When some of the worlds population has been changed and the future at times looks bleak, what choice do we have left but to follow our heart?
Every action we take, we do because it seems like the best. Most of the decisions we make is with the interests of others in mind. How would people think, react, or feel if when we do anything? That is what concerns us. Not enough people in the world have the courage to follow their heart. To do what feels right, to make themselves and those around them happy for a decision that was made with their very soul. So what happens when all seems lost and the world confused, what choice do we have left then to follow our own heart?
A/N: This is a story that I have made with permission from TOOS0BER as collaboration with his story Love and Tolerance if you haven't read it yet then please do, it is a very good story.
Also, cover image was something that I found on the web, I DO NOT OWN IT!!! If your interested I found the link that belongs with it too.
Inspired by TOOS0BER's “Love and Tolerance”. I have been given permission to run a collaboration with him so please check his story out as well, since both of our stories will intermingle with each other at points. Enjoy.
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Change
Change.
We all want it at some point of our life.
We want to change how we look, how we act, or that stupid light bulb that keeps blinking in the refrigerator.
But then again, some of us don't want change or are to cheep to buy one of those long lasting light bulbs instead of the cruddy kind with the bad lighting.
But first, allow me to clarify...
How badly do we want change?
Some people are ignorant, always wanting their lives to change because they think change is exciting, that it will be fun. At almost any normal point in time that is true and most any person would welcome it, seeing it as a new adventure. Well you know what?
This time it's not normal.
And I'll prove to you why you always watch what you wish for.
Especially when that wish relates to magical talking cartoon ponies.
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*Beep beep beep!*
Ugh, not again...
I groaned at the infamous cause for my waking up this morning and sluggishly tried to get out of bed. I have no idea why my clock was across the room, maybe because I wanted to ensure that I woke up every morning but I just can't take-
*Beep beep beep!*
God damn it all.
Anyway, I try to get up out of bed to turn it off before I change my mind and smash it with a hammer, but something felt weird.
That or incredibly wrong...
I shrugged it off and chalked it up to morning drowsiness, though that gets kinda hard when you feel kinda funnier than normal when waking up. I mean, we all feel kinda funny but this was abnormal, you know when how sometimes when you wake up and your still tired? Well, frankly, I felt like I just ran a marathon; and I have the sweat to prove it in the sheets.
*Beep beep beep!*
Ewww...
A million thoughts began to enter my head as I grew more aware, thoughts like; Why the hell is it so damp? Why the hell does it feel like my muscles are burning? Why the hell am I so sore? And why the hell does it feel like my back is now an ant farm!? AND WHY THE BLOODY HELL IS THE GODDAMN CLOCK STILL BEEPING!?!?
As you can see, hell is a favorite word in my vocabulary.
I threw off the covers and sat up, throwing my legs out to the side so that I slid out of bed in one fluid motion due to experience.
Now, usually, I could do this with my eyes closed; half asleep or not. Don't worry about me, my bed may be a few feet off the ground but my insane hight usually compensates for that. You see, despite being the the third oldest child out of six, I'm the tallest, a whopping 6ft 3in. I can pretty much touch the ceiling in my house by reaching up, I can stand over anybody in a conversation and I'm also the one people go to when a light bulb in the house needs to be changed.
*Beep beep beep!*
Did I just get smaller or did my bed get taller?
For some reason I fell farther than I expected, sliding down the coverings a bit before forcefully landing on my already sore feet and stumbling a ways.
I already felt like crap, now I feel like shit.
I yelped out in alarm as I comically tumbled from my bed to the door that rested a few feet away, hitting it quite hard.
“Owww... That smarts.” I whined in a girlie like voice while rubbing my face with a hoof.
No, wait, that's not right, it's supposed to be a hand.
I looked down at my hoof, which was blue.
*Beep beep beep!*
Nope, I had it right the first time.
Tick tick tick ding! Running Brain.exe
“Wait a minute, I don't have hooves.” I said frowning.
My eyes went wide.
“My voice doesn't sound that high pitched either...”
Panic began to become apparent in my voice as well, it seemed.
“A-and I'm not supposed to be blue!”
I proceeded to scream like a little girl.
*Beep beep beep!*
I soon heard movement as several people almost instantly woke up and I clamped my hooves over my mouth, my eyes wide.
“What was that!?” My Mom called in a sleepy but stern tone from the bedroom across the hall.
More people began to wake up in the house and in a sudden feeling of not wanting to be seen I immediately slammed the door shut with more force than necessary, baring my back against the door as I began to hyperventilate in my panic. Due to the more noise that made though, more people began to wake up and I eventually heard several footsteps make it to my door.
*Beep beep beep!*
“Honey, are you alright in there?” My Mom knocked, concern in her voice.
“Turn the bloody alarm off!” My Dad shouted, sounding annoyed that he woke up so early in the morning.
“Um, uh, um...” I began to sweat some more in panic.
I quickly stumbled over to my clock, trying to run as fast as I can on four legs, and reached as far as I can to touch the button on the top. I began frantically hobbling up and down to reach it but, well... I'm really not sure what I was doing exactly, throwing my weight against the drawer would be the better way to describe it.
*Beep beep beep!*
“I SAID TO TURN IT OFF!” My Dad shouted, now sounding outraged.
The sudden shout and sheer volume caused me to shoot straight up in the air in fright. Luckily, though, I still had enough sense left to hit the button on my way back down, turning the alarm off and tumbling again because I landed on three legs.
“Maybe he got a c-”
“I'm fine!” I shouted a little too quickly, cutting one of my brothers off as I got up hesitantly.
“Are you sure? Cause if you-”
“Nononononono! I'm perfectly fine, nothing wrong in here!” I said, hoping that they would believe me so that they would go away.
“So I guess that explains why you scream like a little girl.” I heard a high five through the door, probably from Paul and Jason.
As I could hear my Mom scolding them from their side of the door as I was about to make a retort, but I was interrupted when I heard somebody scream. Judging by the sound of it though it came from the basement so that meant it was...
Conor!
Despite how worried I felt when I heard my brother's scream I felt a little better hearing everyone's footsteps leave the hallway and go down the two flights of stairs to bother his room now. I sighed as I sank to the floor, relief filling my body, only to be replaced by sheer horror at what happened to me. I got up and was about to lock my door when a predicament arrived.
How am I supposed to lock a door without hands?
I stared at the lock and then at my hooves, I swear to god it's like they're laughing at me. I contemplated on maybe using my mouth or maybe nudging over the lock with my nose but felt like it wouldn't be worth the effort since I would have to unlock it when I wanted to leave. I didn't have to worry about opening the door though since just about all the doors in the house had handles instead of knobs. I tried shuffling a little, fight and flight instincts already gone from my scare, moving away from the door slowly and out in the open area of my room. I then proceeded to look myself over and investigate the new changes of my body.
As it turned out, I was a horse. Well, not exactly a horse, a pony; the specific kind from My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic. I'm a brony so I felt a little better at least knowing that I knew what I was. I even felt a little excited, I always wanted to know what it was like to be a pony. But anyway, off topic, from what I could see of myself I still had on my PS3 pajamas so most of myself was covered up. If I looked at my arms-no, wait, that would that be a foreleg now? Well, either way, I was a dark, navy blue. Looking into my mane, from what I could see of it in my eyes; some of it was a dark brown, surprisingly the same color as my previous hair, as well as some of the blue that matched my coat as well. I soon heard exclamations of shock and voices of worried concern so I decided now was the time to man up and just go out there to see what's up with Connor.
And confront what happened to me, of course, how could I forget that...
I slowly walked over to the door, practicing and memorizing the pattern of my steps and made it too the door. Good, that was easy, next is to open the door. All I had to do was just nudge the handle up with my... Nose? Snout? Muzzle? Not sure, may want to talk to a horse doctor after this...
Anyway, door opening; also successful.
“This way too easy I mean really, my house was made for a...”
I looked at the stairs leading to the 1st floor of the house.
“Spoke too soon.”
I looked down the stairs and placed my hoof on the first one. There was an immediate shift in balance and I tensed up, ready to fall, but when I didn't I slowly placed another hoof and then another. Pretty quickly I had a pattern set up and was almost trotting down the stairs. Seriously, again, way too easy. But I feel like I'm forgetting something, oh look, a wall! I better stop...
How do I stop?
I could only watch in sheer terror as I was going at a steady speed at an angle towards a wall that bended around to lead to more stairs. A loud thud and sudden stop later and I had earned myself some cool bruises RIGHT ON MY FACE!!!
“O-owww...” I whimpered, rubbing my nose.
Face bashing seems to be an occurrence for me, better be more wary in the future...
I turned slowly and made my way to where the next set of stairs were, this time descending at a much slower pace and watching my step. That'll teach physics to mess with me, by not getting my face bashed in by walls and/or doors. Yeah, good plan. As I neared the bottom I heard voices coming from the family room.
“I-I just don't understand how this could have happen!? I mean, I just- I don't even know how but it's him, I swear... Just, why is he a horse?” I heard Conor say and I froze in my tracks.
How did he know I was a pony!? He was all the way down stairs and he couldn't have peeked in while I was in my room, unless he came in the middle of the night. But then he would be panicking then, so why would he... Wait, what if-
“He's not a horse, you know. He's a pony. At least you can still recognize him, though. Guess he really is still your son.” I heard my other older brother reply.
Now, you might find it strange that Axel said “son”. Truth be told though, he's right. The reason why Conor's still living with us at the moment is because he's taking care of Chase who really is his child.
Wait a second, if he mentioned something about Chase so that would imply-
“Daddy, my tummy hurts...” A pitiful whine broke my thoughts.
Now I had a sure gut feeling that my suspicions were correct, and if I can put voices to faces then the other transformed occupier of the house is...
I peered around the corner, careful to not ram my head into it, so that I can get a good look on the situation, despite my serious lack of height at the moment I could still get a good view of the room. Dad sat at the table with a cup of coffee and a shocked expression on his face. He was staring off into the distance, mumbling something or another about paying college for a horse. Mom, was next to him, rubbing his shoulder and whispering comforting words into his ear. Paul and Jason were quickly talking to each other in whispers and glanced in what was Axel and Conor's direction. Conor sat on a chair, a stupefied look on his face and was talking to Axel about something, all the while petting a My Little Pony plushie, to my surprise.
Since when did Conor get a plushie? And one at that size anyway- wait...
Oh my god it just moved.
I stared wide eyed at the little doll as it began to wiggle from where it sat and made quite an adorable yawn while rubbing it's stomach, several gurgling sounds coming from it.
“Daddyyyy, I'm hungry!!!” I heard Chase's voice come from the tiny foal's mouth as as it began tugging on Conor's chest.
Oh my god again, it's Chase!
He looked like, well, a foal! An actual, adorable, foal from MLP: FIM. He had a yellow coat, similar to Spitfire's, and a sky blue mane and tail. His mane was short, just like it was before when he was a pony but now it was a little long too so it actually fit him surprisingly well. The icing off the cake though was that he was a Unicorn too, so there was a cute little bump sticking out of his head. Damn, the little bugger was fucking adorable!!!
“Shhh. It's okay, we'll get you something to eat.” Conor looked to Axel with worry.
“Dude, seriously, what do I do? I don't know what hor- er, ponies eat but I don't think they can eat most of the stuff he likes anymore, right?.”
“Chill out, he's a herbivore now so he can't eat anything that's meat related, and since he's in a new body, a pony one at that, I'm not sure how his body would react to preservatives so that's also out...” Axel paused in deep thought.
Now felt like a good time to intervene; If I knew Axel he would somehow convince Conor to let Chase eat flowers and I don't think Mom would like a growing foal eating her petunias at all. The only problem now, is how do I go about this? Do I just announce before hand? Or do I just get it over with? Maybe I should go in really quietly and they'll notice me at the last minute?
In the end I just decided to suck it up and too a deep breath, raised my posture into a confident stance and in the best deep voice as I could in my new body put my two cents into the conversation.
“I know what your thinking Axel, and don't even try it. It's stupid, and Mom will be pissed as hell; Just give him some carrots and he should be fine until somebody goes to the store or something.” I said, walking into the room and pretending that I wasn't turned into a pony, which is actually surprisingly hard.
Axel turned and looked as if he was about to make a snappy comeback but froze when he locked eyes with me. Everyone froze what they were doing and stared at me. It was now that I realized that since BOTH my voice and body changed that they might not recognize me... Well fuck.
Anyway, I kept walking my way to Chase and ruffled his mane a bit with my hoof.
“Hey Chase, how's it going?” I said in that cheery voice that everyone uses when they talk to a four year old.
Conor frowned a little and raised a hand to smack my face or something, unknown creature and all, but stopped when Chase rose from his lap and hugged me around the neck.
“Spencer!” He shouted happily.
Everyones jaw literally dropped, or at least I think the drop. I know I heard something hit the floor so it was either somebody dropped something or peoples mouthes are now unhinged and are getting to know the floor quite well.
“S-Spencer?” Conor broke the silence, staring wide eyed at me but soon it turned into confusion.
“Is that really you?”
“Yeah, it's me.” I smiled sheepishly while rubbing Chases back; the little guy just didn't want to let go yet.
He soon let go though and looked back to Conor.
“Daaadddyyyyy.” He said in a whiny voice and with the most adorable eyes I've ever seen, or at least I would have seen if Chase's wasn't turned away. I could tell they were extremely adorable because Conors eyes just went wide and he seemed to zone out for a second.
“Um, yeah, sure kiddo.” He picked him up and set him on the floor as he got up and went into the kitchen; obviously to get those carrots that I mentioned earlier.
It's at this moment that my Mom walks up to me and kneels in front of me. She looks into my eyes for about a minute. Without blinking. I was truthfully beginning to feel pretty self conscious about myself and was going to take an uneasy step back when she suddenly flew her arms around me into a hug and began to cry into my shoulder.
“Oh my baby, my sweet, sweet, baby.” She began to stroke her hands through my hair while she quietly cried.
This came as a complete shock to me and I began to instantly calm down. I mean really, it felt wonderful for some reason. I guess she was doing it sub-consciously because she just kept going. Maybe it was some kind of coping mechanism? She's actually taking this better than I thought, truthfully. I mean, how would you react when one of your kids got turned into a colorful horse?
“Hey, it's okay Mom. I'm alright.” I stopped trying to deepen my voice and tried to sound as, well, I dunno. It sounded actually motherly due to my voice being unusually high pitched compared to what it used to be. Kinda ironic, really, looking at this situation.
Both Paul and Jason's eyes went wide at how my voice sounded. Wow, it must've changed more than I thought.
“Seriously, bro, what happened to your voice?” Paul said.
“Yeah, you almost sound like a-” He was cut off when Axel came out of no-where behind them and put a hand around their mouths and began to pull them back.
“You'll have to excuse us for a moment, I have some thing important to talk about to these guys.” He put pressure in the word serious and began to pull both of them back, probably into the basement where no one can here their little talk.
I took a look around the room and I finally noticed that someone wasn't here.
“Hey guys, where's Terry?” I said aloud.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up in surprise, sudden realization coming across their face.
“You don't think...” Mom began to say, thoughts of I dunno what going through her head at a thousand miles a minute.
“Maybe he's still asleep?” Conor said, walking back in the room with a bag of carrots.
He fished his hand in the bag for a second before pulling out a few baby carrots and giving them to Chase. He greedily grabbed them with his hooves, which made our eyes go wide in surprise, and began to happily munch on them. They were gone in ten seconds flat.
“Can I have another, Daddy?” He said, looking back up at Conor.
“Sure squirt, lets just go quickly check on Terry, okay?” He set the bag down and scooped Chase up as we began to make our way towards the stairs, me albeit slowly since I was still not used to my new legs.
We met Paul, Jason and Axel at the stairs. Mom, Dad and Conor went up first, then Paul and Jason, but before they started to climb the stairs they glanced back at me before rushing up to the top.
Huh, that was weird though, the looks on their faces was looked to be akin to pity or something... Well, kind of understandable, being turned into a pony and all. Anyway, I stopped at the steps as Axel began to climb, thinking on how I was gonna do this. He noticed I had stopped though and stopped too, turning around to face me with a look of worry.
“Hey, you okay?” He said, concern evident in his voice.
“Uh, yeah. Just trying to figure out how I'm gonna do this.” I said, raising a hoof a bit, thinking that once I start it would come naturally.
Seriously, how much harder is it to climb up stairs than to go down stairs? My body was so eager to go down stairs just a second ago. I swear, if there was a climbing down stairs race then I would totally get first prize.
…
What the HELL did I just think???
My eyes slowly got wide at the weird thoughts going through my head but Axel probably took it as my sudden realization that I didn't know how to climb stairs. He sighed and I yelped when he scooped me up like a dog. Not used to the quick change of height in my new body I instantly grappled his neck with my hooves.
