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NOTE: I will use the CMC's (AKA: MCM) Pony names instead of their human names. For reference, here is the names in Human name (Pony name) format

George Darkhorse (Scootaloo) [also referred to as I, because first person]

Megan Finley (Sweet Belle)

Katrina {LAST NAME NOT GIVEN} (Apple Bloom)

I hope this clears things up.

May 8 2020 00:30

"Miss Cheerilee?" I ask as she stretches over me in my bed. "Your feet are kind of on top of me. Can you move them?"

"Oh, sorry. I'll move my ... HOOVES?! WHAT IS THIS MADNESS?"

"Shush! I don't want you waking the girls!"

"oh.. right."

"Lets go back to sleep."

"Good plan."

May 8 2020 07:31

"Do you have any hay in the kitchen?" Miss Cheerilee asked, acting like that was a normal question.

"Umm... nnno. Why would I have hay in my kitchen? I think humans are allergic to hay anyway." I respond, with the utmost confusion.

"Well, I don't think I'm human any more. Look at me with my tail, my hooves, my mane, and tell me that I'm human. Even my teeth have changed! Anyway, I'll just have some lettuce." she says, taking a bite out of a head of lettuce. Shocked, she says

"This.

IS.

BUCKING.

AMAZING!"

"Calm down, Miss Cheerilee, It's just lettuce. Although, maybe your diet is becoming ponified." I add.

"If that's the case, then meat must taste disgusting! But I don't think we should test that." Apple Bloom muses. "I should probably talk to my parents about this. I don't want you to do this alone, and I don't want to get in trouble for this."

"That sounds like a good idea. Don't worry, they let me and Apple Bloom go to Pony con 2014 in Boston alone. And that was a plane ride away! I'm sure they will let us do this! We just have to check!" Sweet Belle adds.

"You're right, it would be terrible to do this alone. I think you girls should go now, before any major changes happen." I say, kind of distraught. "And make sure its a yes!"

"I think that is a good idea. Also, add that Miss Ch- I'm sorry, Miss Goldenrod is going through the same thing. Also, you should take pictures. I'm ready." Miss Cheerilee suggests.

"Can we take them from EVERY angle? You don't have to agree, just it would help show the ponifcation..." Apple bloom mutters.

"Everywhere EXCEPT my privates. I don't want someone to... ummm... welll..." Miss Cheerilee responds, the awkwardness palpable.

"Oh.. sorry. That was awkward."

"Let's just get this over with."

May 8 2020 07:52

"AAND, DONE!" Sweet Belle squeals. "Now we just have to print them out!"

"I'm glad. That took WAY too long." Miss Cheerilee mutters. "With any luck, they'll believe us. Now, I think it's time for you two to go."

"But who will keep Scootaloo company?"

"I will. He needs somepony with him for this. I don't want him to have to go through this alone like I did."

"And I can start using my DJ set I got for my birthday!" I say. "With headphones of course. Don't want to wake the neighbors." Looking at Cheerilee, I add with a smirk, "It comes with 2 pairs of headphones. You want to listen?"

"Of course. I at least want to see if that is actually your special talent. You've never DJed before, right?"

"Yep. It will be amazing or terrible."

"I'm going. Don't get lonely Scoots, ok?" Apple says as she goes to my mom's room to prepare.

"Me too!" Belle adds. She goes to the guest room, previously my father's.

"Will try"

May 8 2020 07:52

Apple Bloom's perspective

So I'm ready to leave. I have my pictures of Cheerilee, my cutie mark (Why is this on my checklist? Beats me.) and a shirt. Wait, I forgot pants. And underwear. I  must have forgotten that having no pants on and painting cutie marks on your flank is considered odd, even in the brony community. I shudder for a moment. How could I forget the ideas that sends? Then, I realise. I'm turning into a pony. Nudity is normal in pony society.

I guess I didn't realise it yesterday. I must of thought it was a dream. That realization hits me like a sack of bricks. Filled with depleted uranium. What happened to my home? What happened to Equestria?

Ok, I need to stop thinking about this. I have to talk with my parents about this. Poor Scoots. I put on my jeans and leave, having no words worth saying. I can't say I know the feeling, because I don't. Scratch that, I CAN'T. I can't know what it's like to have the only one parent care for you, while the other hates you for liking MLP. Then having your dad, the parent you can talk to, leave your life. Then, after much abuse by your mom, have her leave, threatening to send you to a mental hospital. And leaving just three days before your birthday.

