting the animal as he made his way through. He winced as his jacket tore right down one side, trailing bits of cloth behind him. But there was no other way to the front of the property.
Finally he could cut sideways through some dead bushes onto the long driveway, which now had its fair share of cracks and broken asphalt.
Unfortunately for him, the little animal didn’t have unlimited patience. As they got closer, she had started making noises. Pitiful squeaks for attention, which of course meant nothing to him. “I don’t know what you want,” he said. “But this is my house, see? Once we’re inside, we’ll get animal control involved, and they’ll help you. Get you a… horse doctor. Whatever those are called.”
Hopefully you’re not really as smart as you look. I don’t want them putting you in a zoo or something. But it wasn’t really his business. He was just in the right place at the right time, that was all. Anyone would’ve done it.
The garage door was open, and all three cars were missing from inside. A minor relief, since at least he wouldn’t have to justify the disaster he was about to cause. It would be easier to ask forgiveness than permission.
He opened the door with a foot, then shoved his shoulder up against it and made his way inside. It didn’t completely calm the child down, but at least she did seem curious, stopping her complaining to stare at the old photos of his dead ancestors.
“You like them?” He stopped in the entryway, beside a replica suit of armor that no member of his family had actually worn. Wrong continent. “That makes one of us. It’s weird to live in a house with so many paintings. Like their ghosts never left when they died.”
The baby pawed out towards the oil painting, and he pulled her back by reflex. Those hooves were plenty dirty from the riverbank. He hadn’t even noticed during the walk, considering how gross he’d gotten at the same time.
There was only one place he could take such a dirty creature without getting a lecture when the game ended—into the kitchen, where there was tile instead of ancient carpet.
He settled her down on a granite countertop, before turning for the fridge and the old phone still wired up beside it. It was a small wonder that it still worked after all these years—and a bigger one that his parents still kept a phone book beside it. While Kyle started flipping through looking for the number for animal control, the horse-baby-thing made her way towards him. Or… not, she was interested in the fridge. She reached out towards it, starting to whine again.
Are you hungry? “I don’t think there’s anything in here you can eat,” he began, opening the fridge wide for her to see. There had been a time when it was full of leftovers from their family’s homecooked meals, but these days they mostly got takeout. Even so, the horse whined a little louder, reaching out towards something on the top shelf.
Kyle made to shut the fridge, ignoring her—and that was when it happened.
The jug of milk lifted off the top shelf, as though a shaky hand were moving it across the room.
Kyle dropped the phone book, staring openly at the jug as it moved towards her. There was no mistaking the cause of the strange effect, not when the jug glowed around the edges, a soft gold that exactly matched the shade radiating from her forehead. She’s moving it.
Not very well, though. After traveling about a foot closer to her, the jug stopped in the air, hovering unsteadily like she was losing her grip. The baby’s concentrated squint grew more intense, and it started to sag.
Kyle caught it in one hand. “You’re hungry, okay. Let’s see what… I can figure out.” It was only his sister and himself, so there was no younger sibling that made keeping a bottle around make any sense. And weren’t you supposed to heat it first? He’d never seen his parents care for a baby, so he didn’t actually know. Kara probably has all the instincts for this. Because she’s perfect at everything ever.
“Okay, uh… here.” He fished around in the cupboard for a minute, emerging with a small mug. He filled it with milk, then stuck it into the microwave. And maybe he was imagining things, but he could’ve sworn that the baby was looking skeptically at him. “I’m doing my best!” he said, wincing at her muddy hoofprints on the counter.
Finally he set the mug down in front of her, touching the liquid inside with a finger to confirm it wasn’t too hot. “There you go. Just, uh… enjoy that.” He turned his back on her, going for the phone book again. I probably shouldn’t tell them my horse is paranormal.
This time he found the number right away—it was on the inside cover, exactly where he should’ve known to look. Really he should’ve gone upstairs and got his phone, but there was no guarantee the horse wouldn’t try to follow, making everything much harder than it had to be. He twisted the rotary dial around one number at a time, then turned back to the baby as it started to ring.