“W-what the hell are you doing!?” I almost shouted, completely scared of being held like an animal.
I mean, really, I know I changed but does that mean I can get man handled? Preferably not! Also, what if I fall? How do even animals find this to be okay!?
“Relax,” He said, rubbing my back to calm me down while climbing up the stairs. “It's just till we get to the top...” He trailed off when his hand touched something on my back.
Something unfamiliar.
It felt weird, foreign almost, but it also felt like it belonged there as well. I tried to move my head to take a look but apparently Axel gently squeezed it, somehow, and my back erupted in an explosion of pain. Oh my god, it hurt so much, spots of colors formed in my vision and it felt like somebody just stuck a soldering iron in my back and left it there. I kicked myself away from Axel but in my haste I forgot that I was at least a good few feet above the ground still and dropped like a pebble.
“Ow!” We both exclaimed at the same time, him rubbing his chest and me huddled on the floor, curled up in a ball.
The pain finally began to recede a little bit from my back but now it felt like somebody was poking it with a thousand needles. It was as if my foot was asleep, except for some strange reason it was my back. Paul came in the hallway, a confused look on his face, but when he saw me on the ground he quickly rushed over and put a hand on my shoulder but I instinctively flinched back.
“What happened?” He said worriedly.
“I dunno. One moment I was carrying him up the stairs and the next thing I know I got the wind knocked out of me.” Axel replied.
He stopped rubbing and carefully made his way over to me, trying to figure out what was wrong. Frankly, I was getting pretty scared and confused right now, I have no idea why I lashed out at him and I whimpered as I tried to get up, the pins and needles now turning into a restless itch. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with my back?
“Hey, I'm sorry if I-” I cut him off with a grunt and began stumbling into my room, my pajamas now clinging to me at an odd angle and feeling VERY uncomfortable.
“It's not your fault.” I said, turning to look at them. “But for some reason my back itches like hell...” I paused to try and somehow relieve the itch in my back but I just couldn't seem reach it.
“Can, uh, can you guys help me take these off?”
Axel's eyes went wide while Paul started blushing furiously. They just stood there, dumbstruck until I broke them out of it.
“Oh come on! It's not like your gay or anything.” I said, a scowl appearing on my face and I turned away to hide the blush that was slowly creeping up my face as well.
“Not like there isn't anything wrong with it if you are.” I tried edging them on, I knew it was a sorta cruel joke but you'll have to excuse me since I currently have the itch of Satan on my back.
Luckily, Paul took the bait and quickly snapped out of it.
“Whoa, low blow man. But yeah, If you need me to...” He trailed off and walked toward me, holding his chin in his hand as if in thought, probably to figure out how to take them off.
Axel walked up too, composed as well, and looked me up and down.
“I think we'll have to cut the shirt off, your head looks too big to pull it off.” He deducted.
“Yeah, sure, whatever, fine, just do it!!!” I had my head turned around and tried to pull one end over my head with my mouth.
Axel sighed and grabbed either side of the collar and with a mighty pull tore it so that way it may be removed. Paul came around and deftly pulled my pajama bottoms and boxers off. Soon the articles of clothing were gone and I stretched a little, no longer confined and finally feeling relieved as the itch was disappearing. I turned to give my brothers thanks but they both stared at me in shock, Paul looking really surprised while Axel stared in awe.
“Hey, what is it? I don't have anything on my face, right?” I said, screwing my face up and looking at my nose, I stopped though when there was a ruffling sound and I felt a quick flutter of feeling on my back.
I paused in surprise, my eyes wide. I looked up to Axel and Paul but since they were in front of me they couldn't have touched my so then what...
My mind went blank as I stared at the new appendages that were on my back.
Wings.
Truthfully, this is also the first time I had really good look at my body, or at least a larger portion of it. From where I can see I can now confirm that I was blue. A really dark blue, not much else to describe it, maybe navy blue? Well, below my wings I had a long, soft looking tail that was a dark chocolate brown with some blue streaks in it that also matched my coat color. Kinda weird, I expected it to be little shorter and a bit more, I dunno, rugged? Looked like something that a model would have.
If models were ponies, that is, but now I'm getting off topic.
I looked back at my brothers, and suddenly feeling very self conscience about my appearance, tried to find a way to snap them out of their shocked states.
“So, uh, how do I look?” I said, glancing at the ground while blushing slightly.
Wait, blushing?
I was shocked I was having these feelings. These were my brothers! What the hell!? Sure, I never stood out right naked in front of them but I don't think that would be something to blush about, would it? They both stuttered something and looked at the ground, nervous. God, why is this getting so awkward!?
More or less, why do I even care about my appearance? I never cared how I looked before... Could it be that maybe this transformation didn't just occur to my body but my mind as well?
If so, then I'm acting like a total pansy and I really need to stop.
There were some footsteps outside and soon Jason came in, a shocked look on his face.
“Guys, you won't believe what happened... to... Terry...” He slowed down when he looked at me.
“Well, uh, you know what I mean. Just, come see for yourselves” He started again, turning away and motioning for us to follow.
Paul, Axel and I exchanged nervous glances. Judging from what Jason said, Terry was turned into a pony too. At least he won't be the only one...
This made me think for a moment. Why were we turning into ponies? I mean, yeah, a whole lot of people might think it would be cool but then again, why us? Are there any others out there that were transformed or are we the only ones?
I shoved these thoughts to the back of my head as we entered Terry's room. Everyone stood in the small, cramped sleeping space. Since Terry was the youngest, he got the smallest room. In one corner laid a short twin sized bed, in the other corner was a bookshelf that held dozens upon dozens of popular children books that someone would read to him at night. Toys were littered everywhere on the floor and if you didn't watch your step you'll step on a Lego. I took a couple steps into the room but stopped suddenly when I heard a loud crunch. Everyone turned to me and I froze as I slowly lifted my hoof to see what it was. It was a Lego.
A now shattered red 2x3 if you wanted to be precise.
“Oops.” I said, smiling sheepishly.
Note to self, hooves are a lot stronger then Legos.
Everyone in the room quickly turned to the bed when it began to stir while Mom sat down on the covers next to a mound on the bed.
“Terrance?” She whispered while shaking the now stirring form a little.
“Mgh, don't wanna...” Terry replied under the covers.
Mom sighed; since nothing with him seemed to be wrong yet she might as well get right in on her usual routine for waking him up.
“Terrance, if you don't get up in five I am going to have Paul and Jason to do a repeat of what occurred on the April fools from two years ago.” She said in a stern voice, but the glint in her eyes told that she was joking.
Paul and Jason stared at each other eagerly and looked just about ready to shoot off to get the duck tape, shaving cream, dental floss and camera. Don't ask what they'll do with that stuff, just know that it took a long while to clean Terry's room after words.
Anyway, that seemed to work quite well because almost instantly the mound became a flurry of limbs and I can hear Terry's muffled voice screaming “I'm up! I'm up!”. My Mom decided to help and in a deft motion pulled the covers off of her son; let's just say though, despite what some of us were feeling, it was still quite a shock.
There, wrapped in a cocoon of baby blue blankets, was Terry.
Or at least we thought it was Terry.
To meet all of our stares, two large dark green orbs stared back that belonged to a young earthy green colt. He had a light tan mane with lime green streaks running through it. To top it all off he was wearing Batman pajamas. Man, I knew Terry's favorite color was green but this took the cake; though I guess I'm not much better, blue being my favorite color and all...
Actually, Terry's eyes aren't normally green, they're hazel. Everyones eyes are- er, I mean, almost everyone, are hazel. I actually never got a good look at either mine or Chase's faces either, I was too busy panicking over being turned into a pony and how adorable my nephew was. I'll need to take a look at our eyes later.
Terry had a look of shock and wonder on his face as he stared at everyone in the room and then the two ponies who he began to realize were from his favorite show, or at least the same universe.
“Whoa...” was all he breathed out as a sudden thought looked to have to cross his mind and his eyes grew wide, excitement sparking to life in them.
“Spencer? Chase?” I scoffed at how he was able to recognize us so easily while Chase replied by rapidly nodding up and down. How is that even possible? I mean, maybe it's cause we're related? Maybe there's some creepy magic that's happening at this very moment so that we could easily recognize each other...
Or it may be the fact that we're all vastly different ages so he could easily point out the size of each pony to the human that is missing.
“How do you know it's us?” I asked while Terry quickly directed his attention towards me. “We're in different bodies than before and you shouldn't know it's us unless you heard our voice.”
He cocked his head to the side. “Well...” He started. “You both look like the ponies you made for each of us.” He looked at Chase. “Chase looks like Cobalt Flare” He then looked back at me. “And you look sorta like Blue Spark, just...” He paused, frowning his head as if there was something wrong.
“More real?” I coaxed.
He nodded hesitantly but still didn't look too sure.
“Wait, you know what you are?” Dad asked, looking at us incredulously.
I coughed lightly. “Ahem, well, yeah... I guess...”
Taking another look at both Chase and Terry I took a deep breath.
“I, uh... Sorta made an OC for all of us on a pony creator program...” I blushed slightly while looking down. “Turns out that our bodies seemed to be based off of it so far.”
“Really? What do I look like?” Axel asked, intrigued.
I ignored him and focused on Terry. “So, how are you feeling, Terra Bolt?” I put extra emphasis on his pony name, wondering if he would catch on...
He apparently did.
A quick look of realization spread across his features and he looked down, only to gasp in surprise as he slowly brought a hoof up to his face.
Wonder when he's gonna start panicking?
“THIS SO AWESOME!!!” He shouted, grinning widely.
I'll take that as a never, then.
He instantly began flailing his newfound hooves everywhere, smiling as if it was Christmas.
“Oh man this is so cool! I always wanted to be a pony! 'GASP!' That means I can actually get my cutie mark!!! I wonder what it'll be? Maybe I'll be an astronaut! Or-or maybe a-” He was cut off when Axel put a hand over his mouth, er, muzzle, effectively silencing him and grabbing his attention.
“Whoa, cool it, squirt. We need to figure out what's going on before anything else. Got it?”
Terry nodded and Axel removed his hand.
“This is so cool!!!” He continued to quietly gush.
I giggled at the way his face looked, it was really adorable. Sadly, it was not to last, and Mom asked what seemed the most important question at the moment.
“Spencer, where are your pajamas?”
Yes, very good question, especially when two of your children and nephew are now ponies.
“Well, I, um...” I stammered. Dammit, what's a good excuse for standing indecent in front of your mother???
“We kinda had to rip em off since they didn't quite fit him so well anymore.” Paul, god bless him, came to my rescue by indicating my wings and coming up with a good excuse.
“You ripped them off!?” Oh my god, Paul, you have fucked up now... Wait, why isn't she surprised about the wings!? I mean, come on, I can fly now!!!
“They were really itchy and there was no other way to get them off.” I pleaded.
My Mother sighed and just stood up from the bed.
“I'm need some coffee...” All the males stepped aside for her as she exited the room and no made her way downstairs.
“What now?” Jason asked.
Good point, nobody at the moment had any clue as of what to do.
“Well, first off, let's go check the news. This couldn't have been a coincidence so maybe there are some other people who got turned into ponies too.” Conor said out loud.
Everyone nodded in agreement. What else do we have to loose? What can we even do? We could all just stand here awkwardly but then nothing would get done.
We all began to move out of the room but stopped when we heard some shuffling from the bed. Turning around we saw that Terry was still stuck in the blankets.
“Guys! Hey guys, little help here?” He said, struggling, but we could all tell that he was making it worse.
Axel sighed and went over to help him out.
“Terry, seriously, chill. You're making it worse.”
He stopped struggling and let Axel unravel the sheets. While he did that everyone made their way downstairs, me albeit a bit more slowly. No way in hell am I being carried like a dog again, rather smash my face in the wall. Luckily, I was slow enough this time that I didn't outright hit the wall, just used it as a final stopping point.
After FINALLY getting down the stairs I headed into the family room where everyone was, the TV just turning on and Dad switching over to the news. He sat in his chair in front of the table, looking at the TV, Mom was next to him, just staring at her coffee with a blank look before taking a big swig of it, shivering slightly. Paul and Jason sat on opposite ends of the couch, also looking at the TV while Conor sat in the cushion between them with Chase on his lap, giving him a carrot to munch on once in a while. I felt a little guilty about the whole pajamas being torn off, Mom definitely looked upset about it so I decided to comfort her.
“Hey Mom?” I walked up to her and put a foreleg on one of her legs, catching her attention from her coffee.
“I'm sorry about getting my clothes torn, they were the only way to get them off. If there was any other way we would've done it.”
Mom sighed and put a hand on the back of my head, scratching my ear slightly. It caught me off guard but it felt nice, so I continued to let her do it; mostly as a way to distract her from the fact that her children were becoming a different species entirely. Still, felt really good.
“It's okay. It's just that this is all happening so fast and-” She stopped short as Axel walked in with Terry, setting him down. Terry had a look of discomfort on his face.
“Hey, do you think you can get these off please? They're really itchy.” Mom's eyes dilated to pinpricks.
“Sure thing kiddo!”
“No! Wait! Don't do-”
*RIP*
“-it...” The words died out in her throat as Axel threw the torn Batman pajamas to the side.
“Sorry Batman, but it had to be done.” Axel said solemnly.
“May he forever be in our hearts.” Paul stated sadly.
“And our video games.” Jason added.
“That too.”
Mom let out a long sigh, hanging her head in defeat.
“I give up. I just don't care anymore. If you boys feel like craping in the middle of the living room now that your horses I wont mind...”
Dad turned to her, raising an eyebrow, while Paul and Jason pretended to sit down on an invisible toilet while making farting noises.
“Will you both stop that!” He snapped, glaring at them.
They immediately seized up and slowly sat back down on the couch, nervously glancing at the floor.
“You think this is funny!? That this is some kind of joke!?” He got up and stood over them as they hung their heads in shame, his voice rising as he got closer.
“How would you feel if you were in this kind of position, huh!? Would like it if I laughed at you!?”
Oh man this is bad, looks like he's finally letting out all of his frustration; and it's directed at Paul and Jason. I wanted to say something but if I did I would likely get yelled at too. There had to be some kind of distraction...
“Uh, guys? Your gonna wanna see this.” Conor said as he pointed to the TV.
Everyone stopped and looked at the screen while Mom picked up the remote and raised the volume. On screen the anchor man was seated at his wooden desk with a fake view of the city behind him. He was shuffling through some papers and looked rather nervous, which was rather strange as he was always shown with confidence, even if he made the once in a while mishap on camera. His co-anchor was also surprisingly missing but we didn't pay much mind to that. He shuffled the papers for another second before a voice off camera could be heard saying “Your on!” He nervously glanced off camera and mouthed “Are you sure you want me to say this?” There must've been some hand motions or something because a moment later he took a deep breath and turned to the camera with a forced smile.
“Good morning America and welcome to CNN news! Reports of thousands of individuals being mysteriously “changed” have been occurring this morning. These reports state that they were no longer themselves, all cases being that the victim has been turned into some kind of strange creature.”
The anchor man paused as the image switched to show several severe accidents and people, as well as ponies, being taken to the hospital on stretchers. The scene was actually quite scary as some of the accidents looked really life threatening.
“Due to the sudden change, and people trying to drive around in their new condition, car crash reports have been at a all time high, at least a few dozen in the last hour, and is expected to increase dramatically throughout the day.”
The image then switched back to the anchor man.
“We'll go more in-depth as the situation progresses but now, time for the weather!” The screen the switched over to the weatherman as he began to highlight areas and started to report how they expected clear skies for today.
Everyone in the room immediately started talking but I ignored them as the weatherman zoomed in on the lightning bolt on screen and continued to talk about the strange phenomenon.
“In other news the extra terrestrial phenomenon is still inactive and passive after first appearing just outside lunar orbit almost one year ago next week.” he continued “Scientists all over the world are still studying the phenomenon and report that there is no active threat. Still, though, reaction forces are on stand-by in case of emergency.”
I glanced out the window to the large lightning bolt shaped tear in the sky. It appeared to be have made by a swirl of strange colours, always shifting, causing it to have an ominous appearance. When it first showed up in the sky there was a world wide panic but after a few days people calmed down enough to go on with their daily lives. The military, like the weatherman said, is still actively watching it in case of danger but by now it seems highly unlikely.
I sighed as I turned away from the TV to look at everyone. They seemed to have calmed down a bit which is good but Conor and Dad still looked worried and were eagerly discussing something. I sighed again, drooping slightly at remembering how strange my voice suddenly was. Seriously, what the hell?
“Why do I sound so different?” I finally voiced my concern out loud.
As I turned to look at everyone Axel seemed to freeze but Mom decided to inquire further.