Ouch.

Walking out into the street, I get no odd looks. That will end soon. I think to my self.

May 8 2020 07:55

Knock Knock.

"Who is it?" my dad asks.

"Its me Ap- Karina!" I reply.

"Come on in."

He calls for my mom, sits down, and gestures for me to do the same. I comply, and he asks me "You look troubled, Karina. What is the matter?"

"My friends and I are turning into pones." I say. Big what in three, two, one.

"WHAT!?" Everyone yells except for me.

"Hold on to your pones, let me explain."

May 8 2020 08:10

"O-Okay....." My dad says, totally confused. "You mentioned that Miss Goldenrod is going through the same thing, just a day ahead. Can we see the pictures?"

I show them the pictures. "Here they are. I have something else to show you when your done with those."

"O-Okay.... Something tells me you're not making this up. Like your hair. It looks like a pony's mane." My mom points out.

"I need to see that for my self." I walk into the bathroom. They weren't kidding. It looks just like a mane, extending so long. Hey, wait, is that a red hair? Apple Jack has red hair, I seem to be getting red hair. Oh sweet Celestia.

"We're done! Now, what did you wan't to show us?"

"A cutie mark."

"Well then."

May 8 2020 08:40

I just spent the last half hour disusing me staying with Scootaloo. You didn't miss much.

"On one hand, I don't wan't to have my little girl leave me. But on the other, I think your friend needs assistance." my dad says. A moment of consideration later, he adds "I made my choice." He looks at mom, she nods in agreement. He continues, "I'll let you do it. On one condition though."

"What is it?" I ask. I'm a little surprised I made it this far.

"That you'll still remember me and mom. No matter what happens. Promise?"

"I pinky promise."

My mom has a slight chuckle. "You don't have to."

"Thanks mom."

"No problem."

May 8 2020 08:55

Well that was easy. I'm glad of course, but it seems too easy. Like a writer wan'ted to get this over with. Oh well, it's better than it being too hard. Let me see, I have my clothes on, my backpack, the photos, tons of nuts and veggies (they wanted me to take them, even after I refused), $1,000 and brushes (tooth and hair). As I leave, I call out to my parents. "I'll come back after this is over. I promise!"

A/N: I skipped over SB's talk with her parents. Its almost exactly the same. If people REALLY want me to do it, I guess I will. I will tell you that SB's hair becomes pony colors first, instead of length first.

I feel the need to sprint over to Scoot's apartment. I don't know why, but I don't want many people seeing this. Oh, wait, I know: it's because I'm going to look like a pony soon. Why did I need to remind my self that this is odd? Oh wait, I'm about to run into a wall. A quick turn later and Scoot's apartment appears. I wonder what he was doing all this time.

May 8 2020 08:00

Scootaloo's perspective

"Well, they're gone." I say, failing so hard to hide my sadness.

"They'll be back. Why don't you try using the turntables?" Miss Cheerilee says, trying to help.

"Oh right! I almost forgot about that! How about I mix "Don't you worry Child" by SHM and "Sweet nothing" by Calvin Haris?"

"Both of those are from 7 years ago."

"I'm feeling nolgastic."

"Good enough reason"

May 8 2020 08:30

"So, how am I doing?" A sly smirk comes across my face. "I'm at least having fun,"

"Actually quite good, especially considering that you have never touched a turntable before." Miss Cheerilee says. "If DJ Pon3 is on earth you should do a collaboration with her."

"Well, that's one cutie mark confirmed. Now to test my scootering skills. I wonder why I got presents that fit my cutie marks. I don't care, it's just a bit too convenient"

"Take your little joy ride, purple eyed George"

"My eyes are purple?" I take a look in the mirror. I mean, she could be pulling my leg.

She wasn't.

"WHAT? Oh sweet celestia."

"Are you going to scooter?"

"Na, I'll get back to DJing."

May 8 2020 08:56

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but somepony is at the door. Did I just say somepony? I must be partying like it was 2014." I unplug my headphones (which auto pauses the music) and walk over to the door.

"I understand." Miss Cheerilee says, sad that I have to stop mixing.

