Loco in the *REDACTED*

by The Blue EM2

Legal issues may follow...

We find ourselves, once more, in Manteo, North Carolina, in the midst of a very quiet few days thanks to the lockdown. Not only that, a certain person was calling for people to inject themselves with disinfectant to defeat the virus (which was almost as bad as telling people to go to church as the Sacraments would cure it instantly. Way to go spreading the infection), and Jimmy honestly hoped nobody would be stupid enough to try it, as disinfectant is pretty nasty stuff to have in your bloodstream. So, he stayed in isolation, very, very board- no, sorry, very, very bored, as he had little to do. He would often have gone outdoors, but the Manteo Police Department had got more aggressive with policing the lockdown and had arrested people in their front gardens, which was a dumb thing to do as a garden is part of your home and your home is where you are permitted to be; you were not required to be indoors (yet). The TV schedule was also rather empty. My Little Pony reruns existed, but there's a limit to how many times you can watch characters you have been at one point or another.

Not only that, but a large number of his favourite TV stations had either been disconnected thanks to a change in provider or the virus shutting them down. Why they couldn't work remotely he didn't know, but that left the option of Netflix, which he could make an account for but might bite into his finances (have we ever established if Jimmy has a job? I don't think so). So, there he sat, this time on his sofa rather than his bedroom, as he had fancied a change in scenery. Besides, the house could get blazing hot at times, especially when the air conditioning constantly cut out due to power failures and design flaws. Ah well. Those were the risks of living on an island, of Sodor. A Magical Land where Dreams come True.

Wrong story, author. Get back on topic and be really useful.

Anywhoozle, Jimmy was continuing to relax and lie back, looking at the ceiling fan. He found ceiling fans very hypnotic, not least because the ceiling fan constantly spinning helped him to nod off, like counting sheep had in the old days. The place became increasingly quiet as time went on, and eventually he drifted off, murmuring to himself, as he did so with great magnitute and proficiousness.

The next hour, when he awoke, was the time of 13 o clock, or 1, as most of us would call it. Yawing a great deal, or yawning a great deal, Jimmy got up and glanced about. It was still as boring as ever. Nothing happening at all. So he went to his kitchen to eat something, or rather he would have if he hadn't slipped on something left on the floor. "Whoops!" he said, as he slid along and crashed into a large mirror that faced the wall. The resulting scene would have been thoroughly comical were it not for what had happened next. For what happened next would be very important indeed.

As he came to whilst lying there, he suddenly felt off for some strange reason. He sat up and shook his head, but could see nothing that he could have slipped on, as there was indeed nothing to slip on within his line of vision. He shook his head again, and would have gotten up, were it not for the fact the world was spinning like a washing machine in his vision. He looked forward again, only to suddenly notice his hand was tingling and cramping oddly.

"Did I sleep on it again?" he asked in confusion and tiredness. He didn't normally have this problem at this time of day, so why was he having it now? As he tried to get up, the entire environment around him seemed to start to increase in size. "Wait, what the hell?"

The world continued to get larger as he continued to shrink, vanishing through his clothes and getting stuck within them, which was a mildly odd experience to say the least. He must have been a fraction of his normal height when it finally stopped. Moments later, his hands morphed into a pair of hooves as his elbows bent backwards, switching his arms into legs. Pony legs, as was the norm.

Moments later, his shoulders snapped inwards and his hips shifted in both width and angle, forcing him into a quadrapetal stance as they rotated around. His front and rear legs, incredibly short by now, continued to shift. His feet closed up into hooves as the toes retreated into them, and the joints inverted there as well, resulting in equine back legs.

Looking firmly like a creature from some bad horror film, Jimmy's face set about changing. His hair cleaned up its usual messiness and reformed into a frontal fringe combined with a smooth flow down his neck, which had cranked backwards and grown in length to look like that of a horse. It then turned (the hair, or I suppose mane by now) two separate shades of blue in streaks running through it, as a tail popped out of his rump in the same colours, just the arrangement of colours was reversed.

Moments later, his manhood got pulled into a place where the sun doesn't shine, followed by her rear growing in size for a bit as two blobs appeared underneath her. Her nose and mouth fused together into a muzzle and pushed forward in a circular shape. Her blue eyes turned an even lighter shade of blue, and a pink and white collar attached to a tie appeared around her neck as a strange symbol of a hat appeared on her flank, followed by pale cream fur growing all over her body. A hair clip appeared as the entire process ended.

Jimmy, stunned no clothes had torn, shook the old garments off of her, and flicked her head to get the glasses off, which landed neatly on a nearby table. She turned back to the mirror to see Coco Pommel looking back. "Well, this was unexpected."

Moments after this revelation, there was an explosion as her door was blown open. "THAT'S HER! GET HER!"

Two burly men in suits ran at the equine, whilst a woman in a sharp suit glared. "Got you at last, Miss Pommel. This'll teach Hasbro to use our name without permission."

Coco noticed a convenient portal had opened behind her. She quickly backed up toward it. "Your attack dogs aren't observing social distancing," she said, smiling, before blowing a giant raspberry and jumping through, the portal shutting before the big, burly men could get through.

Coco had no clue how long she was falling for, before she popped out in the busy streets of Manehattan. Ponies were everywhere, and taxis flew about as trains rattled over on overhead viaducts. It was suspiciously like New York, come to think of it.

Coco trotted into town, looking for her workshop. Suddenly, a familiar sight accosted her. "Coffee?"

Coco rolled her eyes. "What do you want Suri? I've already told you I'm not working for you again."

"Aw, shucks, this ain't a work offer," Suri replied. "Wanna try my new brew? Turns out that latte to the face was quite the inspiration, remember?"

"It's seriously good," Aunt Orange added, as she headed on her way. "Babs!"

"Inspiration?" Coco asked. It seemed the memories hadn't finished downloading yet.

"Totally. After that, I left fashion and founded my own coffee shop. Trust me, the work is so much more fulfilling and a lot more financially stable. So, I ask again- coffee? It's my new brew, m'kay?"

Coco took the flask, and continued on her way. Funny, that. Coco was the big, famous, succesful designer, which she had honestly thought she would never be, and Suri had admitted her faults and turned her life around, becoming a better pony in the process.

Life's a funny thing, eh?

Author's Note:

Man, it's getting tough to write new ideas in the midst of a lockdown. Still, Jimmy requested this, so there's that.

Suri Polomare and Aunt Orange are from two previous Jimmy stories. Unfortunately, the Suri Polomare one has been deleted from deviantart, so here's the aunt Orange one.

[Unpublished stories cannot be embedded]

The entire story is a joke on the legal kerfuffle that surrounded Coco Pommel, as Coco Chanel issued a legal claim against Hasbro. Not keen to take on a massive corporation, Hasbro changed the character's name. Given Coco Chanel herself was a Nazi collaborator, it was probably for the best.

Go to the bonus chapter for a clue on Suri's origins...

Comments

[The Blue EM2]

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Jimmy's requests keep getting weirder.

[JimmyHook19]

Given Coco Chanel herself was a Nazi collaborator, it was probably for the best.

Even though as I will still say from me:

1. The two are nothing alike in terms of personality

2. Coco is a given name.

Anywho, aside from that, excellent transformation for of me transforming into Coco Pommel X3

[The Blue EM2]

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What was your favourite bit?