“What do you mean? You've all changed.” She said, eyebrow raised.
I shook my head, “But that's the thing, despite the fact that our bodies were changed” I motioned to Chase, Terry and myself. “only my voice changed, see?”
I then did one of the most worst possible things that I could do.
I tried to sing.
Now hold on, you might think that this might not be such a bad thing. Sure, some people can't sing and when they try it's not that great but is still kinda bearable but you don't know me. I can't sing for the life of me due to how deep my voice is. It's not extremely deep but deep enough that I can't sing well at most pitches and any other I can't do at all. So, in theory, if I can't get sound to come out it's impossible, right? Wrong! The few times I try and “force” myself to even try the only sound I get is a loud whine that sounds like a puppy is choking, it's not pretty. So, you'll have to understand that when my family saw me take a deep breath and open my mouth they all quickly covered their ears (Even Chase), closed their eyes and prayed to whatever god there is above that they would survive.
Luckily I was right in that my voice changed because when I opened my mouth and began to sing a little melody that, surprisingly, sounded very good. The looks on everyones faces was priceless as I repeated the melody a couple times, just to get the feel of my new vocal cords... and maybe rub in the fact that I can now sing. Damn do I sound good!
“Well, looks like I can sing now.” I said, giving them a smug look.
Everyones mouths hanged open. A moment later Mom seemed to have regained her composer and looked at me in astonishment.
“That was well done honey! But you're right, your voice does sound very different...” She trailed off and began to look deep in thought.
“That was so cool! You almost sound like Fluttershy!” Terry said in excitement, but then paused for a moment. “Or would it be Rainbow Dash? I mean you kinda sound like a mixture of both, which is weird despite the fact that your a boy.”
“Fluttershy? Rainbow Dash?” I said in surprise.
“Who's Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash?” My Mom asked, looking to Terry.
Axel was now sweating bullets and seemed nervous as hell. He was looking at Terry and making hand motions for him to stop talking, which was actually suspicious. Why would he though? He doesn't have anything to hide-
“They're two of the main characters from the show My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic.” Everyone seemed to nod but froze when they heard what he said next. “Speaking of which, you kinda look like them too. Weird, right?”
Now, everyone didn't know quite enough about the show to point faces to names but there is one thing that they all knew about for a fact, and that was...
1. The main characters of the show are mares.
2. The term mare also translates to girl pony.
3. I not just sounded but also looked like some of the main characters from the show.
My ass hit the floor as I had to sit down due to shock while I began to make the connection. If I looked like either Fluttershy or Rainbow Dash then that could mean only one thing.
I was a girl.
As I began to hyperventilate my mind quickly began to realize how much it suddenly makes sense. I instantly tried to come up with some way to distract myself, anyway to stay off the topic for as long as I can. Sadly, that distraction came in the form of Axel when he stepped forward to comfort me. I soon came to another conclusion as I just realized something. Axel was a huge fan of My Little Pony so he could easily tell the gender of a pony just by looking at them. Furthermore, he was acting suspicious ever since the beginning this morning when I entered the family room the first time.
My thoughts went back to recall when he put his hands over the mouth of Paul and Jason and things just began to click.
The talk in the basement.
When they were giving me nervous looks.
That look of pity when they came back up.
Axel's nervous look now.
He finally reached me and went down on a knee to be eye level.
“Look, Spencer, I know what you're thinking and-” My thoughts blocked him out as I finally led to the big picture.
This son of a bitch knew that I'm a girl and he didn't bother to tell me!?
“You knew.” It was a whisper, barely loud enough to reach anyones ears, but he heard it and paused for a second before sighing and looking at me with sad eyes.
“Yeah, I knew.” He was about to say more but my mind snatched on what he first said and used it to fuel my anger.
In a swift motion that I barely knew what happened I put as much force in my right hoof that I could and punched him in the chest, knocking Axel on his back and out of breath. I then stepped over to him and held him down as I put my face right up to his and took a deep breath.
“YOU KNEW AND DECIDED NOT TO EVEN TELL ME!? YOU ASSHOLE!!!” I shouted as loud as I could.
I didn't care about my language at the moment but I think at some point Conor and Dad covered Chase's and Terry's ears. It doesn't matter.
“Y-yeah but-”
“BUT NOTHING!” To emphasis my point I stomped my hoof on his chest, hard. He winced as I continued. “YOU THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO TELL PAUL AND JASON BUT NOT ME!? THIS ISN'T EVEN ABOUT THEM! HOW COULD YOU!?” I began to feel tears trying to form in my eyes but I held them back for the sake that I would not let this argument end. “I-I thought I could trust you, t-that you were my friend...”
“I am you're friend, I'm your brother for Pete's sake! I just wanted to wait until-”
“UNTIL WHEN!?” It was getting harder to stay focused now. I could feel the tears coming but I didn't want to cry, not while I'm in front of the person I'm mad at. “Until I-I already knew? U-until everyone else knew? Or until I h-had to use the bathroom?” I looked at him with hurt eyes as I waited for an answer but I got none as he just stuttered, trying to think of something to say.
“Well?”
“I-I don't know...” He trailed off, looking to the side.
I got off of him and began to walk away.
“I thought so.” As I said this I put on the best neutral look that I could and walked out of the room, anyone who was in my way moved aside so it didn't take me long.
I kept it up the mask as I walked outside of the room and trotted up the stairs. I wasn't watching my step though and I slipped as I neared the top and hit my head with a loud thud. Grudgingly, I got up but still kept my face neutral until I reached my room. Once inside I slammed the door close and jumped onto my bed in a single motion. I rested there for a minute before thinking about what happened.
I was turned into a pony from My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic.
I had my gender changed without me realizing it.
My older brother and best friend kept quite about said fact that I was now a mare when I didn't realize it.
And for the first time in my life I blew up in front of my family.
As I continued on and on and on with these thoughts I began to feel worse. I felt the tears slowly creep down my face along my muzzle. It was a weird, foreign feeling and I hated it. I reached over and grab a pillow and pulled it close to myself, trying to stifle my sobs as I could feel myself crying like nothing before.
I hated feeling weak. Insignificant. Like I didn't matter. My brother not telling me, feeling as if it wasn't important; like I wasn't important, made me feel like shit. I knew this feeling well, almost everyone at school couldn't care less how I felt. From freshman year they made fun of me. Sophomore year they spoke rumors about me. Junior year they began to shun me. Now, in senior year, the year where it's supposed to be the best year of all, it was almost like I never existed. My brothers would help make me feel better from time to time but now, now I'm just tired of it. Now that I think about it, Paul and Jason had something to do with it too, since Axel took them away to have a private talk with them; that alone was turning the knife in the already painful metaphorical wound.
As I continued to sob into my pillow I began to feel angry. At times like this when I would think about suicide I began to feel rage. Slowly, my sobs turned into muffled screams and I began to think of things to get back at life; to make it better then what it currently was. To get myself back on track. I don't need Axel, or Paul or Jason or Connor or Terry, Mom and Dad, Chase, anyone! I don't need anybody and I'll be damned if I even begin to fucking care!!! I looked to my left as I rubbed my face to get rid of the tears.
7:00 God, that whole ordeal today was an hour so far!?
I began to feel the weight of hopelessness again but beat it back. I'm in control of my life and I'll be damned if I let this day get any worse! I still had obligations though. I had 45 minutes till I needed to be where I had to be; I still had time if I get Mom or Dad to drive me.
“I don't need anyone, or anything. I don't care about them, and they don't care about me! Look out world because I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take it anymore!!!” I started to shout my little declaration, getting myself pumped and ready for the day, but it was sadly cut short by a knock at the door.
“Honey? Are you okay in there?” Mom sounded worried, hell you'd probably worry about your child too if you heard what I just screamed but I don't care.
I am done handing out free fucks today.
“Hey Mom?” I said, ignoring her question.
“Um, yes sweetie?”
“Pack my lunch, I'm going to school!” And with that I jumped off my bed and headed to the door, ready to take on any challenge this morning and beat today into submission. There is absolutely nothing wrong with this plan, no sir!
Besides, it's not like this day can get any worse, right?
I opened the door and there stood Mom, a shocked look on her face but it quickly turned to concern when she saw me.
“Spencer? Are you really okay?” She asked quietly.
“I'm fine.” I said off handedly as I made my way to the bathroom next door.
She sighed. “Spencer, I know this is all incredibly strange but you need to calm down. Just look at yourself.” She motioned to the hallway mirror.
I complied and nearly jumped back in fright of what I saw.
I was an emotional wreck, if it wasn't for how I'm currently acting you could see it in my eyes. What were probably once beautiful teal blue eyes were now angry and bloodshot, almost stormy in color. Bags hung underneath and my face was red from the tears that I just cried. My mane, instead of chocolate brown with stripes of dark blue, was now a disheveled wreck. The colors that you used to be able to tell apart were now merging together and had a sort of blurring affect. Tufts of mane stuck up every this way and that while the fur on my arms was partially wet and matted. Despite the lack of use of them, my wings weren't much better; feathers stuck out in some parts and they looked ruffled up, giving me a look like I was on edge.
I looked like I could fit in quite well with the rest of crazy town.
I stared there, looking at what I had become and sighed. A good few minutes in the shower will hopefully change this and will also give me some time to think clearly.
“I look like I just visited Arkham City...”
Surprisingly, Mom actually got the joke but I think the laughing is a bit much.
“I don't see what's so funny.” I deadpanned.
“You need to relax, Spencer, things will end up alright in the end. You'll see.” She came down and gave me a hug.
It took me a moment but I tentatively reached my forelegs around her and returned the gesture. Soon, I felt myself relax fully and let her warmth envelop me. We remained like that for a second before I decided to ask a question that has been nagging me.
“Did I go too far?”
“Huh?”
“With Axel. Do you think I shouldn't have blown up like that?” I left her embrace and stepped back, gesturing to myself. “I mean, I know I shouldn't have said those things and believe me, I'm still mad, but should I have gone and done it another way?” I fidgeted for a moment, biting my lower lip and shuffled nervously.
My Mom stood up to her full hight, dwarfing me by a couple feet and seemed to be deep in thought.
“Well... He shouldn't have have kept a secret so personal and important like that hidden from you, although you shouldn't have shouted or said some of those things either.”
I felt my ears lay back as I stared at the ground.
“Truthfully, though, I blame hormones. I don't think you would've done that if you were, well, still you.”
I froze slightly when I heard the word.
“H-hormones?” I squeaked.
“Oh yes. I hate to admit this but most girls are more emotional then men so it makes complete sense. Truthfully, you actually pretty light on him for a girl. Now if it was me...” She gave a devilish smirk. “That's a secret.”
I shivered slightly but tried to keep my emotions under control. Now knowing that I was more emotional was a helpful hint and I might be able to stay in control better.
“Why are girls so emotional?”
“Because we're better than men.” She shrugged and grinned at me as I actually laughed, which was rare even when I was human.
“Ha Ha Haaa... Good one, but now I need to take a shower and get ready for school.” I began to walk in the bathroom and began to close the door.
“Are you sure you want to go? More or less, can you still even shower?”
“I gotta, it's senior year and it's too late to start screwing it up now.” I sighed as I closed the door. “Do you think you can get my lunch and maybe some breakfast ready please?”
“Alright, if your so insistent on this.” I heard her footsteps getting fainter as she was walking away. “But be quick! You're already late as it is!”
I gave a shout of confirmation as I finally took a deep breath and began to get myself ready for my morning shower.
Hopefully this wont be as hard as trying to descend stairs.
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As it turns out, trying to take a shower isn't as hard as going down stairs like I thought.
It's much MUCH more harder.
Most people would think that the problem would be trying to turn the water on or getting in the shower. Well, that went by fairly quickly. I hopped in the tub easily enough and it took me only a moment to use my mouth to close the shower curtain and it was only a matter of seconds of me nudging the lever that determined how hot I wanted the water to be with my muzzle to get it at a comfortable temperature. Once I was satisfied with the heat coming out of the faucet I hooked my hoof underneath it and was able to catch some resistance on the nozzle. I brought my hoof down and after a second of loud gurgling from the plumbing I had water going into the shower head and it began to sputter to life. Soon I had it raining down on me.
Things were going pretty smoothly so far. The water felt great, it was as if all my worries were just washing away. My sore muscles were loosening up and I felt my face lighten up as the dried up tears went down the drain. I finally decided to take this moment to clarify that, if by some miracle I was still a guy but looked like a mare, and sat down, spreading my legs to get a look at...
…
Is it supposed to look like that?
Yep, I was a mare. I had the -er, packages mixed up, so to speak. I sighed in defeat as the fact of being a mare finally hit me. I would have to deal with the whole menstrual cycle and period thing... Even after two years of health class I barely understood what that stuff is but I'm pretty sure it would hurt.
“Come on Spencer don't think about this now, you need to focus!” I said to myself as I slapped myself on the cheeks a couple times.
I sighed as the water kept raining down and started to get to work on cleaning myself.
This is when the trouble began.
Have you ever tried to grab soap? Well, of course you have; you got to clean yourself somehow! You know how sometimes it gets really slippery and stuck to the surface it's on so in order to pick it up you have to use your hand like a claw. The problem for me now was that I didn't have hands. I tried nudging the soap and with enough force it made a loud *Pop!* as it became unstuck. Sadly, though, because of the amount of force I had to push on it it launched itself into the tub and across the floor of it, making it all slippery. I tried to place a hoof down gently on the soap to get it to stop but I only made it move again. Eventually, in about the span of 30 seconds, I had the entire bottom of the tub coated in soap.
So you'll have to excuse me when I accidentally slip and hit my face into the wall.
God this was the worst shower ever... But maybe this isn't so bad? I mean, I can't really pick up soap so what if I... Oh, yep, its working.
Since I couldn't actually pick up the soap I thought that maybe rolling in the already lathered tub would work instead. It actually did but it felt really weird, especially when when my wings brushed up against the wall. Once done with getting myself all soaped up I decided to pay some attention to my wings.
Now, I know I'm not some avian expert but I think they actually looked pretty okay. Beside the odd feather that would stick out here and there they looked sorta clean. I decided to try and see if they still hurt so I tried to reach out to one with a tentative hoof but I pulled back once it felt like something just stung me. I guess that means that feeling is about to come to the limb so I tried moving them. It took a while but I eventually found the muscles on my back, I think they're below my shoulder blades, connected to my spine. I tried to test some of the muscles but it was too hard, all I seemed to get in response were a few twitches at most. Maybe when I'm not water logged? Could be that I'm too heavy right now...
Well, once the soap was finally rinsed from my body I tried to use the shampoo, which was slightly easier that the soap. Good thing we had it in a pump because I don't think I'd be able to grab the bottle. I actually used my hoof as a little cup, since I noticed it actually dipped a little bit on the inside, and was able to apply it to my mane. It was hard at first since I didn't have my fingers but after a moment I had gotten the hang of it and was able to rub some of it in my mane. Once I was done with that I let the water rinse me out and turned the shower off. Despite how much I loved how that water felt I needed to hurry.
I hoped out of the tub... Well, tried is more the proper term... While jumping out of the tub I missed the shower mat completely and landed on the tile. Since I wasn't expecting to land on such a smooth surface I slipped and fell again! How many times today now? Oh I dunno, a lot!!! This is turning into a running theme...
I grumbled as I stood up and walked onto the mat and looked at my towel.
What now though? I can't grab it with my hands. Maybe if I hooked a corner with my hooves? Worked with the shower, why not here?
I reached a hoof out for my towel and in a deft motion pulled it from the hanger is was on. As it slid down I placed myself under it so it landed on me. I shook a little to get it spread out on my back. Once that was done I...
I...
What do I do next?
I really don't know how to do this without hands.
I sighed again as I decided to try roll around the towel to hopefully dry myself off by using my weight to squeeze the water out. It sorta work, but instead of completely drying me off it just rubbed my fur into odd angles, sticking out here and there. I was a lot less wet but I wasn't dry exactly either, I still could feel the water in my fur. Finally, I decided to just try and shake it out and it actually worked surprisingly well. A glance at the bathroom mirror told me that most of the water was gone (and now on the mirror) and my fur was actually looking normal despite still having parts of it sticking out in random places; at least my mane and tail weren't plastered on my body anymore. All that I really needed to do now was comb my hair. I'd go into more depth but lets just say that after trying to pick it up and accidentally stabbing myself in the mouth on my first try I eventually had my hair the way it should be.
The way it should be when I was human, that is.
I soon exited the bathroom and began walking down the stairs but my hoof caught on a piece of my mane. Since my hair is always straight down I decided to skip all the fancy stuff and just comb it a bit and be done; as the end result it became the perfect length to get tangled in my hooves. Thing is though, falling down the stairs really hurts so you'll have to guess that while I was descending down the stairs that I was now cursing my extremely long locks.