She approached the cup a little like a cat, sniffing skeptically at the surface of the milk before licking at it a few times. “It’s the best I can do,” he said. “I’m bringing the experts, just hold on a little longer.” What else were you supposed to do for a baby animal? Keep it warm? If she’s this big, I don’t want to meet her mom. I bet she could gore me with a horn like that.
I should probably be freaking out more. There’s a mythical creature in my kitchen. But for whatever reason, Kyle just wasn’t that bothered. The animal was strange, and maybe its powers meant he was harboring some kind of… alien? But it was still a baby, desperate and hungry.
“Monroe County animal control, this is Laura speaking.”
“Hi,” he said, twisting one finger around the cord. “Are you guys the people I call about an… escaped animal?” As he said it, the escaped animal hit the edge of the milk-glass, knocking it into the sink in front of her with a sound of dissatisfaction. He turned his back on her—this was all the more reason for him to get the experts involved. She could wait a little longer.
The woman on the other end laughed. “Depends where it escaped from. If you’re a zoo, probably not. Otherwise, yes. If you’re missing a pet, we can check our shelter to see if anything has come in. Are we talking about a dog or a cat?”
“A… horse,” he began. “And it didn’t escape from me, I found it. I was hoping you guys could send someone to—” Kyle trailed off, staring down at his hands. He’d started glowing. The phone snapped away from him as he jerked backward. It wasn’t like a set of hands were grabbing him so much as an invisible wall pressed against his chest, irresistibly strong. He turned back around, whimpering from the force.
On the kitchen counter, he could make out Laura’s voice, too faint to understand. But she would have to wait, because more impossible things were distracting him.
“I don’t know how to help you,” he said. “I want to, but I don’t know how! That’s why I’m calling animal control. They’re going to take you somewhere with people who know how to help a… whatever you are.”
The baby didn’t understand. No matter how smart she really was, this time she could do little more than reach out towards the milk-jug, whining.
“I already gave it to you,” he said, finding he could move again. He reached down, running one hand through her mane. It was incredibly soft, despite however long she’d been abandoned out there. Like she had her own natural conditioner. “Horse thing, uh… whatever you are. That’s all the milk we have. You didn’t want it.”
He reached into the sink, replacing the mug and pouring another glass, nudging it towards her. “Now let me call animal control, please.” Maybe what he’d heard about microwaving it was wrong. As long as he distracted her for a few moments, he could make the call.
He picked up the phone, but was met only by the harsh ring of a dial-tone. He sighed, opened the phone book all over again, and started entering the number one digit at a time.
This time he didn’t get four numbers in before the strange force pulled him back again. He tried to hold onto the phone, but the force was much too strong. The receiver slipped from his fingers, banging against the floor. He settled to a stop facing the baby again before the glow faded.
That was the first time he felt afraid. There was nothing he could do to stop her from manhandling him. Despite her size, she could drag him around the room without even trying. “Hey, baby… it’s okay.” He patted her again, nudging the glass of milk towards her. “I got you food, see?”
She squealed in annoyance, knocking it into the sink again. “No? What do you want me to do? I’m…”
She started crying, shrill and echoing. If anyone else had been home with him, they’d know exactly what he’d done. But maybe that was a good thing… Kyle was in over his head again.
“Hey, hey. Settle down.” He scooped the little horse-thing into his arms, cradling her as best he could. He wasn’t quite big enough to make it work the same way he would’ve for an actual baby, but he did his best. “It’s okay, kid. I’ll… get this taken care of, somehow. I just need to call in someone who actually knows what they’re doing.”
But this time, his attention wasn’t enough. She cried louder, squirming a little in his grip. She wasn’t actually trying to kick her way free, she was just unhappy. She screamed louder, and the mug sitting in the sink actually shattered. “Hey, hey…” He patted the baby on the back, hurrying through the old house. How much mud he might spread if she got loose was no longer the first thing on his mind. He needed a real phone. Maybe he should just call the police and get this over with.
