Chapter 3: New Duds
Okay, maybe it only felt that way. A single burning wave of heat rushed through his body, dropping him to the ground in an instant and completely overwhelming his senses. He didn’t scream, because he was far too stunned for that. He didn’t kick or struggle. He barely even breathed.
For a few seconds he lay on the floor, utterly insensate. His body came slowly back into alertness, like an old computer warming up overworked circuits one system at a time.
He was on the floor, he could tell that from the distinct rub of carpet against his skin. There was something wrong, like someone had wrapped him in a sheet that made the floor further away than it should’ve been. What happened to me? Had he tripped on something and banged his head against his dresser? Was this what a concussion felt like?
He wanted to curl up and go to sleep, wait for the pain to pass and for his senses to put themselves back together. But there was desperate crying nearby, crying that needed his attention now more than ever. It didn’t even enter his mind that he should’ve remembered that voice, and that it belonged to what was otherwise just an animal to him. All that mattered was that she was crying, and that he needed to help.
“I’m… coming…” he croaked, wincing at how strange his voice sounded in his own ears. He must’ve really banged his head for it to echo that high-pitched. Maybe he should call 911 and get an ambulance on the way before he found whoever was crying.
His vision came back abruptly, cloudy and out of focus at first. There was the familiar bedroom floor, and the bed rising above him, and… bits of torn rag? Like a scarecrow had ended its life in a paper shredder all over the floor. But he couldn’t feel sympathy for it, because of the sudden barrage of other inconsistencies.
Why was there a pink lump right under his eyes that moved when he did? Why did his fingers and toes still feel completely numb? How could he feel the dresser pressing up against his shoulder, with a leg simultaneously touching the bookshelf eight feet back?
“Something was… something was happening…” He groaned, tried to sit up, and found his spine unwilling to cooperate at first. But if he ignored the persistent discomfort in his lower back, he could finally sit up.
And immediately wish he hadn’t.
His entire body was… replaced. His clothes were completely gone, transformed into the rags that coated the floor. His naked body was entirely covered in fur. There were gangly legs trailing down from his chest, bending inward and ending in flat stubs. And what he saw trailing away made even less sense. The barrel of an animal, with nothing even resembling human anatomy the further he looked. That had to be a tail further down, in two different shades of blue. Matching the strands of hair that hung suddenly over his face as soon as he looked.
It all came crashing back—the alien creature he’d rescued in the woods, and her increasingly paranormal abilities. An innocent-looking creature, desperately in need of help… that changed into a monster as soon as he couldn’t get her what she wanted. It felt like she was going to kill him… and in a way, what she’d done was almost worse.
If she can do it, she can undo it. Take a deep breath, Kyle. You’re not dead. He did, though the further down he looked, the less confident he was that his present situation was any better than death.
And she was still crying. A constant, droning yell that echoed all around him and made it difficult to concentrate on anything else. The monster-baby was more disturbed than ever. No matter how angry he felt he deserved to be, the need to care for her was stronger. He had to help, even if he wanted nothing to do with her right now.
Take it slow. You have to calm her down to change you back. Figure it out, Kyle. You can do this.
He would have to figure something out, and fast. If his parents had gone to the game to see Kara do her cheer thing, he had another hour or so before they got home. Two if they went out to eat after.
“Alright, baby-thing… I need you to fix this now.” He tried to stand, and this time his spine rebelled completely, flinging him forward. He caught himself on his hands, but instead of uncomfortable the sensation felt natural. Without thinking, his back legs slid into place, and he stood up properly, staring at his reflection in his bedroom mirror.
It wasn’t just that the baby had made him into a horse—he was like her, only older and more mature. There were wings at his sides, and a horn so long that he could probably poke the ceiling with it if he jumped. Unfortunately he was also positively gigantic—like a fair pony had wandered into someone’s bedroom after giving rides. At least the scraps of shed clothing had plenty of other dirty laundry to get lost in.
Kyle did his best to ignore the feminine sound of his voice, looking down on the horse-creature. “Hey, uh… baby? Do you think you could put me back to normal, please? I’m not supposed to be… any of the things you did to me right now. Please?”
The absurdity of the situation struck him like a weight. Here he was asking a crying infant to fix something for him. Just one more thing for the list of things that didn’t make sense. At least it wasn’t physical confusion with his body, which he could barely control. His arms—forelegs—didn’t bend in the ways he expected, and having constantly numb fingers certainly didn’t help
The baby looked up at him from the edge of the bed, and stopped crying abruptly. Her eyes went wide, and somehow Kyle could feel both confusion and relief from her. She didn’t know what she’d done? Or she didn’t consciously know. In any case, she started clambering towards him, close enough to the edge of the bed that she might’ve gone tumbling.