“God Thud! dammit! Thud! Stupid piece of Thud! I swear to god I am going to Thud! Thud! Thud!...”
I lay there for a moment, contemplating why god has deemed that all stairs shall rain his unholy fury upon me, when I hear Mom calling from the kitchen.
“Are you all right Spencer?”
“Yeah...” I groaned.
I get up and make my way over to the table and hop up on a chair. The chair, luckily enough, was rather large so I could just sit on it as if I was sitting on the ground. The back of it was made of vertical bars that connected to a rim around it to make the frame of it so I stuck my tail through one of the openings instead of sitting on it. Truthfully, I was quite comfortable. The other person (Or that would actually be pony...) at the table was Terry and he had a bored look on his face.
“How much longeeeeeer?” He laid his head on the table and was looking at the kitchen with a pitiful look and some of the most adorable eyes I've ever seen.
Mom came in a second later holding a couple of bowls of something. I just hope that whatever it was was edible, I was quite hungry.
“I just finished so you two can eat now.” She said as she the bowls down; turns out they were full of lettuce, chopped carrots, radishes and an apple that stuck out as a sore thumb in the entire veggie mix. Truthfully, it looked delicious, which is weird because I usually have a high protein diet consisting of sausage, eggs and toast in my mornings. Course I was human then and I probably wouldn't be able to even digest half of that stuff now.
Terry gave a little squeal of happiness as he dug right in. Literally. He just, dunked his head right into the bowl and started eating; no silverware, no table manners, nothing. I had to keep a hold of myself from going all out too but I had an important question before I could indulge myself.
“Where is everyone?”I asked Mom. Seriously, there's no one here...
She talked while still focused on whatever it was she was doing in the kitchen; probably making her own breakfast.
“Well, Paul and Jason had to hurry out or else they would miss the bus. Axel and Conor went to their job, Conor taking Chase with him so he could go to day care. Dad-” I cut her off before she could continue.
“Whoa, wait... What? He took Chase with him so he could drop him off at daycare!?” Mom nodded in confirmation. “What the-” I cut myself off, remembering that Terry was still here. “crud... Seriously, hasn't he thought of this as a bad idea?” Really, this was stupid. What if the day-care refused to take Chase or they somehow hurt him!? A lot of bad stuff could happen without him realizing it.
My Mom let out an exasperated sigh. “I told him that as well but he said that he has a friend that can guarantee that Chase will be safe and happy while Conor is at work.”
“So... I guess that works?” I shrugged, unsure of the situation. I mean, I guess Chase will be safe; most of Conors friends are actually guys that left the army so whoever is taking care of Chase probably has some kind of combat training I would think. I decide to continue on with my original question, motioning for Mom to continue on.
“Well, as I was saying, your Dad is currently at work and since I don't think Terry should be going to school or staying at home alone I'm taking him with me when I go grocery shopping today. I already called his school and told them that he will be sick.”
“I don't think-” She cut me off with a wave of her arm.
“Enough talk, eat! I can tell your hungry and we're already late as it is!” She motioned to my salad and I complied by grabbing my fork and shoveling the greens into my mouth.
I hear a clatter and turn to look at my Mom as she stares open mouthed at me as I'm chewing.
“Murmph?” I swallow. “I mean, what? What's wrong?”
“How are you doing that?” She asks incredulously.
“Doing what?”
“That!” She points at me again.
“I have no idea where this is even going...”
“Oh cool! You already got the magical hooves thing down!” Terry exclaims excitedly, pointing to my hoof..
“What do you mean by...” I pause as I stare at my hoof, or at least what's in my hoof.
By some strange, weird force, the fork I'm using is somehow currently attached to my right hoof and I'm holding it normally as if I would hold it using my hand, except now I had no fingers so it looked like it was stuck there by itself. As the realization suddenly dawns on me gravity takes hold of the fork and it drops onto the table. I stare in amazement as I lift my hoof up to my face and I slowly smile.
“Well that's pretty cool, and explains quite a lot of brony theories....”
“Please tell me that wasn't some strange pony magic.” Mom sighs as she brings a hand up to her forehead to rub her temples. “I don't think that I can handle it if some weird magic just suddenly starts happening for no apparent reason and all the furniture comes to life while everyone turns into exotic plants.” She says sarcastically.
“Um... Kinda? I dunno... There are a lot of theories as to how ponies pick up stuff with they're hooves.” I raise my hoof up to give her a clear view of what I was talking about. “Some say that even though only Unicorns can channel magic everypony has a small ammount of “inner” magic within them, kinda like some sort of passive magic that's always going on. This could mean that some of those theories are correct and that everypony has the ability to “magically” pick up objects with their hooves.”
She nods but throws in another question. “What do you mean by “everypony?”
Terry lifts his head up from where he is eating and decides to answer this time. “It's basic pony term- terma- termalgony.”
“Terminology.”
“That's what I said.” I roll my eyes to this VERY familiar comment. “Anyway, ponies say stuff differently, instead of everybody we have everypony. Instead of... um...” He pauses to think but shrugs a moment later. “Well I know there's more but I can't think of any right now.” He then lowered his head again and continued eating.
I sigh but nod at where he was getting at. “We're going to have our own pony society at this rate.” I say before I try to pick my fork up again, but doesn't seem to work anymore.
“Screw this!” I shove the fork away and start eating like Terry, which isn't quite so bad now that I'm doing it.
I can hear Mom trying to stifle a laugh in the background but I ignore her. I'm running late and I need to hurry; that previous conversation did not help one bit time-wise. As I finish up all that's left is the apple and I get an idea.
“Hey Terry, check this out.”
He looks up from where he's nibbling at his apple and Mom looks as well. Very carefully I lift my apple from the bowl with both hooves and toss it into my mouth where I instantly bit down. They stare wide eyed at me as I'm chewing the entire apple, core and everything, while I try to describe the new flavor I'm getting at the moment. Truthfully, it's incredible! I now understand why I sometimes see ponies eat whole apples in the show. The core that contains the seeds is a little sour but when you get through at to the seeds they have an incredibly sweet taste, almost like candy. I swallow the entire thing and grin at him as he tries to do the same with his but only seems to fit half of it in.
“Wow! This tastes so much better!” He says after swallowing before putting the rest in his mouth.
Mom just shakes her head at this and smiles. “I'm not even going to question how your mouth got bigger than it should have been just now...”
“Cartoon physics?” Terry says while chewing.
Mom shoots him a glare and he quickly heads off to do something else.
“Well, I'm done and ready to go; do you have my backpack ready?” I ask.
“I packed it up like you asked but I'm not sure if it'll be too heavy for you or not...”
I begin to climb down on the chair when I feel a resistance on my shoulder. I look up and see Mom standing there smiling a fake, sweet, smile and I could tell she was planning something from the look in her eyes.
“Uh, Mom? I kinda need to go now?”
“I'm afraid I cant let you go out like that Spencer, you're indecent! Besides, you hair isn't in the proper position anymore and I should really fix it.” She pulls out her hair brush from behind and I can finally tell what she's up to.
She wants to mess with my hair.
Well, actually, that would be “fix” my “mane” but either way it's people touching it and I'm not a big fan of that.
I hold my hooves over my head and cover my hair while cowering a little, trying to get away from her evil grasp.
“My hair's fine! It looks like how it always does!” '
“But that's the thing, you're not supposed to look how you always did! Despite how much you want to be a boy, you aren't, and I think that a little sprucing up of your hair wouldn't hurt at all.”
“If you look at the show only Pinkie Pie and her siblings have straight manes and that's because they're always depressed.” Terry pips in from somewhere behind me.
I swear to god if he keeps edging her on I'm gonna whack him with my Lego breaking hooves!
“See? You don't wanna look depressing in public, do you?”
“If it makes people leave me the hell alone then yes!”
“Too bad!” She says almost too cheerily and holds me close while she started to brush my hair.
“Noooooooooooo! My masculinity!” I cry out.
“Okay, Spencer? Enough fooling around, now sit still while I brush your hair.” She says in her commanding tone.
I grumble a few choice words but begrudgingly sit still for her.
She sighs and continues brushing my hair, talking all the while. “Look, I know you don't like it but you're going to have to at least look nice! You don't have any clothes to wear anymore but we can at least pretty up your hair.”
“I don't want to look pretty! What does looking pretty have to do with anything!?”
“Because you have got to be presentable for school and since you're a girl now!”
I'm about to protest but get stopped when she comes into my view with sad, pleading eyes.
“Please? Do this for me? At least while it lasts?” I soon realize the real reason for this whole ordeal.
The reason we have so many family members is because Mom always wanted a girl. She kept trying and trying and trying but all she seemed to have are boys. Eventually, Dad finally got her to stop trying by giving the helpful piece of advice that it will be almost impossible to pay for all of our college funds, even with their two high paying jobs. She begrudgingly gave up but I know she still always wished for that daughter she'll never have.
That is until today.
God, the things I do for family...
I sigh and nod slowly and she continues to brush my mane in a more gentle way. I could feel the way how she separates each strand with the brush and aligns it to how its supposed to be and... It feels wonderful. I love it, knowing that my Mom is right behind me and making me look nice makes me feel calm, and peaceful.
It makes me feel safe, despite the current situation.
I played a mental record scratching to a stop as my thoughts as they began to derail.
What the fuck!?
Seriously, just calm down. This is just the girl crap that Mom talked about earlier. I don't actually like the hair brushing... It's just... Me being turned into a pony! It's just like dogs, they love to be petted, same can be said for cats, hamsters, lizards and horses.
Seriously, a pony is a horse except smaller, right?
I hear a slight 'ahem' and a light tap of my shoulder snaps me out of my trance and I see my Mom giving me a funny look.
“What?”
“I'm done brushing your hair but you were just zoning out.” She the puts on a smile as another thought occurs to her. “You were liking it, weren't you? I thought so, every girl enjoys getting her hair done.”
I shake my head to pull myself together and respond to her question a little too quickly. “No way in hell, I hate it when people touch my hair.” Half lie right there, the proper term would be 'used to hate it'. “And besides, it's a mane, not hair. I technically have hair all over my body at the moment.”
Thank god there is no such thing as mind reading...
She shrugs but I suspect that she thinks I'm lying, which I sorta was. I hop off the chair and go into the hallway to look in the mirror. My hair looked as it was this morning, very long and smooth with some ruff parts of it sticking out here and there. It looked pretty rugged despite being so long. Terry was right, I sorta did look like a mix between Rainbow and Fluttershy; well, for the mane at least.
I sigh and go over to the coat hanger to grab my coat. I try hooking it on my hoof but there wasn't really a loop or anything to hook it through so I try grabbing it with my teeth. That didn't work either as the coat still wouldn't budge.
“Why do you need your coat? It's perfectly fine weather today.” Mom said as she grabbed the coat with her hands -god do I miss hands- and brought it down to my level which I grabbed with my mouth..
I blush a little and mumble something with the coat still in my mouth while as I directed my eyes anywhere but her.
“What?”
*Ptooie!* “I said it's because I'm a girl now.”
“I don't get it.” She stood back up with a raised eyebrow.
“Well... since I'm a girl I have a... you know... a...” I couldn't bring myself to say I by she motioned to me that she knew what I was getting at. “Well, because of that and I'm not wearing any clothes my... thingie isn't... covered...” I said the last word as a whisper and looked down to my jacket.
Mom gasped and I looked to see that she was blushing, almost as bad as me, but she got the picture.
“Oh my, I never thought of it like that... I never really payed much attention because of your tail.”
I nodded.
“Yeah, the fur and tail gives... some natural coverage but... yeah, I don't really wanna take that chance.” I nudge my coat forward with a hoof to indicate it. “My coat could at least cover most of myself and the only way they could even have a chance is if they were deliberately try to see, um, my “stuff”.” Extra quotation marks on the “stuff”.
“Here, let me help you with that.”
I nod and soon I was wearing the sickly green jacket, though it remained unzipped so I could still take it off. It was fairly old, belonging to my Grandpa who passed away a few years back. He was one of the few people that I got along fine within my family besides my siblings and parents. The jacket was worn from all the combined use of it from both him and me. It was pretty big too, even when I was human, so it easily covered my form like a cloak. It would almost look like Zacora's except that mine is puke green, doesn't have a hood and has two long tunnels of fabric for my forelegs to go through. It also, thankfully, cover my rear end so it made me feel much better.
“Better?” Mom asked.
I smiled up at her with more confidence and nodded.
“Yeah, I'm ready.”
She turned around and went to the front door, purse in hand, while I turned to pick up my backpack but frowned. It was huge, as usual, but I wasn't so sure if I could lift it up and put it on my back. On a day like today it weighs around 20-25lbs; trust me, I weighed it when my back started to hurt at some point during the first few weeks of school.
Terry passed by me and gave a curious look but went by to stand by the front door where Mom stood. I eventually just shrugged and, grabbing the bags handle strap, began to drag it along the floor to the front door. When I finally made it to the door Mom just sighed and took the bag from my mouth in a deft motion and began to walk out the front door, leaning to one side. I mumbled out a word a thanks and we made our way to the car.
“Hey Mom?” Terry asked.
“Yes sweetie?” She replied, her tone sweet, but I could tell that it was strained due to how long it was taking to get out of the house and from the weight of my backpack.
“Why is it so important to cover Spencer's “stuff”?” He asked, oblivious as to how important the question was.
Mom and I stopped in our tracks, she nearly dropping my bag and me almost face planting into the driveway. We turned to stare at him, completely forgetting that he could have heard the conversation, and he returned our gaze with the biggest puppy dog eyes I've ever seen.
“Uhhh...” My mouth hanged open as I tried to think of an excuse. I could also feel a blush beginning to creep up on my cheeks as well which did not help the situation at all.
“You'll learn when you're older.” Mom said as she turned around and opened the car door for him.
Terry put on a pouty face as he shuffled his way over and hopped into the back seat. She closed the door and I stared at her in astonishment.
She looked over and raised an eyebrow.
“What?”
I sigh as I make my way over to the shot-gun door and wait for her to come over and open it.
“How were you able to just ignore that look? I mean, that might have been the most adorable thing I have ever seen!”
She laughs as she opens the door for me and I hop inside. A second later and she hops in the driver seat, tossing my bag into the seat behind me.
“You should know by now that a mother is immune to all tricks that her kids try to pull.”
“I just don't get how you're able to deal with it, I don't think I would be able to if they pull faces like that...” I trail off as I stared out of the car window as Mom pulled the car out of the driveway.
“Oh don't worry, you'll get you're “Mother's Intuition” when you have children of your own; though child labor might have something to do with it.”
She catches my look of horror when she looks over in my direction and bursts out laughing.
“I'm joking, I'm joking! I'm sure you'll be back to normal at the end of the week.” She smiles and starts to pay attention to the road as she puts the car into drive.
I shoot her a worried glance before I look back out the window. Truthfully, I'm not sure if I'll ever have a chance to turn back, but if I do I sure hope it happens soon; too much drama going on for my liking at the moment.
I miss it when my only problem in the world was having to study for three tests on the same day...
THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN EDITED, IF YOU HAVE READ IT BEFORE I ADVISE THAT YOU READ IT AGAIN IN CASE YOU MISS SOMETHING
I wonder why I can't go to school? I dunno why most kids are glad that they don't go to school but I'm not. Sure it gets hard at times but that's where all my friends are! Christian, Alex, Blake... Even Shelby! Sure she's a girl and all the other boys say girls have cooties but she's really nice! She's my best friend. I even hear she likes My Little Pony! Though I don't know why Conor and Axel don't want me to tell people though... Something to do with me being made fun of but I don't think my friends would do that- That's a big dog...
"Hey Momma, look how big that dog is!" I shout as I tried to lift myself up more in my booster seat to get a better view of the really big dog. I always wanted a really big dog, I mean, think of how cool it would be to ride one like a horse!!!
Wait a second...
Momma looks at where I'm gesturing and smiles. I really like it when she smiles, it makes me feel happy that, well, that she's happy too.
"You're right, it is a pretty big dog." She then turns her head to focus back on the road while I try to get settled back down in my booster.
Dogs are the coolest animal ever! They're loyal, great companions, always there for you; heck, Applejack has a dog too and she's the best pony in the whole world! *GASP* Maybe I can get one too!?
"Mommy, can I have a puppy?" I ask while trying to use what my brothers call anime eyes or something and look as cute as possible. Parents always get the cute child whatever they want in the cartoons when they pulled this off.
She pauses for a moment and looks like she's thinking about it.
“No.”
Huh, guess I was doing it wrong.
She sees my disappointed look and quickly replies.“I think that there are enough animals in the house as it is." She chuckles a little at the end.