“It’s gonna be okay.” He made his way all the way to the third floor, where the ancient guest wing was tucked away beside attics packed with dusty old furniture. His door hung open, into his oversized bedroom. He’d still somehow found a way to cover the floor with dirty laundry, though the space was big enough for several kids’ bedrooms all packed in close together.
The baby wasn’t quieting down this time. If anything, she only grew more frustrated as he moved. Finally she struggled free, kicking out of his arms.
She didn’t fall, but hovered in the air, her wings flapping much too slowly to actually hold her there. She hovered in defiance of gravity, wide eyes scanning the room around him.
But whatever she was looking for, she didn’t find it, and she only cried louder.
“I’m sorry!” he said, trying to speak over her tears. “I’m trying to help you! I don’t know what you want!”
Her eyes focused on him again, and for the first time she didn’t seem afraid. He shuddered as he saw her expression—that determination and anger, all focused on him. He felt the force of her attention, like a laser aimed straight at his chest. Was this where he got his neck twisted like a pretzel and he died on the ground, because he’d been too stupid to realize he was in over his head? Hopefully she crawled out again before his family got home.
But it wasn’t that kind of force. The pressure holding him in place faded in time with a different sensation, a heat like an irresistible fever. Pressure built against his skin, a little as he imagined a small animal might feel if he stuck it into a microwave. So no, the baby wasn’t going to break his neck—he was going to explode. “Please…” he begged, dropping to one knee, clutching at the dresser for support. “Don’t kill me. I’m t-trying… to help…”
The pressure was too much. It wasn’t just his mental fortitude that could handle no more—his body itself was coming apart. In a single glorious flash of light, he burst apart.
Reason #5728 to not have a kid: Communication with someone who can't express their desires coherently is hard.
Perhaps this is where we get to the cover image? Flurry misses her mother, and decides to make one of her own?
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Oh, she'll miss her mother in time. Right now she most likely misses a teat to suckle, and by her magic she's going to get it.
True. And not outside the realm of possibility if she somehow ends up in this world.
In any case... yeah, alicorn tantrums don't end well for anything in the vicinity. And there's the question of whether Animal Control can determine the address based on the number (which, given that it's a landline, is highly likely.) This is going to get complicated on a number of levels.
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Baby alicorn shenanigan is never a boring one.
You’re making me like the soulless-magical-overpowered-alicorn-demon-baby. That’s no mean feat.
The cliffhanger!
I think flurry just killed him
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That's a horrifying thought as a human male...
And now I'm imagining it, thanks.
I think ... this chapter end is like
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So considering the other stories from the author I figure I'd ask in advance to save some time. Is he going to be turned into a mare in this story and be disconcertingly fine with that with everyone shaming him for wanting to be back in his old body?
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Yeah, I was debating mentioning that, but wasn't sure if it would be considered in poor taste.
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I suppose a lot is going to depend on whether animal control thinks his call is a prank or not (and how odd a horse would be in Kyle's corner of Earth). "A horse? Who just finds a horse wandering around? Probably just some kid messing around..."
aaaaand mark the story as completed.
he exploded roll credits!
Seeing all these people thinking about Flurry getting her mother's milk (as different from cow's milk)...
Here, I'm wondering if poor Kyle is going to have rampant alicorn magic problems of his own, coming up.
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When Flurry grows up she will never live this down.
"Hey Flurry, remember that time you turned that human into--"
"Shut up."
"And all because you wanted your mom's--"
"I said shut up!"
"He even looked like your mom! Wasn't that the most adorable--"
"I swear to Celestia, if you don't stop, you'll be next."
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...even if everyone know...it doesn't make it less funny... XD
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How arrogant and conceited.
It's not about the gender change - that usually isn't the first thing on someone's mind. It's usually the fact that you turn into a completely different species. I dunno about you, but if I was forcibly turned into a female pony, I'd be more worried about the species change than the gender change, and I think most others would also feel the same way.