Opening the door I see Apple Bloom. She says "Thanks for opening the door. Oh I see you have tried DJing. How did you like it?"

"I loved it! Thanks for asking!" I chirp.

"Did you try scootering?"

"No, I don't want to be seen with MOTHER BUCKING *PURPLE* eyes. Also, did you get hair extensions? They look so natural."

"Nope. My hair grew when I was talking to my parents. By the way, I CAN STAY WITH YOU!"

Shocked, I respond "Seriously? Like, forever?"

"YEP"

"Wow. Also, what is in your back pack?"

"Pony food, tooth and hair brushes and $1,000. I'm still amazed they believe me. I'm sorry your mother isn't so supporting. If that makes you feel better."

"Not really, but thanks for trying. Do you want to listen to my 8bit by Deadmau5 vs Maths (Orignal mix) by Deadmau5 mix?"

"Its really good!" Miss Cheerilee adds.

"I'll listen to it. But the newest song in the mix came out 7 years ago." Apple Bloom questions.

"Turning into ponies makes me feel nolgastic for when ponies were broadcast on sundays." I respond.

"You too?"

"I was about to ask you if you felt the same way."

May 8 2020 09:01

We're considering what songs to play next when Sweet Belle knocks the door.

"Can SOMEPONY please open the BUCKING DOOR? SOMEONE IS TRYING TO BUCKING RAPE ME!" She yells.

I rush to open the door.

I see Sweet Belle tied up in rope, running away from HIM. My Mom's former boyfriend. Just LOOKING at him is enough to give me nightmares. "I know you. Steven Blackheart. Sex offender."

He responds with a creepier-than-a-zombie-infested-abandoned-hospital grin on his face. "Multi-time sex offender. Did you even read my badge?"

Wait, he has a BADGE OF HONOR for raping people. I'm starting to think he's not even human. I notice Sweet Belle being pulled back. I get the knife. Wait, I should get the scissors. No, I shouldn't. They couldn't cut through the rope. "You are not going to add Sweet Belle to your list of victims!"

He pulls out a huge knife. "Two can play that game."

I lunge towards the rope connecting her to him, shouting "You Will Fall!".

He blocks my knife with his own. "I knew doing fencing in high school would pay off"

AB comes over holding the coffee table, attempting to smack him with it. "YOU WON'T TOUCH MY FRIEND IF I HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT IT!"

He doges, still keeping his calm demeanor. "Good thing you don't."

I use the moment while he doges to knock the knife out of his hand. I slash at the rope. It's doing damage but I can't get it all the way though. I manage to get 1/4 the way though before he pulls back and I hit SB in the arm. "OWWWW!" SB screams as my knife slashes her skin.

"So much for friendship being magic." He shouts as he lassos me.

"You're not taking us both!" I shout as I take another slash at SB's rope. I weaken the rope some more, but this time from a different angel.

Thankfully for me and SB, AB attacks with the table again. He doges, but Cheerilee hits him with her hooves, knocking him back and make him release the ropes. Unfortunately, he grabs them before we can escape. "You're getting away with nothing!" he yells at us as he kicks Cheerilee into the air.

"Take this!" AB shouts at SB while giving her a knife. She hacks at her rope some more, getting it to be 3/5 cut through before he picks her up.

"You're not getting away with this!" I say as I slash at his arm holding her. Dammit, I can't reach it any more. I slash at his chest in desperation. He hangs SB off the balcony. "SHIT."

"Now, if you cut her rope, she dies. I'm good at fighting aren't I?" He says, trying to keep his calm demeanor which is clearly fading. I see an opportunity to attack his chest. I take it, slicing a good cut on him.

"This isn't over yet." SB says with determination. She takes the chance to stab him in the back of the knee. He begins to lean forwards in pain. AB grabs her rope as he lets go.

"WHAT DID I SAY?"

"I can still win this." he says with weakness in his voice. I notice that he's trying to swing me over the railing. I hit his arm, stopping him from killing me.

"I'm calling the cops now. You're not getting away with this." AB says with strong determination in her voice. "Friendship doesn't break so easily now does it?"

"You won't, I won't let you." he says, grabbing SB's rope. SB and I slash the remainder of the rope away. SB lands a punch on him, knocking him out.

"Owwwww...."

"The police are on their way" Apple Bloom says. "I just hope we don't get convicted for salt."