"We have animals in the house? I thought we didn't have any pets." I said while I stared at her suspiciously.
Maybe she got me a dog and was hiding it from me!? That must be it!!!
She takes in a sharp intake of breath and I can see her eyes grow wide from the rear view mirror.
"Honey... Do you know what a pony is?" She asks slowly.
Ignoring the question now, huh? I shrug it off and decide to ask about it later as I think over what she asked. I think this is one of those "deep" questions that Axel told me about. He says you need to think hard on the answer.
“Hmmmmmmmmmmm...” I mumble as I stroke my beard.
Okay, well, I don't have a beard yet but give me a few days. Dad can grow one in three I think... Look! I can already feel the the fuzz on my chin! Nope, wait, that's fur...
Well drat.
"I think... A pony is a small, magical horse that usually lives in Equestrian. They are really nice and don't like to be mean. They don't eat any meat and can eat flowers. And you can either be an Earth-Pony, Unicorn, or Pegasus." I finish off my thought with a nod, I think I described ponies pretty well.
I have the strange feeling I forgot one though...
She lets out a sigh and shakes her head.
"That wasn't exactly where I was going with this but... Maybe I should have one of your brothers do this."
"Do what?" What does she need to ask my brothers about?
"Terry, sweetie, not everyone knows what a pony is, I don't know what a pony is, and until they do know they might assume that you're, well, animals."
"Technically, people are animals too." I point out smugly.
"What I mean is, you aren't human anymore. People are going to look at you differently and because of that they are going to judge you-"
"Like rakeism?" I hear that's a bad word.
"What?" She blinks and looks back with a confused expression.
"You know, when people hate on other people because they're a different color?" I think that's how it was... Or was it when you rake the front lawn?
"Do you mean racism?" She asked, sounding surprised.
I nod in response.
"How do you know about that?"
"Well, I asked Axel why there were mostly Unicorns in Canterlot instead of Pegasi or Earth Ponies."
She looked over at me, as if expecting me to say something.
...
What? Why is she staring at me? Is there something on my face!? *GASP!* DID I JUST GROW A HORN!? CAN I DO MAGIC NOW!?
A quick glance up does confirm that I did NOT spontaneously grow a horn.
So much for wanting to grow up as Harry Potter...
"And?"
"And what?"
"And what does Unicorns, Earth Ponies and Pegasi have to do with racism?”
"Oh! Well, Axel said that all the Unicorns were jerks and because no other pony wanted to be around them so most of them left Canterlot."
"I don't quite think that's really the correct-"
"And the reason they were being meanie pants in the first place was because they thought Unicorns were better than any other race, next to Alicorns, because pants." I take a deep breath after that, also, talking non stop makes me thirsty. Either way though, I think that sentence would make Pinkie proud. I've been practicing my speaking in long sentences talk too.
She blinks for a second before nodding.
"Alright, I guess that sorta makes sense?" She pauses for a moment before another thought crosses her mind.
"I notice that Spencer and Chase have either wings or a horn, I'm guessing that they'll eventually be able to fly and... Use magic?" She threw a questioning glance.
"Yeah, Spencer will be able to fly, move clouds, and control lightning! Chase will be able to cast spells, levitate objects, and all other sorts of cool stuff like teleporting!"
Mom stares at me in shock.
"Really? Telepor-"
BEEP!
Her sentence is left unsaid as she makes a full blown stop, the car dangerously jerking forward and I have hold on for dear life as a car goes speeding past us from the light we were in. Mom rolls down the window and is about to shout at the car but stops short as it begins to dangerously swerve. We watched in growing horror as we see the car hit the sidewalk, sending it flying and flipping it over on its back. We sit there for a minute before I decide to break the silence.
"That... Looks SO cool! Can we make our car do that!?" I tried to get a better look at the other car in my seat.
Mom ignores the question as she is digging around in her purse for something. I glance around at the other drivers and people at the street to and they all have their cell phones out as well, some talking on them while others are taking pictures. I hear a Mom say something under her breath and I decide to direct my attention towards her.
"It looks like the emergency line is busy but judging from all the commotion and people with phones out help is already on the way."
She continues the car on it's way at a more cautious pace, a few other people were continuing with their day too but would glance every now and then at the wreckage. There wasn't much they could do anyway, no one there was a doctor. As we move past the car I take one last look at the wreckage.
And inside of it was a pony.
Or at least I think it was a pony... I couldn't quite tell what kind of pony it is but I think it's a pony because of how brightly colored the person in the driving seat was.
"Hey Mom."
"Yes sweetie?"
"I think the driver was a pony."
She sits there but I could see the surprise on her face. She glances at me for a moment and the look quickly shifts to worry. She reaches over a hand and runs her fingers through my mane. I can easily tell that she's upset.
"Momma? Are you gonna be okay?"
She takes a quick intake of breath and nods but doesn't say anything.
The rest of the car ride was in silence.
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I was trotting in a field full of tall green grass and wild flowers with my dog when I felt a sudden lurch. A moment later I find myself rubbing my eyes and trying to get a good look at my surroundings. It took me a second to realize that I was in the car and a glance up from my booster seat confirmed that we just entered a parking lot somewhere. I soon felt another bump jerk me fully awake, looks like it was caused by some of the speed bumps that stores put up.
We soon came to a stop and Mom got out of the car. I tried to undue my seatbelt but for some odd reason I can't press the switch. I grunt in frustration as I continue with renewed vigor, not noticing Momma opening my door.
“Here, let me.” She reached over and began to undue my seatbelt.
“No, I got it!”
“Terry, look at me.” I kept fussing with the button box thingie. “Terry, stop.”
“But I-”
“No.” My eyes shrank and I gulped as I heard THAT voice.
The one voice that you know to never, EVER, go against.
“Yes Momma...” I said sadly as she leans over and releases me from the booster seat.
She sighs and looks at me sadly while I stare at the floor.
“Look, Terry, I'm sorry for being strict with you but there are some things you just can't do anymore by yourself now.”
“But I was able to get myself out yesterday...” I Whine.
She shakes her head.
“You were a human then, you are a pony now. Because of that you'll learn that maybe there are some things that you can't do now that you were able to do before.” I look at my hooves as I hear this and contemplate on the meaning.
Now that I think about it, maybe being a pony isn't such a good thing...
I sniff a little, afraid of any other fun stuff that I won't be able to do anymore.
“But...” Momma grabs my chin and lifts my face to look at hers, wiping away an excess tear in the process.
“I'm sure there are many more things that you can do that you weren't able to do before.” She rubs my hair and steps back, offering a hand to help me down.
“Think not on what you can't do, but what you can do and focus on that instead.”
I reach out a hoof and she holds it as I make the jump down from the car.
“And know that either way I will be with you every step of the way.”
I stand there and smile, knowing that she'll be with me most of the way.
As we make our way over my Mom grabs a cart and we make our way in.
Lucky for me the supervisors forgot to lock up the doors to the side entrance today, I'd have gone around the parking lot and entered through the front entrance but... I just can't explain it but I guess I felt the I would be too exposed? The high school is in clear view of the busy street and I didn't exactly feel comfortable being naked.
I mean, being covered in fur helps and so does the jacket but damn is it breezy down there!
Anyway, I make my way through the hallways to the attendance office. Another thing I'm lucky about is the fact that it's the middle of fourth period: nobody would be in the halls except for the unusual student needing to use the restroom or for the janitor that mops the floor periodically. It doesn't hurt to be better safe than sorry so I hung close to the walls and peer around corners at every turn, ready to... Well, I don't know what to expect really... If they scream then I would probably run and hide. If they decided to attack then I would probably run too. In fact, unless they jumped me and held on to me tight I would probably run no matter what happened. I sigh as I peeked around the last corner, making sure no one was around again.
I really need to think things through more...
"Darn tooting, Missy!"
"EEEEEYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed in a, sadly, very girlish voice (although I guess I am one now...) and nearly faint right there from the sudden break in quiet.
"Eegads! Can't you teenagers ever learn to keep your voice down in the halls?" I hear a harsh reply from behind.
I nervously turn around and come face to, well waist really, with a man the school knows all too well.
Mr. Thompson, the school's janitor.
I let out a sigh as I realize who frightened me and realize how loud I was.
"Sorry Mr. Thompson, I didn't know you were there..." I said with my head down.
Mr. Thompson chuckled and gave me a devilish grin, which didn't look half bad on his wrinkly old face.
"Well I suppose I should also apologize for accidentally scaring you Missy." He raised a hand to scratch at his goatee and his look turned to confusion. "But really now, aren't you a bit late to be talking to yourself in the halls? You should be in class..."
I tense a little at not just the part of him hearing me talk to myself but also by how he refereed to me as "Missy". I may not look it but I'm still a... Well, at least I was a guy but I am so not giving up my masculinity for being a female pony for the rest of my life goddammit!!!
"Don't call me Missy!" I grunt in exasperation though my tone becomes quiet next. "I'm sorry for talking to myself it's just..."
I see him lean down and give me a pat on the head as he gives me a comforting smile.
"I can see what you're going through, most of the kids that are in your predicament actually stayed home! You're a very brave young mare to come to school where others have not."
"oh, um..." I have no idea what to say... I mean, I know that those are some nice words but I've never really heard anything like that directed at me before. "Thanks, I guess."
He tips his worn baseball cap before standing up straight and stretching.
"Welp, those toilets wont clean themselves you know so I'll need to be going... But in case you have a problem just know that you could always hide in the janitor's closet." He chuckles at the last bit and strangely enough I find myself laughing a little too.
He turns and begins to make his way to the janitor's closet at the end of the hall.
Damn what a nice guy, don't find most of those around here... Still how did he know I was a mare? I mean, I don't exactly think that stuff is...
Who knew that the school janitor was a closet brony? Literally!!! I know I didn't.
I shake myself out of my stupor and make my way over to the attendance office, the door already held open by a door-stop. As I make my way into the room my ears swivel towards the sounds of fingers typing on a keyboard.
So it looks like I have enhanced hearing now... Still wish I had hands.
Back to business, I need to let the lady behind the desk know that I'm late. The awkward part will be when I convince her that I am a guy, totally gonna feel embarrassed. Hopefully I can get through this as painless as possible.
I stand in front of the desk which I am barely above level of. The desk looks fairly organized and the lady sitting across from it is typing away something on the Mac to her right, slightly facing away from me. I try a grunt to get her attention, which is something that I would normally do in this situation but all she does is just bring a hand up and brush some hair behind her ear that moved out of place.
Well, I guess girls can't really grunt to well to get attention... Still, she should have heard me, she looks fairly young and seams to be around he early thirties. Maybe a new faculty member perhaps?
"Um... Excuse me..." I try asking but she just keeps on ignoring me.
Maybe a little louder?
"Hey, um, mam?"
Still nothing.
Now this is getting kinda tiring. I just want to go to class but did I really change so much that I can't even grab people's attention!? Now that's just sad...
I take a deep breath to steady my nerves. It looks like I'll have to start this conversation, some how so I guess I'll need to try to make the first move somehow. Guess I should be as obvious as possible. Maybe add in a little of seriousness so she would believe me too? Ah... I'm gonna screw up somehow I know it...
"Hey, I need to talk to you."
The woman blinks several times and looks up surprised, somewhat startled (Success!!!), but it soon turns into confusion.
Now why would she be... Oh you have got to be kidding me!
"Down here." I say again.
She looks down some and I swear her eyes nearly pop out when she sees who's at the front of her desk.
"Did you just..." She trails off, a disbelieving look on her face.
I snort and make a snide remark back.
"I don't see anyone else here, who else could it be?"
She flinches back and I soon realize that my tone wasn't actually very nice...
I guess a snide commenting pony from a cartoon world isn't really something you'd see daily working a desk job. Dammit I was right. Come on, how do I get myself out of this... And shes staring at me funny...
"Um..." I gulp nervously, backing up a little. "Sorry to bother you mam but I'm a little late to class so... I uh... I need an attendance slip..." My voice slowly gets quieter and quieter the more she stares and truthfully it's quite unnerving.
Speaking of which, what was with my attitude back there, I was kinda being a dick... What the hell? I usually never act like this! I mean, why would I need to be mean to her? All I had to do was just go in, ask for an attendance slip, and then be on my way to class. Why am I making this harder?
"Oh wow, so they weren't kidding about the reports on TV!" I hear the lady explain from behind the desk.
She leans over her desk, adjusting the glasses on her nose as if to focus better on me.
"Um... Yeah, I'm one of those... Guys... Heheheh..." Back up a little from her gaze and look off to the side.
I mean, I'm a guy on the inside, right?
Right.
"Hey there, I have a question..." She says, standing up a little and comes over to me, eventually leaning over me in a, well, it's kinda an oppressive aura. Like she wants something from me.
"Uh, yeah? Ask away..."
"Do you think I can take you home with me?"
My eyes go wide and my mouth drops open.
"W-what? I... I don't..." What is she? What?
She smiles a friendly smile and kneels down next to me and leans her arm on her knee to get a better look at me. Even though her smile was friendly her eyes had the look of a farmer scrutinizing his cattle. She eventually continued on talking but she began to move some of the folds of my jacket to the side.
"You see, you look an awful like one of those ponies from... Oh, what was that show called? My Little Pony? Anyway, my daughter just loves the show and has been asking for a pony for as long as I can remember."
Oh... Oh my god she can't be... Oh please no...
"So, I guess it's my lucky day that a bunch of ponies from that show are popping up! I might as well grab one before you're all gone. You'd be much easier to take care of then a dog or a cat! From what I hear you'll make an excellent pet!" She finishes off by lifting up my jacket all the way and looking at my underbelly.
*Squeek!* I gasp as I try to use my tail to hide my nether regions while she just keeps looking. Hell, it was a while ago that I tried to pull away but she's just not letting go!!! Why the hell is she so strong and why is she-
Oh hell no.
"Hmmm... Yep, female, you'd be perfect for my daughter!" She smiles as she notices my wings.
From her statement though I can feel that my cheeks might burst from all the blushing I've been doing. I mean, this is the most embarrassing moment of my life! I have never felt so violated in my entire life...
"Oh you even have wings! She always loved the ones with horns but I think she'll like you winged things better." And at that she grabbed my right wing.
Before I knew what I was doing I quickly shrugged her off and cowered on the floor. I now feel the what I could only describe as the worst sensation ever. I-I'm not even exactly sure what happened... I look up and see that the lady is looking at me with a confused face, but oh god my wing! Why does it bother me so much? Is it the nerves like from the shower!? No, the feeling is different... Wait, why am I shivering?
I-I think I was just violated...
Like, anal rape in prison violated...
T-that's the only way to describe it... It's almost like someone touched something they should never touch. The feeling was just...
"W-why?" I try to say with my shivers but it came out like a whispered plea.
"Hm?" The lady says with a tilt of her head, oblivious to what she's just done to me.
"Why are you doing this? Why are you treating me like an animal?" I speak in a more even tone but it still wavers slightly.
"Well isn't it obvious? You're a horse. Well, pony to be precise. Anyway, you need an owner and I'm more than willing to be your owner. I have a nice family that can take care of you." She smiles again.
Maybe if she know the truth she'll stop and say sorry!
"But, I'm a human! I wasn't a pony yesterday!" I try to convince her.
"Silly pony, your not a human, your a pony. And there is no way on Earth that you could have been human."
"B-but, I am a person!" I begin to hyperventilate as I try to think of something, anything that'll change her mind about me when I notice her computer. "Look me up in the school system, I'm a student here! My name is Spencer Clark! ID number 570356, Senior, age 18!"
"Tsk tsk tsk" She raises her right hand and at every tsk she moves her index finger left and right, almost like she scolding a child. "Spencer is a boys name, you're clearly a girl." She then points to my covered nether regions and I cross my legs to try and cover myself better.
"I was a guy before this all happened, honest! Please, you have to believe me!" I can now feel tears streaming down my face.
"Come here you, I'll stick you in my car till its time for me to get off work." She then reaches down and tries to grab me but due to my backpack it was difficult to get a hold on me.
"L-let go of me!" I try to move backwards but my backside soon comes in contact with something that prevents me from moving.
I soon find out what I run into as the voice of something very startling and my stomach drops.
"What's going on here!?" I hear a stern voice come up from behind me.
I whip my head around and I can't help but let out a quiet squeak as I look up to see the scariest man on the planet.
Vice Principal Vice.
See, there is one thing you need to know about our vice principal; Harvey Vice. Unlike our principal who is very easy going and nice, Mr. Vice is always known for how strict he is and how he treats students. Rumor was that both he and our current principal were childhood friends but from the complete difference in personalities you could tell that that was just what it was, a rumor. One wrong move and his already usually foul mood can make your life a living hell.
And oh my god he's glaring at me!!!