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I'm sorry. I did not mean to come off as either of those things. Also, in terms of your points, I agree completely. I wasn't really thinking of the species change in the mix, just the gender change isolated.
One more thing, after looking back at that comment that I wrote, I realize it was stupid and I would probably care more than a little if my gender was changed. I deleted it for now so that I don't offend anyone. This is my apology.
Thank u for the new chapter
I allways love your writing. So well done. Keep up the good work!
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Marvelous! Encore! Encore!
Time for a sequel?!
Alicorn magic surge- if pony filly cannot be understood by weird two-legged thing, two-legged thing must be ponied.
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And also look like mama.
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Just double-checked the cover art, apparently only alicorn milk will do. Horsebabby is OP plz nerf.
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Oh wait, yeah, looks like that’s a thing. If alicorns can self-replicate they really should’ve done that sooner. Would’ve been a lot easier to stop Discord and all the other villains if instead of just two alicorns there were two million.
A Starscribe male protagonist lost his humanity and gender within three chapters? That's an academy record!
Oh, a filly after my own heart... and my job, apparently.
... could we get another? I'm sure everyone is dying to see the magically exploded human. Aaaand, everything that follows.
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“Flurry Heart, I’ve come to bargain.”
BANG~!
It’s rewind time everybody!
Hard to imagine Cadence goring anybody. Unless she thinks they mean harm to her little Mcflurry. And if she only knew, Kyle would merit very much the opposite.
The animal control part just seems odd and doesn't make me quite like the protagonist. He thinks shes a very smart animal somehow escaped from evil scientist types. And yet will put her right back in their clutches when he feels bad for her? Sure he doesn't think he can take care of her...but that's a rapid 'well my previous feelings on the matter no longer matter because.' Quite strange.
Also ya know it would've been nice if he was asking for the apparent transformation more. Wanted to desperately help more would've been nicer then just a sudden and unwilling transformation. It's hard to believe the protagonist after that would feel a modicum of as bad for her as he did before. I'd hope for a bitter feeling to give a realistic feel. I do hope the transformation isn't purely one way either. Think there would be a lot of fun to be had if disguises as humans or actual human forms would be possible.
Neat story so far... and obviously we're about to see what Kyle looks like as a fluffy pink alicorn. Definitely gonna follow this one and see where it goes.
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There really isn't any other thing he could do. He just doesn't want to stay involved anymore and animal control is probably the best authority to report it to. If anything, the publicity a magical unicorn baby would generate would have protected her anyway.
did he explode? o.o
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It's a toon thing.
RIP, our protagonist. Thus begins the murder spree of Flurry Heart. The rest of the story is gonna be a slasher flick, with a baby alicorn as the villain.
Well, given the cover and description, I think I know what Flurry did. Flurry wanted her mommy to feed her, her mommy wasn't around, Flurry made a new mommy.
So congratulations Kyle, you are now discount knock-off Cadence. Uncomfortable as that might be, I hope Flurry didn't go the extra mile on 'Mommy' needing to feed her by loading you up heavy with milk.
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I'm pretty sure the mommy package pulls out all the stops. Let's just hope Flurry doesn't want a daddy too.
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Story isn't for you. move on.
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Who finds a literal pegasus/unicorn and just goes "hey, let's call animal control and get rid of this thing that I could be rich off just offering viewing rights to? This is literally the thing that would fix my home/financial situation if I wasn't lazy. I would be set for life." Should have called up an equestrian place to get them involved.
I too would have also liked for the transformation setup to be... not more willing, but more something the protagonist put into Flurry's mind. And a back and forth situation would be more interesting, as if it's permanent they rather quickly get found out and captured, need to go on the run, or Flurry just changes anyone they come across which is very meh.
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Nice to see that you two haven’t changed. I’m probably going to regret this, but...