Kyle turned sideways, blocking her with the side of a now-considerable body. The boards creaked and strained in protest with each step—but this house was built to an older standard, and he wasn’t quite as big as a real horse. Or maybe he was just too young to be fully grown?
The baby didn’t slip off to get lost in his dirty laundry, so at least he’d done something right. “Now that you’re calm, I need you to do… whatever you did before. It hurt, but… just put me back to the way you found me, okay? Reverse this, before anyone gets home and thinks a wild animal got into the house.”
Though realistically speaking, he didn’t think anyone would be mistaking a pink and blue winged horse as wild. Though as he considered it, an even darker fear entered his mind. Maybe the reason this baby acted smarter than a baby animal was that she was a human baby, or had been. Maybe it wasn’t intentional at all, but some kind of… disease, and now he was infected too. And once his family got home, it would spread to them.
His eyes lost focus as a nightmare scenario ran through his mind, of himself as the catalyst for the end of civilization. Obviously horse-monsters wouldn’t be able to run a civilization, that was given. Once it spread to everyone, they would be galloping though the fields within a generation. Unless there won’t be another generation.
He felt the pressure suddenly, causing such a strange cascade of sensations that he was frozen in place for nearly ten seconds straight, struggling to process what the little horse was doing to him. There was a slight pulling sensation, and a sudden relief of pressure he hadn’t even been able to explain before. He might not have been able to figure out what was going on at all, except for the sound.
The baby was nursing. Whatever relief might’ve come from not being able to see behind himself and know faded in an instant of absolute clarity. I’m not a guy. It isn’t just a voice thing.
Something visceral wanted him to spring away in horror, maybe scream at the monster that had done this to him. She was right there, entirely within his power—yet he didn’t move. There were other instincts too, foreigners in his body, but stronger all the same. He needed this. It was the thing the baby had needed, and the milk he’d tried downstairs hadn’t been able to provide.
So he didn’t run, and he didn’t scream. He suppressed his anger, until what began as a roar of indignation faded. He was just as upset, he just… couldn’t imagine expressing it the same way.
I’m probably being mind-controlled. This is even more insidious. Be furious, act. But just thinking those words didn’t make him feel them. The anger just wasn’t sincere.
“I understand how… desperate it can feel to be hungry. Today wasn’t your day. Ditched in the woods all by yourself, having to rely on a loser like me for help. But I’m still going to need you to reverse what you did. When you’re… when you’re done back there, I want you to change me back to normal.”
He was still talking to a baby. A very smart baby, perhaps… but could a baby have the wherewithal to change him back?
He couldn’t have said how long it took the baby to finish—the strange location of his anatomy didn’t make it easy to check on it. But eventually she let go, squeaking weakly in satisfaction.
Kyle turned, glaring down at the creature resting on his bed. “I need you to change me back now,” he said, gesturing up at his own portrait on the wall. A soccer picture from several years ago, when he’d been in the same league as Kara. But it was the only picture of himself he kept up. It was the only year he’d ever won anything. “Like that, see? Only older. I don’t want to be twelve again. But you get the idea.”
The baby did not get the idea. For a few seconds she watched, babbling incoherently to herself. Then she stretched, curling up on the bed and spreading her wings. While it would have a hard time fitting Kyle anymore, she had no problem finding enough room. She closed her eyes contently, and was soon sleeping peacefully.
Just seeing that, after the baby had been so distressed all day, pushed aside all his discomfort and fear.
For a few seconds.
The baby asleep didn’t actually mean things were better for him. If anything, he was now in deeper, since the one who had done this and might be able to reverse it was now asleep.
At most, I have an hour and a half until my family gets back. Even so, he didn’t wake up the baby. Something about her resting there made her seem like she shouldn’t be disturbed. Or maybe it was more alien mind-control? How would he know?
Maybe I can do it myself? I look the same as she does. Probably in more ways than he wanted to think about.
Kyle crept away from the baby, made easier by the thick carpet and miles of dirty clothes. He reached the door, then shoved it closed with his shoulder. Locking it was a little harder—he could reach up a leg towards the lock without too much trouble, but getting the mechanism to turn took patience. But the hoof wasn’t just a flat slab, there was tough skin underneath, almost as sensitive as his fingers had been. If he moved very slowly, he could still twist the lock around.
At least this old house had one thing going for it: size. He moved into the nearby sitting room, where he could pace and think without disturbing the sleeping child. His pacing amounted to a few steps then a sharp turn in the opposite direction, dodging the moldering old couch. Even large spaces transformed into small ones when you were almost seven feet tall and probably even longer than that.