I whimper slightly as the vice principal shifts his glare from me to the secretary who is standing straight up and adjusting her glasses with a nervous look on her face.
"V-vice principal Vice!? I'm so sorry for the racket. I was just-" He cuts her off by raising a hand and then returning it to his side as he continues to glare at her.
"Mrs. Garfunkle, it seems that your services are required at the main office."
"Right away sir, let me just-" She bends down again to try and grab me but he interrupts her again.
"Immediately." I didn't know that his glare could look even more frightening than that...
With a quick nod and a "Yes sir" Mrs. *Snicker* (seriously?) Garfunkle is out of the office and almost sprinting on her way to the main office. Mine and Mr. Vice's stare follow her out until she is long gone. He soon turns to again and I freeze up as he looks me up and down with his gaze, it almost felt as if he had x-ray vision.
Even though Mrs. Garfunkle was gone I was probably gonna get thrown out by Mr. Vice now. I close my eyes, waiting for him to start yelling about how animals aren't allowed in the school.
This is bad, really bad. I have no way to get home and I'll probably get kidnapped at this rate judging from how the secretary acted only to be sold, if not kept as a pet, to some crazed exotic animal lover freak. I hear a shuffling noise and stiffen up when I feel a hand on my head and he...
He's petting me...
What?
I open one of my eyes which soon ends up with me opening both and staring in amazement as I see Mr. Vice looking at me not with his trademark glare but instead a sincere smile that you see on most of the teachers at the school.
"I'm terribly sorry for how Mrs. Garfunkle acted young lady, I had not predicted that she would act this way and she will be dealt with accordingly."
I nod numbly as Mr. Vice stands up again and goes over to where Mrs. Garfunkle once sat and began to type in the computer.
"Do you know what your student ID number is miss?"
"Oh! Um... 570356... So does this mean you believe me?"
Mr. Vice types on the computer for a few seconds, mouthing the numbers 3 5 6 at the end before he presses a key and turns back toward me.
"Of course I believe you, you aren't the only student here and I respect that you have the courage to come to school despite your current condition." He glances at the computer but then frowns. "Do you happen to have your ID card on you at all?"
"Yeah, my Mom put it in one of the back pockets of my backpack I think..."
"Let me get it for you."
He gets out of the chair and walks over behind me. It's kinda awkward but he soon brings out my wallet and pulls out my ID card, bringing it back with him when he sits at the desk again. It's kinda embarrassing but I understand why he would want my ID card. Even though I know my number the picture on the screen would be of me as a human.
A male human at that.
A slight cough grabs my attention and I look back up to see the Vice Principal holding out a slip of paper and my ID card.
"I know that this is none of my business but..." He gestures to me before continuing. "Are you a male or a female? Judging from the sounds of your voice I mistook you for being female but looking at the computer your listed as being male. Would you care to explain?"
I let out a sigh as I think how weird the first few hours of my day have been and it wasn't even half way over, all from suddenly waking up like this with no warning.
"I-I don't know how this happened, all I know is that I just woke up like this. Not just being changed into a pony, but the whole gender thing is also pretty weird as well as frightening."
The Vice Principal nods before he walks over, the slip still in his hand as he slips my ID card back into my backpack. He then proceeds to the door and he opens the door and we step out. He then bends down and holds out the paper. I look at it curiously for a sec before I just shrug grab the paper with my mouth but I try not to get any saliva on it.
"That paper will let any faculty members know that you are a student here at the school and that your aloud to be here, they shouldn't kick you out if you show it to them. It will also notify your teacher not to mark you as tardy due to your condition."
I try to say thanks but it comes out as a muffled "Tnx".
Mr. Vice lets out a soft chuckle as he motions me to go.
"No problem Spencer, I wish you the best of luck in class."
With a final nod I turn around and make my way to my Trig class.
Had I looked back I would have noticed the Vice Principal looking at a portrait of our Principal, muttering to himself something about how he wished that he got better soon.
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It was only matter of seconds for me to run- I mean gallop (or is it still run?) to my classroom.
I was soon in front of the door and from the sound, or lack of, I could tell that the teacher (Mr. Hemming) was having the class take notes from the book. Due to the usual class schedule this would mean that I had only missed the first 45 minutes of class.
It also meant that there were over 40 students in there bored out of their minds ready for the first sign of distraction that might lead to the slight, if highly doubtful, chance of escape from this hell known as Trig.
Course it's just the class that was boring, the teacher's cool as a cucumber.
Wow... how long does it take to open a door?
Now that I think about it, I've been doing a lot of "This" lately... I don't usually think about anything, I just "do". That's kinda how I get through my day so quickly. Ever since this pony thing I've been doing too much thinking and...
I'm doing it again, aren't I?
Come on, Spencer, this is easy, right? The handle is big enough that I could just use my hoof! On the count of 10 you are opening that door!
1...
2...
Fuck it, 10!
Faster than what I know I'm doing I hook my hoof in the handle of the door and pull down and then push. Pretty soon I'm walking through the door and looking at over 40 people looking right at me.
Maybe thinking about this wouldn't have been so bad...
I take a calming breath and get rid of my jitters, or at least most of them, and begin making my way between the rows of students to the teachers front desk, the note still in my mouth. Everyone was staring and as I thought they all had their books open and were taking notes. Most of the glances people were giving me had curiosity, some had confusion and others held a look of disbelief. More than a few though clearly stated that I wasn't welcomed here. Even if these people really knew who I was they probably would have been happier if I wasn't around. I was a loner, the guy nobody ever gave a damn about.
Eventually I make it to Mr. Hemming and set the note on his desk. Just like the other students he's staring wide eyed at me and with his mouth hanging open. He soon regains his compose and picks up the note while still looking at me until he takes a glance and then the note grabs his full attention. I never had the time to see what was on the note in the first place but it must have been important. Every now and then Mr. Hemming would glance at me with disbelieving eyes.
Eventually, what felt like minutes but was probably seconds, due to what looked like him re-reading the note maybe four times. He eventually sets the note down and shakes his head, his mouth having a small smile on it before he looks back at me with the usual look he gives all his students.
"I'm glad you're able to make it to class Spencer." He says and I could here a few students behind me gasp and begin whispering before he continued. "I'll make sure to write down that you wont be docked as tardy due your condition, but remember that this is your only warning, okay?"
I nod and smile as I realized that I was able to get by without anymore issues.
And with that he tells me to take a seat and hands me back the note.
I walk down the isle until I reach near the back wall and go along my row until I get to the familiar chair next to probably the only person in the world that I could even call a friend.
Okay, scratch that, we're not friends but we do work together on some of the problems that Mr. Hemming hands us so I guess we're more like acquaintances. I don't even know his name, I just call him Stripes since he's always wearing some kind of striped shirt. Today wasn't an exception either, white polo with blue stripes.
I eventually make my over to him and slide my back pack next to my seat. It takes me a minute but I soon have my books out and hop on my seat, my pencil marked in where I left off on my notes last. A quick glance to my right confirms that Stripes was looking as shocked as everyone else that I was sitting next to him, despite the teacher obviously saying my name loud enough for everyone else to hear. I think a simple greeting instead of our normal ritual of grunting was in order.
"Sup Stripes." I say as I begin to flip to the assigned page.
I sure am going to ruin the book this way, that's for sure. The only feasible way I could think of going through the book was to use what little friction I had with my hooves and fold each page past until I got to the one I wanted. One thing was for sure, this was a whole lot easier with fingers...
I hear Stripes gasp when he hears me call him by his nickname and he bends down till he is eye level with me.
"Oh my god Spencer, is that really you?"
I snort in response.
"Really? What gave it away? Maybe the fact that the teacher said my name loud enough for everyone to obviously know who I am or did you suddenly become psychic?"
I pause after I say that. Again, there I go being more... Well rude and a little something else... It doesn't look like it affected Stripes as much as it did Mrs. Garfunkle though as he either didn't care about my less than friendly response or he just didn't notice. He combs a hand through his hair as he looks at me with a casual look.
"Your the only person in the entire school who calls me by Stripes, not even my friends or teammates call me that, much less my family. I didn't believe Mr. Hemming at first but the way you just greeted me sealed the deal." He pauses for a moment as he fixes me with a curious stare. "What the hell happened?"
I paused to think about it... How did this happen? From all I know I just woke up like this and that's it, there's not enough information to form any real idea about this yet.
"I'm not sure... I kinda just woke up like this." I reply with a shrug and try to focus on taking notes, hoping that he wouldn't press manners.
"Hmmm... You seem... Different..." He states slowly.
I turn my head and give a full, "Are you serious look" when he raises his hands and shakes his head.
"Not in the body sort of way, although that's obvious. I mean you seem different as in your acting a little off from normal." He explains.
"Oh? How so?"
"Well, you seem more... I want to say assertive but I don't think that's it... But that's probably the closest thing. Before you were kind of an ominous cloud of emo but now you seem a bit more talkative."
"Really? An emo cloud? I'm not depressed." Okay, maybe a little...
"Also your voice is different as well." He begins gesturing at me. "You seem more feminine and due to your voice I thought you were a girl for a second, no offence. Heheh." He chuckles at the end and gives me an oblivious smile.
"Heheh, yeah, feminine... You crazy guy... You..." Crap... I don't really want anyone finding out about this at school. I get made fun of enough as it is, I don't need another reason for people to laugh at me.
Though he may have a point on my attitude, I seem to be reacting to most situations differently. I'm not sure yet if it's a good or bad thing though...
"Spencer, I'm not that stupid you know." My eyes nearly pop out and I whip my head around to stare at him in disbelief.
"I can tell that your not normal anymore, and also, my little sister watches the show. I know what mares look like from all the toys she's got from it."
I stare blankly for a second before I look down, my hair hiding my expression. I don't want him to see this but I'm kind of panicking at the moment... I'm not sure if he'll tell anyone else or not and if he does how bad it'll get. I could get kicked out of school, LITERALLY if enough people know EXACTLY the extent of my transformation.
"So since I know I was wondering-" I cut him off as I give him a look that would kill and grab his collar (Somehow, not sure how I reached that far... Or grabbed the collar of his shirt with hooves...) and bring him down to eye level. I then lean in close enough and whisper only so that he could hear.
"Stripes... Dear oh dear Stripes... If you decide to tell anyone else about this." I bring closer to my face and look him in the eyes, which is probably creeping him out since they're so big, "I will make sure I am not the only one with some "missing" equipment."
He barely nods, his face is so pale. I then let go of him and give him an out of character, happy-go-lucky smile, and say; "Well then I'm glad we've come to an agreement."
I then return my attention to the textbook and continue taking notes in peace and quiet.
From then on I wasn't bothered for the rest of the period by anyone.
I case you guys are wondering this is what Spencer looks like:
Ah, don't you just love Game Grumps? Especially all the little animations stuff people make? I find it hilarious.
Anyway, this was all going through my head as I stared blankly at the book in front of me. The thing is though, I seem to have forgotten something important while taking notes...
It's a bitch to do without hands...
I mean, believe me, I tried using the hoof thing again, but it didn't seem to work for some reason. Maybe it's got something to do about doing it subconsciously? Well, that'll be difficult since it's nearly impossible to do something that you know is done subconsciously while trying to do it consciously.
God it makes my head hurt to just try and comprehend this...
I sighed as I continued to scribble in my notes with my mouth... Did you know that pencils taste just as bad as a pony as when your human? Well, this was getting pointless as I wasn't as experienced with... mouthwriting as handwriting. I could kind of make out a few numbers and symbols but everything else was pretty much just random lines. Even what was readable looked like it was scrawled in by a four year old. I might as well as just give up and eat the damned thing.
Speaking of which, not a bad idea since it's almost-
Lunch... Well, guess I don't need to do this anymore.
Everyone immediately got out of their seats after putting all their supplies in around a few seconds. They all then proceeded to go single file out of the room and headed off to lunch. I on the other hand was still trying to get my pencil in the stupid pouch...
I let out a huff and frown as I finally put the pencil in but notice that it took a full minute. A FRIGGIN MINUTE!!! This should be taking seconds if I had hands!
I hear shuffling to my left and look to notice that Stripes was standing there, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.
*Sigh* "What is it Stripes?" I grumbled as I try to fit my binder in my bag.
He looks at me for a few seconds as I continue to embarrass myself by not getting my binder in my bag. Eventually he just sighed and grabbed my book and binder.
"Wh-!? Hey, what are you-..." My outburst dies in my throat as he proceeds to slip everything in my backpack and holds out the straps for me to grab onto.
"Um... Thanks..." I say hesitantly as I get out of my chair and balance the large bag on my back.
"No problem... I'm really sorry about what happened back there, that stunt I pulled was uncalled for..." He says as he scratches the back of his head and looks away.
I stare at him in shock... No one at school has ever said sorry for making fun of me before, what's up with him?
I turn my head away from him and make my way to the door.
"Oh really? And why all of a sudden do you care?" I throw him an emotionless stare. "From what I know people don't really care about what happens to me."
He gulps a little and looks at me in the eye with a frown.
"It's just... You kind of got a lot on your plate here, seeing as your... Well..." He motions at me before continuing. "I kinda realized that if I was in your shoes then I would probably kill myself, literally... Football is my life, if being turned into a pony happens at all then my life is ruined. But your still going strong, even going to school! Not many people have the guts to do that. So again, I want to say sorry..." He ends by looking at the ground, deep in thought.
Huh, so Stripes was on the football team. I think he mentioned something about that earlier... Still, if what he says is true then he's right, not many would really go on if they were turned into this, it'd ruin your life much less your career. Looking at his eyes though... I don't know but just by looking me in the eye when he said that, I think I believe him. There wasn't even a hint of sarcasm!
I sigh as I walk by him but once I go a few steps I turn my head around to speak to him.
"You know, you really can't be in my shoes anymore since I don't wear any." He glances up, a look that told me he was surprised that I talked to him. If I was still human I probably would have left without a word. I raise a hoof and flash him a smile. "They're called hooves now, Stripes, get with the program."
He chuckles a little and nods. I smile too and then leave the room, making my way to the commons area for lunch.
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It wasn't that hard to get to the lower commons, just start going right for a little bit then take the first left. You then walk until you get to the bathrooms at the end of the hall and take another right. After a quick trot for a minute or two you get to the main bathrooms. Take a left and you'll soon be greeted to the rowdiness and noise of the lower commons.
I stood idly by as I watched students walk by, some going to their next class and other going to eat lunch.
All of them were looking at me as they went by.
I could easily here a few people whispering, I'm not sure what exactly it was due to the noise, but I know for a fact that they were either feeling sorry or talking about me behind my back.
I take a calming breath as I start walking to where I usually sit, a lone table next to a pillar in a corner of the stairs going to the hall across from me.
That's what sucks right now, almost all of the entrances to the lower commons were stairs. There weren't many mind you, around 4 or 6, but remembering my last encounter with them did not bode well with me... A quick glance to my right though settled the issue of steps as I saw the wheelchair ramp that people use sometimes, with or without the wheel chair.
I make my way down the ramp and I am soon in the lower commons where I am in full brunt of the noise. It bothers me a little, my ears rotating back and forth on their own trying to hear what everyone is saying. It feels... Weird... Like having your ears wiggle except they're doing it on their own. As I walk to my table most of the people near me catch sight and their chatter dies down, obviously talking about me. Soon I have quite a few people just staring at me. They weren't even being subtle about it they were just looking at me with those expressions of pity and and hate.
Eventually I made it to my usual spot and sat down with a bit of difficulty. My own little corner of privacy.
If privacy meant loneliness then that's all fine and dandy with me... Better than if HE was here...
Glancing up I realized my mistake.
HE is always here.
I spot a Junior making his way here, his long black hair blending in with his goth like clothes. Goth wouldn't be the best way to describe him really... The way he parts through people and an obvious eye sore out of most other people I relate him to something much more horrifying.
The Reaper.
His all black and Gothic attire hides more cruel things, he takes pleasure on ruining everyone's day, tripping you in the hall, shoving you into your locker, hiding you backpack. The real problem is that he causes enough trouble for him to be a bully but there is never enough evidence or anyone with the courage to send him to detention. Course, even if you did you might find your next day at school full of hidden fists and random kicks by all of his "friends". Fucking asshole though it was a good idea to get all of the school bullies to work together, coordinating their strikes so that they were almost untouchable. You were really only safe if you were one of the popular kids, a wealthy student or had the brute strength to shove them back. Otherwise, may Celestia have mercy on your soul if you ever cross their path...
Because for some reason they always cross mine...
Shit this is not something that I needed to deal with right now! Looking left and right I see most people avoiding eye contact with him and a couple other people I just noticed were with him. I started to panic as I began to think of all the things they could do to me...
They could cover me in glue...
LITERALLY shove me in one of the footlockers in the gym...
Shave me naked...