To address your first paragraph, Lawra, I’d direct you to the title of the first chapter to answer your question. Regarding the choice to contact animal control, all you’re both saying is that either you would have made a better choice under those circumstances, or Kyle’s choice simply doesn’t line up with your preferences. The character has plenty of reasons to not take responsibility for it, and the choices are exponentially more complicated after making the one that saved a baby from potentially dying in the wilderness.
And I know you two have a thing for character agency, but what you’re asking for is really unrealistic. How would Kyle ask for it, and why would we expect a newborn to understand the request in any way — to not only fulfill it, but not as Kyle had meant it? How would Kyle have put the idea into her head? Here we have a hungry newborn who displays said hunger, and I think that’s an understandable and believable enough setup for a newborn character.
I also have to point out, Lawra, that the criticism you have for the protagonist not even having influence over the change can also be applied to one of your own stories. Discord (technically a newborn himself) had given Ranma a pony hoof without any prompting, before Discord learned his name to base off the rest of the changes, and he hadn’t even learned the name from Ranma himself. (I probably shouldn’t have to say that Ranma didn’t name himself, either.) And, Discord was already in a mood to “fix” things. That’s not to mention the totally uncalled for transportation to Equestria. Oh, sure, Ranma “asks” for the ultimate change at the end of it all (which — without logical prompting — included a horn and wings, because horses have those), but the ball was already rolling and you’d made sure that Ranma was in a state to get rolled over by it.
Not that I find issue with that in your story, personally. It’s actually among the stories I anticipate an update from the most.
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As to the animal control thing I'm not a fan of Lawra's thought of selling tickets to view the pony or whatever. I just thought with the start of the story and the whole risking his life to save her aspect he'd be less...happy with turning her over to authorities that might cause her harm. That's all. It just seems like a break in character motivations that were previously established for a sudden drama moment that results in no pay off. Worry and being indesceive about it would've felt like a more natural moment. Even though thinking about calling animal control could win out for her own well being. It just felt too sudden considering what he went through to get her to his house.
I've never had a problem with any stories lack of agency and forcing something on a main character. That's a perfectly fine way to tell a story. I just don't like it when forcing whatever doesn't result in a natural negative reaction. And then the character struggles against it. What I said in my comment was that I hope he'll be bitter about it. And mad at her about it. What I don't want to see is accepting being made into a female pony because 'well baby needed to be fed' or something along that line. That's boring. Can you grow organically to that point? Yes absolutely. Do that one hundred percent. But Flurry Heart with creating this transformation should naturally lead to a character being a bit scared/fearful/angry of the one who did the transformation to her. That seems natural. Pretty sure for Lawra's story the transformee main characters first interaction with Discord isn't going to be happiness with him cause she met a lot of people she liked and arguably is having a happier life is it?
I don't think my comments were overly harsh or critical. I didn't like one story choice and was hoping the other wouldn't be present. That was all.
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You explained your reasoning, and expressed concerns for future events that have yet to realize themselves, but didn’t address my disagreement. What limited portion I responded to, in your comment, had nothing to do with it being harsh or critical, either. How was Kyle supposed to ask for it, that would result in a transformation? And why would that have been a better alternative?
As for the animal control part of it: again, what would or should a teenager in this unbelievable situation do? Just because he’s nice enough to take a risk and save a baby creature from the wilderness, and almost-certain doom, when he comes across one, rather than being the type to abandon it and live with the guilt (unless he’s actually a terrible person), that doesn’t mean the situation is so simple that keeping possession of her is the clear and obvious choice, or the one with the best outcome for either party. There’s no guarantee that animal control would have led to a situation that was as bad, or worse, than what he had saved her from. But we can wax hypothetical until the end of time.
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How would he have asked for it? Not verbally of course. But in wishing he could help more. Willing to do a lot to help the innocent baby. Then the magical horse thing zapping him with magic that he can suddenly help more is kind of something he asked for, and also something to at the same time be a bit freaked out about. Or just wishing he had cool telekinesis which it just showed, working wings...There's things to envy from the baby horse thing isn't there? It would require a different character approach for the main character yes. And not one you want to do obviously which I can respect.