Alright Kyle, think this through. You’re an… alien. The baby transformed you into its food source. No one will recognize you, no one will believe you. What do you do?
He could call the police, and they’d never believe a single word of this. Maybe if he was lucky animal control would drag him off. The same fate he’d imagined as the most humane thing he could do for the baby was now his own nightmare.
Option two, try to convince Mom and Dad anyway. He still had his memories—he knew their family vacations, where Kara kept her diary. He knew the combination to the hide-a-key and which bush it was hidden in. He knew their birthdays and favorite foods. If they listen to you. If they can even understand you.
“It still… sounds like I can talk…” he muttered. There was that voice again, a little higher than Kara’s and strangely more musical. But just because it sounded right when he was a horse thing didn’t mean it would be something his family could understand. In all the movies, animals could understand each other but never talk to people. Would it be the same for him?
He slumped onto the ground, his weight making the old boards strain to hold him.
I’m fucked.
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Do he's not panicking because Flurry didn't want a pony, she wanted mommy. Now he's mommy. That's... terrifying, honestly.
Hmmm... I wonder if Cadance would employ Kyle as Flurry's new nanny?
Ha! Knew it.
Let's see where this goes...
well, the cover image makes more sense now.
Oh my gods you actually did it.
Don't fuck up now
Ah, there it is. Starscribe's Law in full effect.
Now, we just need to wait for his parents' reactions.
"Kyle, when your father and I said that we wanted a grandchild, this isn't what we meant..."
That seems to be one of the major themes of around a third of all stories on FimFic.
One would think the very human way Flurry cries would give Kyle reason to suspect she's not a beast... How has he managed to delude himself into continuing to refer to her as a wild animal? This guy's an idiot, and I feel bad for Flurry.
Well that just happened.
I'm curious to see how he'll deal with certain other things taking care of a baby entails, considering he has completely new appendages and isn't familiar with how to use his wings or horn.
No, no, you don't have to worry about that. It's rated T and written by Starscribe. That would only ever happen off screen.
It will only last a second, but I look forward to Twilight showing up and being like "Cadence?! I searched for the most ancient magic, how did you get here first?"
Only if Flurry Heart decides that she needs her daddy too.
Well... if you end up in Equestria... just ... keep your ass away from Shining Armor, because I feel that Cadence will have some ideas...
Well that’s a bit... Terrifying. Uh, Flurry, if you end up at my house, make me a Draconeques or a Changeling, okay? Heck, I’ll take Alicorn if you give me a ‘How To Comprehensively Use Magic: Vol I-XI’ to boot.
1) I find this the fourth time a man rendered a chick, and the first s/he explicitly acted accordingly and plausibly. The first potentially did, but actively avoided the whole thing, never mentioning it. The second talks about it in passing, the third about as much, slightly more maybe. And one semi retconned, intended to be background noise for mere decoration and to make the setting seem more dimensional, but having little to no impact on plot. A result of building a world and story off of a one shot, retroactively making rules that don’t quite line up. Fortunately, the early ones, first and second are kind of hinted at having identity issues in the first place.
Two of the three involve Lu directly, and one a natural result of crossing the portal to Eques. Here’s the first of it having a practical purpose.
2) Do I imagine it, or are there always fireworks in the comment sections whenever stories like this get posted? Just wow.
3) I admit to not liking the brat, for the same reason most don’t like brats. I am one who will say “No, I will not babysit!” Following this example and role model could keep so many, this poor sap included out of so much misery. I can’t hate the brat personally, but I can dislike the general obnoxiousness of children. Now make it one who can alter reality by thinking about it, and you have an abomination, unlike as well adjusted adult who came into such power later in their life but wasn’t born with it. The demands of plot are the only thing keeping stuff semi coherent.
4) A realistically sized pony as opposed to one half the size of humans that is usually used is a rare treat. Typically, they end up half of their original size and the world around them explodes in mass. Not at all what Alex, Jacob, Chance, Jacqueline, and countless others found. Also, less stumbling than Alex, TD Powell, and others like them had to do. It’s not a case of the entire world being immediately and rapidly altered or being forced into another, but the particular individual, resonance included to avoid the lack of coordination that often takes up so many passages.