...
Shave me naked!? FUCK THAT!!!
Eventually I heard a voice in my head screaming HIDE MOTHER FUCKER! and decided to listen to it by diving under the table and huddling there in a fetal position. Eventually I heard footsteps come up to the table and I hold my breath in what can probably only be the most terrifying moment of my life!
Okay, second moment... The first was actually when I first had the gang of bullies chasing me after school but I digress.
Time seemed to slow down as I could hear some of them talking near the table.
"Hey, wonder where tall, puny and lanky is?" I hear one of them say.
"I dunno, he's usually hear by now... Think he decided to eat outside again?" Spoke his stupid counter part... Well, they're both stupid really...
"I don't know and I don't care, he can wait for another day. Right now I want to know where the hell did that... Wait a minute..." As soon as I hear his voice I knew for sure who was talking and what he was looking for, this must have meant they saw me but didn't recognize me.
"Hey guys! Check what I found!" I heard him say as I felt something pull hard on my ass.
Wait a minute, that's not my ass...
oh shit.
Before I knew it somebody pulled me by my tail so hard that I let out a yelp. I soon found myself staring frightfully at the person who was now holding me upside down by my tail and who was also probably my worst nightmare.
"Well well well, lookie at what I just caught boys!"
Staring at me with a large Cheshire smile and eyes that could burn hell I saw my worst enemy...
We slowly make our way into what could only be described as the greatest store on the planet.
Costco.
Well, that's what my brothers think of it, anyway. Frankly I think Toys R Us is much cooler...
Anyway, we begin to walk in, Momma flashing the old lady at the entrance a card before walking in. She doesn't even give me a glance before she smiles and motions us in.
"I hope you find what your looking for" She says to Mom with a smile.
Momma replies with a nod and a smile as well, probably glad that the woman didn't say anything about me.
I began to feel something weird as my ears... moved? Whoa, this is kinda creepy and maybe a little cool? Hey! I can even hear really far away now!
I aimlessly follow Momma as I try to figure out my ears, focusing in on sounds that I couldn't hear before. A stray bird that flew in from somewhere was now busy squawking loudly as it watched the people come and go from it's perch. I can hear the sizzling of the ovens from the food court as they cooked fresh pizza. Heck, I think I can even smell some!
As I continue on I soon begin to here fainter voices, like somebody was whispering... I stop as I try to focus in on what I was hearing, beginning to make out what a few words.
"... Is that really...."
"... can't believe that they would... Something like that...."
"Was it even HUMAN once?" That one seemed unusually close for some reason...
As I finally stop focussing on my ears and turn my attention to...
Where's Mom?
Suddenly realizing this I look around wide eyed as I try to look for my mother when I begin to notice that everyone was staring at me. Looking around I can see I was surrounded on all sides, people talking, whispering. I can hear it all.
I-I can hear everything!
Everything, why are they whispering about me? Why are they staring? I began to tear up as I tried to find my Mom.
"M-Momma?" I call out.
A few people hear this and instantly they back up a bit, seemingly surprised that I could talk.
"It can talk?"
"How is that even possible?"
"What the hell is it?"
I take a step forward, they take two steps back...
The whispering is getting louder now, all consuming noise. Where am I? Why am I alone? Where is my Momma?
Voices: accusing, anger, disgust, mockery... I can't take it anymore!!!
Without realizing what I was doing I bolted out of the the people who circled me and my my was to the clothes section, hoping to get away from the noise, the voices...
Looking left and right the scenery changes from tall rows full of bulk goods and foods to racks full of jeans, jackets and t-shirts. I eventually sit down and begin to cry, hoping that the noise would go away.
It doesn't but over time it begins to get fainter till the point I can't hear people making fun of me... Or something like that... I'm not exactly sure what they were saying but I know for sure that I didn't like it and that it was nothing good.
I sigh as I hug the thick jacket that I was clinging on too and dry my tears on it, trying to get my emotions under control and grasp the situation.
Alright, so... I currently lost my Mom, which I have no idea where she is.
Where am I? Well, that's easy, looking at the jacket and clothes I was somewhere in the clothes section, probably near the end of the store.
What should I do? Now that was a tough one, I don't know what to do...
"Hey, don't be afraid little bro."
My ears perk up as I hear the words that my older brother once told me when I tried to get over being afraid of the dark. A memory that always helped me when I was scared in any situation.
"Know that I am always here for you, and not just me but all of us, Spencer, Conor, Jason, Paul, Mom, Dad, even Chase. Never imagine yourself alone, even when you really are. Stand tall and proud because know we are always behind you."
I puff my chest out a little as I stand to my full height, which isn't that tall, but is still better than something and look out through the parted clothes.
Axel was right, there was no reason to be afraid.
I walk out into the open and start my search looking for Momma, I wasn't exactly right about how I had no idea where she was, chances are she was somewhere in the frozen foods section. As I make my way over I feel more people staring at me, their whispering getting starting to reach again and making me nervous...
Quick! What was some helpful advice to get out of situations!!!
I then began to remember another thing that Jason told me once to get out of a sticky situation.
"If you ever need to get people to ignore you then you need to make the biggest fool out of yourself in the obvious way, people would just think your trying to make a poor joke, laugh a little and walk away."
"Does that really work?" I remember asking.
He respond by shrugging. "I'm not sure, me and Paul are always long gone once we pull i off."
I hope this works...
I then decide to use one of my brother's favorite phrases.
I take a deep breath and begin the dialogue.
"HEY FOOLS!"
Everyone stares quietly and some even flinch when they hear the volume of my voice.
"I'M THE GODDAMNED BATMAN!!!"
Before I run off and high tail it outta hear, I'm a little curious about their reactions...
Some people just stare mouths open, a few have a confused look on their face, almost half are trying to stop themselves from laughing.
All of them dropped the items they were holding.
Eventually, one man holds both hands up in a surrendering gesture and speaking in a deep, but quite serious voice.
"Watch out, we gotta badass over here!"
Everyone proceeded to stare at him shocked, I was a little suprised too. I didn't think anyone would respond.
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In a dark room where no light reached a young man sat staring intently at the brightly lit monitor in front of him. His concentration so focused that-
"I swear to god I got you this time you fucking camper..."
...
Anyway, he was so focused in his conquest for revenge that-
"You've had your last kill today... Prepare to die!"
Okay, fuck this, I'm done!
*Door opens*
"Hey, how's the narrating thing going?"
"Fucking terrible, the stupid idiot is-"
"I GOT YOU NOW FUCKER!!!"
...
"He keeps interrupting me! I am fucking done! See you tomorrow..."
*Door slams shut*
...
*Sigh*
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I stared at the screen as I tried to position the swaying sight over the head of the enemy.
You see, I've been playing Battlefield 4 for a few days and it's been pretty good so far.
That is, until I found this douche bag sniper fucking killing me all the time!
But not this time, oh no, I have him now...
After dying for the 20th time from him I finally came back as a sniper myself and was currently looking at him from the hill I was on a good kilometer away. I know he sees me but I already got a bead on him, one press of the button and he's good as dead.
I slowly begin to squeeze the trigger when I feel something brush my leg without my notice, fearing the worst I instantly flinch.
"OH FUCK SPIDER!!! HELL NO!!! GE THE FUCK AWAY!!!" I scream as I quickly pat down my clothes to get rid of the menace but I stop a moment too late.
My eyes wide I stare at the screen as the gun barrel jerked from me moving so quickly and the shot fired, missing the target. I could only stare in a growing horror as I see the shot bounce off the wall behind the enemy sniper and in a quick flash from his muzzle the screen goes red, the words "You Died" flashing on the screen.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" I get on my knees, my cry of agony resonating through the house.
A few seconds after staring aimlessly at the screen I realized there was a reason for my folly, for my death, and that it was whatever brushed my leg.
"Who the fuck just touched my leg..." I say menacingly, looking to my right from where it came from, only to look down at a blue Pegasus mare that was staring at me with an unamused look.
"Get a grip, it's just a stupid game." She sighed as I stared at her in disbelief.
"But... You ruined my shot... How could you..." I sobbed.
She rolls her eyes and somehow turns off the Playstation.
"You know, instead of spending the entire night playing games you could work on the story you know."
I wave her off as I reach to turn on the console again so that I may extract my revenge.
"Eh, I'll let the narrator handle it, I hired him to work on it for me anyway."
"He quit."
"WHAT! WHY?" I exclaim as I stare at her in shock.
"You keep interrupting him because you keep shouting while playing, besides, it's your story, you should write it."
*Sigh*
"You do know that you've been narrating in first person, right? Kind of weird since you're the..."
"Alright, alright, I get it... Geeze..."
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The lights turn on in a room that was earlier dark. There were no windows and no places of entry except for a door that was open and led to a staircase that went somewhere upstairs. The room was sparsely furnished, as all that was there was a swivel chair, a 60' TV that sat on a stand across from it, and a coffee table next to the chair that had the game Battlefield 4 on it.
In the middle of the room stood a Pegasus mare and a tall young man in his late teens.
The mare stood below the man's waist, appearing to be around three feet at most. She was covered head to hoof in navy blue fur with a dark brown mane that had navy blue stripes going through it. Her mane was tangled and messy but other wise she appeared clean and neat. On her face was a look of skepticism as she stared up at her counterpart.
The man stood tall, at least 6' 3in and had a slouching posture. He was paled skin though had thick dark brown hair of a similar color to that of the mare next to him. Upon his face was a scraggly go-tee that he scratched periodically as if to appear to always be pondering. He wore a pair of loose fitting white and black plaid shorts that had a large number of pockets among them. On his torso he worse a light green shirt that had the words "Mountain Dew" across it.
"So..." The man began. "What exactly did you want me to get started on again?"
"I told you, continue with the story already! People want to know what's happening." She said in an exasperated tone.
The man smirks. "You just want to not be hanging at the edge of your tail I bet." He said, laughing as he saw the look of anger on the mare's face.
"Well of course I don't want to be hanging by the edge of my tail anymore, it fucking hurts!" SHe yelled, getting in the man's face.
"Hahah, alright, guess I'll get back to work then. Seriously though, I thought you wanted to get me for something more important though..."
"What could be more important than saving me!? In fact, why did you put me in that situation in the first place, we're pretty much the same person!" She ranted.
"Hey relax Spencer, it wont last much longer." The man replied, walking past the mare to the stairs.
Spencer let out a huff and followed.
"You know, this'll get confusing since we're the same person so I guess we'll just use our aliases for now." Replied the man. "I'll be Blue Spark, Sparky for short."
Spencer looked at Sparky, a look of confusion on her face.
"But I thought I was Blue Spark, I mean, I am based off of him."
"Oh that's right, you don't know the entire origin of your gender transformation yet." The man smirked.
"Wait, you know the reason why I'm a girl!?" Spencer replied with wide eyes.
"Of course, but I'm not telling you! For now though we'll call you Aquamarine Spark, or Aqua for short." Sparky replied laughing.
"Oh my god I can't believe that you're such a dick..."
"I am, now then, let's get out of this basement and see what's going on topside."
And with that Sparky opened the door at the top of the steps, squinting a little as his eyes were trying to get adjusted to the brightly lit hallway. Sparky held the door open for Aqua, closing it when she stepped out with a surprised look on her face.
"I don't remember my hallway looking like this..." She said with worry as she looked left and right with confusion.
"It isn't, this is kind of what the inside of my head looks like, a long hallway with a lot of doors keeping stuff in. The way out should be that door at the end."
Aqua nodded in shock as she followed Sparky down the seemingly endless hallway. Glancing back she could make out a sign that said "Gaming Room" on the room that they just left.
As they began to pass several random rooms with odd signs on them (One of them saying "Mountain Dew Pool") she stopped in front of one, looking up at one that had the sound of a large party coming room behind it.
"Anything interesting behind this door?" She asked as she reached out and pulled on the door that had a sign "Characters Yet To Appear".
Sparky paused for a second, a questioning look on his face as he glanced behind. As soon as he saw the door that she was reaching for though a flash of realization went across his face, the words "Oh shit!" going through his head as he sprinted towards her since she was a good several meters behind.
Sadly, he was too late as Aqua opened the door all the way.
She stood speechless as she stared who was in front of her, due to the harsh light coming from behind them though you couldn't get a good look at their features but it was obvious that whoever stood across from her was a Unicorn stallion. He stood a few inches taller then her having a skinny but well muscled physique. He had a rather long mane for a stallion but when he spoke Aqua could feel a deep burning in her chest almost ready to burst.
"Hey there, quite the party in here, huh?" He asked, looking back to see the party that was behind him though his features were still hidden by the light.
Aqua nodded dumbly, still transfixed by the stallion before her while trying to figure out why she was beginning to feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
"Hey, I don't think I've seen you before, what's your name?" The stallion ask in a friendly tone.
"Spen-I mean... A-Aqua... My name's Aqua." Her throat strained as she spoke, almost forgetting how to speak.
The stallion muttered the name a few times to himself as if trying to memorize it or recall something important.
"Aqua... Aqua... Huh, nice name, fitting for a Pegasus like yourself." She blushed at the compliment. "My name is-"
*SLAM*
The door suddenly slammed shut, breaking Aqua out of her trance and she stared wide eyed at Sparky.
"What was that for!?" She said in surprise.
"You weren't supposed to see that..." He muttered as he pulled out a key from one of his pockets and locked the door.
"Who was that?" She demanded, following him as he moved on at a brisk pace.
"You know how in almost every fanfic made in the brony fandom the protagonist usually has a love interest? That's yours."
Aqua stood speechless as she stared at Sparky in shock.
"I have a love interest!?"
Blue Spark nodded.
"Whoa whoa whoa, wait, hold on." She said as she got in front of him and stood on her hind legs, leaning on his chest. "You mean to tell me that him." She motions over to the door a few doors down. "Is going to become my coltfriend!?"
"In a sense, yes." Sparky then pushed Aqua back and was about to continue until she spoke again.
"And you thought I'd be okay with that!?"
He paused for a moment, appearing deep in thought though was cut off when she spoke again.
"I mean, not that I mind, I've always been alone... But I'm a guy on the inside. I don't swing that way. I'm going to get better and turned back to normal, right?" She said almost pleadingly.
Sparky stared into her eyes and sighed as he got down to one knee and put a hand on her shoulder.
"Truthfully... I don't know... You may turn back into the high schooler you once were or stay this way for the rest of your life. It's not up to me to decide, it's how the story flows." He then stood up, continuing walking. "Mostly though, it's up to you to decide. Do you want to turn back to normal if you were given the chance?"
"Well, yeah, of course I do." Aqua said in confusion.
"We'll see then when the time comes." He said ominously as he made his was to a door that was, surprisingly, at the end of the hall.
On the door, engraved in gold letters, were the words "Follow Your Heart".
"So... This is it?" Aqua asked as she stood behind Sparky, glancing at the door.
"Yeah, let's go inside." He said as he opened the door.
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Aqua stood still for a minute to let her eyes grow adjusted to the darkness. Glancing back, she sees that the door that they just went through disappeared. They are no standing in a hallway much more familiar (and shorter) to her which calmed her a little.
"You know, I was wondering how exactly you got to me when there wasn't any door here in the first place." Sparky pondered out loud.
"You... Provide a good point..." Aqua says after a moment of realization.
The Human and the Pony stand still for a moment trying to figure out what just happened and what to do next when a thunder of footsteps and they turned, jumping a little at the noise.
"Hey guys, bye guys!!!" A quick response came in perfect sync as two teenagers both dressed as Batman ran by carrying pillowcases full of... Something...
"Paul! Jason! Where are you two going?" Aqua exclaimed, more than a little surprised.
They both stop before they run out the door, the one on the left speaking first.
"Me and Paul are going out to go tee-pee Dan's house!" Says Jason.
"And then we're going to grab as much candy as we can before dark!" Continues Paul.
"We're hoping to beet our record of 50lbs from last year, wish us luck!" They both say at once and then run out the door.
A few seconds later Axel was running by, Terry holding on for dear life on his shoulder. One was wearing casual clothing while the other was dressed in a cowboy outfit.
Ironic, really...
"You guys wait up I wanna see this happen!" Axel yells while he laughs out loud.
"Faster pony, faster!"
"Dude chill, you're friggin' heavy!" Axel panted as he went through the door that Jason and Paul went through, heading down the same street that they took.
...
"That is the funniest thing I have ever seen..." Sparky finally commented on.
"Yeah, tell me about it." Came a voice from behind the two.
They both turned and behind them stood Conor with Chase in a little red wagon. Conor was wearing his old army uniform that he used in the army, missing all the lethal parts, of course. Chase was wearing a little pirate costume, as well as a little wooden sword and pirate hat to boot. The wagon was also decked out to look like a poorly made pirate ship too.