What would a teenager do in this situation? That depends on the teen doesn't it? You've created a character so the option is whatever possibility there could logically be. Some would immediately call their parents for advice, another might go 'magic/aliens/paranormal/weird science exist omg let me share it on all the social media right now' and then prepare to live stream, another might go I'm going to keep the kid safe and hide it, another might go I have no idea what to do let me ask a friend, another might...etc. There's a ZILLION options to select from. In regards to teenagers I wouldn't expect the most logical and expedient and safe answer of calling adult professionals to deal with the problem for me and take it away. I'd expect one more unexpected. What is written is fine, but I can think of dozens and dozens more options of how teens I know would handle this. All of which lead to storytelling possibilities. You've found something amazing and magical. First reaction is to get rid of it? Kind of sad.
I am writing a review of a story. I wrote this much in more detail because you're asking for it and are the commissioner of this story. This isn't a place where i'd ever offer this much specific opinions since the story is in existence rather then in development and gestation. I said a couple things that I hope are the case in the future and not and a thing I was disappointed by that hopefully lead to a few more ideas. I was not forcefully saying 'this is bad now since you didn't do what I wanted.' at any point. I offered other smaller comments on another one of this author's stories I enjoy about little things they were doing that disappointed me and parts I enjoyed. One of which was a small thing about spelling out a time skips length and that was postively received. I hoped to do the same sort of thing with this. Your being the comissioner of this story didn't make me review it any differently. If you don't want them I won't offer one in the future on this story. I'm fine with that too.
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Since you mentioned it several times, I should make it clear that I’ve left the majority of the details to Starscribe, which includes all of what we’ve been discussing. I don’t want to take credit for their work, but it’s fine if I’m still blamed for things.
Now, I can kind of understand it if the character wished they could have helped more, but are you sure he didn’t express anything, through action, word or thought, that would explain why he wouldn’t?
Sure, it can be “kind of sad” when looking at it in a very specific way. If you look at it another way, for instance, finding something amazing and magical(?) might be trouble, scary or dangerous. He’d mentioned creators, I believe, at one point; would he want to risk being found out by them, if they’re doing stuff like that? Especially when they made telekinesis a reality? But, again, we can wax hypothetical until the end of time.
Aside from that, it’s fine if you personally like or dislike something, or get ahead of yourself and hope for something to be or not be: but that’s not why I made an appearance. Most of my focus wasn’t even on you.
Now, I’m going to get back to writing something that neither you nor Lawra will like.
Keep it up.
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Honestly, my natural response to finding a baby pegasus/unicorn would be: 'Oh dear, this is going to get ugly.'
Because animal control NOTHING. It's going to be simultaneously convincing someone with the resources needed to help that I have a strange critter that needs help in my possession without getting laughed off the phone, while also figuring out a way not to be tackled by black suits when someone realizes the thing is real, and puts me into six layers of medical quarantine just in case I have any unknown diseases from the 'animal' using me as a vector/host.
On top of that... Soon as something like this goes public, you can expect the government response to be something along the lines of a lockdown, because you'll have activists picketing your doorstep about as fast as they can pack the van, news reporters swarming you with cameras, and who knows what other crazies trying to abduct you or the creature for their own gains.
Given where this fic has been alluding to be going, this is going to be the case... except with the MC turned into a mare and will be on the run as the sideshow act his/herself. It's in the description.
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if both of you cant tell from all the thumbs no one wants to hear from either of you. gtfo and crawl back into your little holes sucking each other and telling each other how smart you are. worthless trolls.
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Someone’s burner account is angry.
Starscribe please don’t take things as negatively as some people have, you write enjoyable stories, and condemnation is certainly not intended.
Edit, be careful, this koala22 account just sent threatening PMs documenting their attempts to dox both me and Bree over this. What a scumbag.