5) Celestia’s help is called for. She always has all the answers when the plot doesn’t require immediate resolution, but is ever so often inaccessible. OP often happens for its own sake and is forced feeling. Flurry is so, Tia not so much. Loki, Eris and whoever else has been born with MO as opposed to made. Discord outmatched Celestia individually, but not when either teamed up or caught off guard and armed with the right artillery. Writing of which, he should be here. Maybe he doesn’t actually care about anyone other than Fluttershy and Spike, but having his fun then erasing whatever afterwards is kind of his MO. I honestly wonder if any of them even asked Fluttershy or Spike about bringing this to his attention. Tracing magical trails is something he is best at above all others, I imagine Celestia second.
Sweet, where do we go now?
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And Im only halfway kidding. ;)
Knowing Starscribe its possible that this will turn into a first contact fic with super AI's and space exploration.
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Do you suspect them of not being animals? They're screaming like humans while being caged like animals after all. What about parrots? They actually talk.
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It's Starscribe's style- what else do you expect!?
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Touche for the goats, I honestly didn't know that was a thing. As for parrots, in my experience it takes a while to actually get them to imitate you, so I mentally excluded that idea on account of Flurry being so young. But yeah, actually didn't know that some animals could make sounds like that.
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Umm...that was just a reference to Guns ‘N Roses
downright awesome.
I'm not saying it's alien
smind control. But it's aliensmind control.9961667
That... should not make him feel better.
Well, I have to say, the way the protag reacts to this is honestly one of the most disturbing things I have even read. I have never been so uncomfortable whilst reading a passage of fiction in my life. If that was intentional, then hell, bravo. But I get the feeling the tone of this story is meant to be a little more light hearted, perhaps I'm wrong, though I would have figured having the lead act a little more cartoonishly probably would have supported that tone better. As in, losing their shit. I am genuinely curious what you intended for the impact of this chapter to be though, I have to say its left me feeling confused.
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You should read the one shot that predates Friendly Fire. The intent behind that one is much more malevolent than this and would give you the willies a thousand times more. Those under twenty are practically reset to toddlerhood, save a select few. Not just given the physical likeness either. The main story makes no reference nor vague hint at it, like a semi retcon.
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Maybe, maybe not. I suspect the nature of this particular interaction is the trigger here, as in the useless begging and... Suckling... I really don't know how to describe it in an adequate way. I would appreciate a link though, just for the sake of my curiosity.
I like where this is going
The mind-alteration was admittedly a little awkward for me, literally calling it instincts, and a "need to care for her," instead of just describing it and letting us guess at what it was. It was kind of cool how she worried she was being mind controlled though; most stories don't go there at all. I'm a little confused why she's horse sized, while the abomination is little pony sized, because how would it reach her nipples, then? It is interesting though, the ramifications of trying to be a 1200 pound horse in a house built to support a 100 pound human.
I'm just now reading this and only thing I got to say to kyle is going to regret that animal shelter call when they come to the house. oh and the fact that he's a mare now.
So either this situation will only take a few hours to resolve, or Kyle’s going to go “missing” and things are going to go way off the rails.
Sunburst: "Is it three o' clock already?"
Wow. Going out to dinner with only one of your children is a special kind of screw you to the other.
Take a shot.
No, no, that's a completely different story.
No, that's just common sense. If she's asleep, she can't tear the fabric of reality asunder.
Probably.
In any case, this will certainly be interesting going forward. If/when other Equestrians show up, I can only imagine their reactions when they learn that Flurry can make alicorns.
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We generally assign a lot more humanity to animals than is accurate.
In every sense of the word my friend. In every sense of the word.
Changed into a pony, and rule 63ed?
Man, the first one's harsh enough, but two changes is even harsher. And he's (she's?) nursing of all things!
tO rEsTaTe My OpInIoN:
D E A T H T O T H E M O N A R C H I S T S
Man, what is going through Flurry Heart's brain?
"I could wish for the right milk, or I could transform the gender and species of this strange ape like creature beyond his will?"
I know she's a baby who hasn't developed a sense of morality and she's in an unfamiliar land.
But...
WHY NOT JUST MAKE THE RIGHT MILK!
Ah yes. That. Inevitable, really
Oof. He's getting his share of mommy hormones messing him up
Took him a while to realise that, lol.
A succinct summary of the situation, m'boy
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She's a baby. The only thing going through her mind was "I want a mom to feed me".
Interesting. No matter what you are, you're still driven by the chemicals in your brain telling you what to do. Being transformed into a 'mother' compels him to care for the baby as if she were his own. It makes sense, from a biological point of view...
As it is said in the good book, "you're shit out of luck and jolly well fucked now, Johnny boy."
that's normal pony size?
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Based on the cover art he's transformed into an alicorn. Since the alicorn Flurry is most familiar with is Cadance, Kyle is most likely as big as her.
Aaaaaand I’m out. I’m sick of these human turned i to pony stories.