"You guys too?" Sparky said.
Conor, for some reason or another, didn't seam surprised by the strangers appearance or why he was in their house.
"Yeah, I thought we should get an early start before it's bedtime, right Chase?" Conor asked smiling.
Despite still being a pony Chase smiled and nodded, swinging his sword and making "ARRRRR" noises.
"Welp, we'll see you guys outside." And with that they were off as well.
Aqua stood there for a moment, a surprised look on her face.
"Wow... Looks like almost everyone is going out except-"
"Yoohoo!"
"Oh my god..."
For one more time the duo turned around and this time they were greeted by the adults of the house.
Or at least the mature ones.
In front of us stood Aqua's Mom and Dad, both dressed up in large salt in pepper shakers.
Alright, maybe not quite so mature...
"Mom, Dad, what are you guys doing?" Aqua asked.
"Oh, me and your Father decided to join the kids for once! Maybe snatch up a few pieces of candy from them when they aren't looking." The salt shaker replied
"I'm only eating the Snickers... That's it..." Stated the pepper shaker grumpily.
"But you guys never go trick-or-treating, you always have Conor or Axel watch everyone else." Said Aqua, more than a little surprised.
"Yes, but we decided to go with them this time as a family, make it more fun!"
"You decided, you pretty much threatened me in here on the terms that I don't eat dinner if I didn't!"
"Anyway, we don't want to get left behind. Chow!" And with that the Salt and Pepper shakers waddled by, one exclaiming what a wonderful time they were going to have while the other grumbled that they wish they had a beer.
"Why's everyone going out for trick-or-treating? This hasn't happened before..." Aqua trailed off.
"When was the last time you went trick-or-treating?" Sparky asked, genuinely curious.
"I stopped when I entered high school, didn't want to give the bullies another reason to bug me." She whispered.
"Well maybe then it's time to change." Sparky said smiling while he pushed her out the front door.
"H-Hey, watch it, geeze!" Her reply was harsh though the look in her eyes insisted that she found it amusing.
"Go on, enjoy your Nightmare Night." Sparky said as he waved her off.
Aqua nodded and was about to go but stopped, a thought crossing her mind.
"What about you, don't you want to get some candy?" She asked.
"I'll pass, I'm not a fan of candy anymore." He replied shaking his head.
"Come on, it'll be fun." She motioned him to follow.
Sparky grinned and stepped up to the door and seemed about ready follow before he stopped and grabbed the door with his hand.
"Afraid I'll have to pass Aqua, this is your story, not mine." And with that he closed the door on her surprised look.
He paused for a second, his back against the door until he looked through the peep-hole, confirming that the mare had left to go with her family. Sparky sighed sadly as he rested his back against the door.
"Man... I wish my life was half as awesome as yours..." He said sadly.
The sad look though was soon replaced one by determination as he began to head upstairs and opened a door. Behind it was a regular room that looked just like any other normal room owned by a teenager. Slightly messy but also organized in it's own way. A bed half made, shelves full of video game manuals and comic books and a closet where all the clothes were on the floor instead of hangers. In the middle of the room though was a laptop on top of a dinner tray in front of a (in my opinion) very comfy swivel chair.
A quick glance to the clock on the wall and Blue Spark confirmed the time.
"7:00pm, huh? I still got time." He said as he cracked his knuckles and sat down in front of the glowing computer monitor.
"My story may never be interesting, Aqua, but that doesn't mean that yours has to be either."
And for the rest of the night you could hear typing coming from the room, until in was morning and the teenager was found drooling on his laptop.
"D-do you t-think you could put me down?" I whimper as I hung upside down looking at my captor.
"Please?" I add quietly as my last statement only seemed to make Dan's smirk wider.
I frantically try to pull myself up, gravity beginning to do a large number on me as I could feel all the blood rushing to my head, but I couldn't seem to get the strength to do so. Instead I opted for trying to cover my nether region and hope that they don't move me around too much. I was pretty much in full view for them which was, quite honestly, REALLY embaracing.
Especially when you have no idea what Dan is thinking.
Dan's cronies began to walk closer, inspecting me as if I was a fresh kill made on a hunt.
"Well what do you know, it's one of those horse things from the news!" Said Dan.
"I wonder how it wondered in here..." Inquired the bully to Dan's left.
"Hey look! I bet it's a female!" Joked the other, moving his hand closer to where my hooves were.
"Please stop, what to you want?" I plead as I try to swat the guy's hands away with a hoof.
"Ow!" He exclaimed as he brought his hands away.
Obviously I hit him pretty hard with the... well... hard part of my hoof... (Not sure what it's called.)
"You little bitch!" He said, bringing his fist back for a punch.
I flinch as I see it begin to come near me but it stops when I hear two familiar voices speak from behind me.
"Yo asshole, drop our brother now or else you'll regret it!"
I try to turn behind me from my position and my eyes go wide when I see my two younger brothers glaring at the three bullies.
"Jason! Paul! What are y-" I cut myself off as I my body begin to soon experience a feeling of weightlessness.
Looking down, or up in this case, I see the ground rushing up to meet me.
*CRACK!*
A large spike of pain go through my head as my vision flickers. I become disoriented for a second as I try to register what happened. Looking to my right from where I lay on my back I could see Paul and Jason looking at me in shock, Paul trying to rush over to me but being blocked by one of Dan's goons while Jason started shouting something that I couldn't understand.
A few seconds later I begin to make out words again but instead of Jason speaking it was Dan, though it was a bit disoriented and I was having trouble figuring out what the words meant...
"Hey, I did what you said and dropped her... Or..." He smirks and stares at me before continuing. "Do you mean to tell me that our favorite dweeb in the whole school is this horse!"
Jason just stared, anger in his eyes but also surprise for giving my real identity away...
You see, Dan didn't know who I was... I was just the blue girl horse that he decided to pick on instead of Spencer, his favorite target. Since he now knows that it's me... Well... He also knows that I'm a brony so the jokes are probably about to get worse.
"Heheheh, I knew you were a bitch on the inside all along, told yah!" Said the bully not holding back Paul.
I soon heard a motion of leg movement and I felt a jolt of pain through my gut and I doubled over coughing, trying not to feel sick.
Lucky for me he decided to kick me in the stomach and not my wing... I'm not sure yet how sturdy they are and it would be bad to get one of them broken.
"Bastard!" Paul yelled as he brought his arm back for a punch but stopped when I spoke.
"Stop! This as nothing to do with you!" I coughed again and shakily tried to get to my hooves but with a lot of difficulty without accidentally throwing up... God I don't feel so good but if this doesn't stop then some bad shit is about to go down.
I turned to Dan as I continued, hoping that he would listen.
"Dan, this has nothing to do with them... I've never seen them before here at school... *Cough*." I wheeze as I take a shaky breath.
Jason and Paul look at me in shock while Dan had an interested look on his face. His two cronies though had confused looks on their faces though, which isn't surprising...
"Are you sure Spencer? Last I checked, derp one said that you were their brother..."
"Spencer, what are you-" I cut Jason off as I glared at him for a second to be quiet.
I know this is gonna hurt... Probably a lot emotionally... But despite the fact that Jason and Paul are pretty popular they are only freshman. Their popularity isn't big enough for them to be safe from people like Dan and once you got him on your tail your life goes from being great to a living hell. Kinda why I stay alone, not only for the fact that I want to be left alone but anyone that does try to get close to me only gets hurt in the end. It might actually be a surprise to some people that I'm their brother, I'm polar opposite of them personality wise...
"We both know that I have no siblings... No family, no friends... You said so yourself every time we "meet" everyday." I stare flatly at Dan as if the beating I took never happened.
He huffs for a second while looking deep in thought for a second.
"But he said that you were their brother, right Dan?" One bully said while the other nodded.
"Shut up!" Dan shouted, glaring at them both while they flinched back.
"I am a man of my word after all... And besides, if I say you have no family then it's true." He shrugs, smirking at my brothers, hoping for a reaction.
"But we- ouch!" Paul starts to say but is cut short when I silently buck him in the shin.
"They have nothing to do with this, they're just so random guys I met this morning." I said again, trying not to shiver as I see an expression of anger flash across his face at the chance to harm those close to me get taken away from him but it is soon back to his careless look as he glances my brothers up and down individually.
"They got in my way, that's enough excuse for me to pulverize them..." He smirks as my eyes go wide in fear.
I never wanted my brothers to get hurt.. This'll ruin their lives if they start getting targeted! There has to be something that I can-
"I think that's enough out of you, Dan." I hear a melody like voice speak up from behind him.
Despite how noisy the lunch room was at the beginning of all of this it was deathly quiet now. Before people were just watching or pretend that nothing was happening but all heads turned to the sound of what was our savior. The few that stood up to get a better looked cleared a path as not to get in their way.
"This doesn't have anything to do with you Karen." Dan glowered as he turned around to glare at the girl behind him.
Behold Karen Parker, Sunset High School's head cheerleader as well as prom queen for three years running, now entered for win number four. The girl of nearly every guy teenagers dreams, she's beautiful, smart, wealthy, athletic and one of the most popular people of the school.
Among the to five to be exact, or "Big Five" as the school calls them, and she was pretty much untouchable by Dan.
Doesn't exactly explain why she's currently saving my ass now, does it?
"I'm afraid what your doing to the young lady over here is a crime as well as a sex offence you know..." She spoke seductively as she swayed her hips left and right, circling Dan and his boys as if they she were a predator.
And they most certainly were acting the part of the pray, practically shaking in fear of what she could do to them.
Or at least the two that weren't Dan, but even then he still looked a little nervous but did a good job of hiding it..
She eventually came to a stop in front of me so that she was between the two of us. She twirled a hand through her hair before slipping it behind her ear. If it weren't for all the guys staring at her ass (and I think one even fainted...) they would have noticed her smirk at Dan's conflicted reaction.
Sure he could beet her up here but like I mentioned before, she was too popular to touch. Coupled with the fact that her boyfriend was the captain of the football team and you'd get a world of pain if you even looked at her wrong. He's that protective, but a pretty nice guy I heard.
Dan let out a huff and waved for his lackeys to follow, though before I could let out a sigh of relief he shot one last glare in my direction.
"Don't think that this is over yet Spencer, I will be back..." With that said he walked off though showved a few people out of his way in his progress.
Once he got out of sight I let out the sigh I was holding, only to cough a second later groan as I held my sore stomach. Paul and Jason were instantly at my side as I tried to wave them off somehow, mumbling I was fine.
"Hey, you okay there?" I glanced up and noticed that our savior was still there, though instead of the confident smirk she always wore she looked concerned.
"Y-yeah..." I sighed as I tried to stand up again.
"Hey, give the guy some space." Karen said as she looked at my brothers who looked at each other in confusion before looking to her again, a stern expression on their face,
"And why should we listen to you?" Paul asked suspiciously.
"Yeah, what if you plan on trying to make her sterile like the last guy?" Jason continued.
Karen was about to reply something, probably along the lines of how bad of a time that joke was and how she just saved our asses but I decided to step in despite how much I wanted to get rid of what was left of my breakfast.
"Jason, Paul, can't you see how much Karen just saved our fucking asses right now?" I accidentally swore due to exhaustion.
"You know her?" Paul asks.
I just stared at him in a "are you fucking serious" face while Karen just laughs.
"Well, to put it in simpler terms I suppose you could say I am one of the few people that Dan can't "touch"." She replies with a smirk.
"Oh yeah? We would've beaten the crap out of him and his stupid friends easily if you didn't stop us!" Jason challenged, cracking his knuckles as if preparing for a fight.
*Sigh* "Don't you guys get it? The reason you should be afraid of him is not the fact that he's an ass but the fact that he has almost a 5th of the school in the palm of his hand..." I take a glance around, noticing a few people who appear to be listening in closely. "Some of which are probably listening in on us right now."
I think the situation might have finally dawned on them because they suddenly grew quiet and looking around at all the stares that we've been getting.
Course, I only thought that, what actually happened was...
"So you mean to tell me that he actually has SPIES all over the school?"Jason asks, still acting serious.
"Uhhh... Kind of, yeah, what else could I-"
"You know I always wanted to be the main guy in one of those Call of Duty games, right?" He suddenly said, turning to Paul who was nodding enthusiastically.
"Wait, what does this have to- why are you on the table!?" I said surprised as they both hopped up on the table, grasping each other in a way that held each other up both physically and mentally.
"Hey you assholes!" Shouted Paul.
"Yeah, we got a message for you all!" Continued Jason.
I only stared mouth open as they did the exact opposite of what I wanted them to do right now, Karen watching form the sidelines with a smirk on her face as she seemed to know what they were up to.
"Those of you who decide to mess with our little sister!" Paul began as he leaned down and grabbed my left hoof.
"Hey what are you-"
"Have to answer to us!" Jason continued as he grabbed my other hoof and pulled me up.
And I don't mean pulled me up on the table, they each put their hands underneath my arm pits and hefted me up much like they did Simba from that Lion King movie.
"We are the brothers who will pierce the heavens, and Dan's reign of terror will end!!!" They spoke together now, as one, but the way they were going on about this was getting the crowd into it as well, some even voicing their agreement.
"FOR LIBERTY!" Shouted Jason.
"FOR EQUALITY!" Shouted Paul.
"FOR FUCKS SAKE PUT ME DOWN ALREADY!!!" I yelled panicking, flailing my limbs around though flinched as they aggravated the bruise in my side.
"For the dethroning of Dan!" Karen added, walking in front of our table.
At this, the crowd was so riled up that everyone cheered, clapping their hands in agreement though I could see a few whispering and some even giving me dirty looks. More then a few of their owners eventually leaving in the same direction the Dan went. A pit formed in my stomach as they now know who we were for sure and were probably more then willing to pound our face in when they got the chance.
"Hey get down from there!" I hear a voice yell as I see one of the teachers suddenly in the cafeteria pointing at Paul and Jason.
"Whoops, looks like it's time to act like Batman and disappear!" Paul announces as he and Jason get down from the table and set me down.
"Stay safe big sis, we got yah covered!" Jason said as he pats me on the head as he and Paul run down the hall, laughing like madmen with the teacher following them shortly after.
"God dammit, how many times to I have to say it that I'm not a GIRL!" I stop my hoof at the last word for emphasis.
"You got some neat brothers." Karen said as she walked up behind me.
"More like insane..." I mutter under my breath as I just realized something.
"Anyway, why'd you save my ass anyway?" I ask curiously.
She frowns a little at the use of my foul tongue but continues to hold her head high to try and ignore it.
"You see, you aren't the only person who got turned into a pony at school, though I think you are the only one that had their..." She stops when she sees my ears fall back a little and skips that part. "Anyway, some of the girls from the squad have fallen ill as well. You're either pretty brave or really stupid to make it to school in your form."
"I don't need your pity." I dislike it when others treat me lower then them, even when they I am...
"It's also not just pity you know, the rest of the girls plan on coming to school tomorrow and if bullies suddenly started targeting random horses and one of them were from my squad, I don't want to even think about it." She states before she sits down on one of the benches at my usual spot.
I join her as I see her reasoning. Again, nobody at the school is really ever willing to out right help me unless it involves them in some way.
"So... You're not gonna tell the rest of the school who I am, right? I mean, most of them already know about me since that big scene but..."
"Hey, no prob, I understand when someone doesn't want something that they keep secret to get out."
"Thanks." I smile a little.
"Don't mention it. Now, I'd love to stay and chat but I need to go eat with my friends. Good luck." And with a quick pat on my back she's gone.
I sit down contemplating what just happened in the last 10 minutes.
On one side my worst enemy just found out who I am and now has more cannon fodder to throw at me.
On the other I may have gained a powerful ally...
"God I hope there aren't anymore surprises today..." I sigh as I dig through my backpack for my lunch.
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I spent the rest of the day restless, always watching my back in case I see Dan round any corners. It was also difficult to pay attention in class what with everyone staring at me. One of the teachers even called the office to check to see if I was "legit" and that they weren't "imagining things". Truthfully, the last few hours of the school day felt like years but I was glad when I finally heard the bell.
I had all my tings packed up and was making my way to the buses. Hopefully nobody will sit next to me as usual and I can live the rest of my day in peace and quiet.
Usually people would say "enjoy the rest of their day" but I doubt that I'll be having any fun today...
I finally make my way to the door through the hundreds of teenagers trying to get out of the school when I stop in my tracks.
About 20 yards from the door I was in was Dan, as well as around 30 other school bullies just happened to be "hanging around".
Course the moment I open the door our eyes lock, both of us looking at each other in surprise. I on the other hand was lucky enough to get out of my shock fast enough and bolt through the door before it closed, barely able to hear Dan shout to his fellow bullies that I have arrived.
The chase was on!
Oh sweat Jesus I just hope I get out of this okay...
