A Riddle by Nature

                                                          Chapter 2: And As Troubles Kept Coming…

“Look I'm open minded, and I'm a brony, but how is it possible to turn into a pony." I was staring to get upset.

"Well, I'm not entirley sure if we are turning into ponies, I hope were not. But if we are I bet it has something to do with Discord." She said and mumbeled something unde rher breath that sounded like. "That no good traitor."

I though on this for a moment and siad “Well, even if what you say is true why would we be becoming these two?”

She frowned, “I don’t know but to me it just seems...right” she had a point it did seem right. Ashley was alot like Spitfire she was a bit commanding sometimes and here hair was a bright red.

I on the other hand was a bit of a loner, I didn't wear my hair in a mohawk but it was pretty close to Zecora's shade of black, and yes I was African American.

“Alright then, my dear old friend. What should we do to help me and you?” I asked her.

She just sat there. “Look, it’s late and there’s not much we can do right now, but I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to be alone. What if the transformation continues?”

I thought for a second. “As always you are correct, of course I don’t want to wake up alone as a horse.”

She smiled, “Great, then you can sleep on my couch tonight.”

The next morning, I got up and immediately felt an odd sensation on my head, like some of my hair was gone. I ran to the bathroom and saw the problem. over night my hair had migrated to the center of my head and it was starting to form a Mohawk. It also looked slightly striped some of it was noticeably lighter than it had been the night before. Ashley walked into the room and started laughing uncontrollably.

But as soon as I saw her I felt a lot better. “I wouldn’t laugh at my hair Ashley or I might judge your new do rather brashly.” She looked in the mirror and saw that her hair had changed overnight, it now looked a lot more like Spitfire’s mane, it was now more orange instead of her original red and it was spiked. In addition her eyes were now orange and seemed, at least to me, slightly larger. I checked the mirror again and saw that my eyes were still a light blue color, but Zecora's eye color matched my own pretty well anyways.

“Oh man, I really liked my old hair style.” I walked into the kitchen with Ashley pouting behind me.

“Well now that the transformation is going through, will you tell me what we are going to do?”

She stared at me. “Well I think we need to get supplies. I mean if this thing keeps going we won’t be able to go into public very soon.”

We spent all morning compiling a list of what we might need once the change was complete.

I looked over the list and said “Ok I’ll find the miscellaneous while you find whatever we need to feed us.”

Ashley looked at me and smiled, “Right, soldier you were always good at organizing this kind of operation”, she said as we walked to our cars. “Meet you back at home base around 1700 hours.”

I was at the veterinary store picking up some vaccines we might need if we transformed but when I looked at the back and saw all the unnatural ingredients something came over me.

I yelled at the man working the counter, “You dare to put this in the Equestrian race!? I have never heard of such a disgrace!”

I threw the medication at the man and stormed out the door. Before I knew what was happening I had driven to an apothecary and bought a lot of herbs and spices. When I got to my car and got my thoughts together I realized what i had done, “Wait why did I buy these? The last thing I remember was saying where are the meds please?”

I looked at the herbs and thought, It must be Zecora’s talent with brews this is what I’d buy if I was in her shoes. I was shocked to realize that I was even thinking in rhymes. I looked at the list in my hand and thought, well the rest these things should be at the store so I shall dilly dally no more.

Shopping at a department store when you have to talk in rhymes is no easy feat, especially when you look more like a Zebra every minute. I first realized how far I had transformed when I walked in the store and I saw my reflection in the window and saw that my hair was longer and more striped. my ears also looked more pony-like as they had moved further up my head, and come to a point. Also in the car an uncomfortable pressure had formed near my ass and I had a pretty good idea what it was. I ran to the bathroom and locked myself in a stall so I could check and sure enough a tail fell out but it wasn't a horse’s tail, it was less hair and more skin and bone, but it was still pretty long.

“Well these ears and a mane are just no good. Now I’m going to have to find a hood.” Fortunately there were plenty of hooded clothes in the store including a wonderful brown cloak that hung onto my back. After the little incident with my tail, it didn’t take long to get everything I needed but as I walked out of the store something in the jewelry department caught my eye. It was a collection of gold necklaces and bracelets with matching earrings and for some reason I can’t explain I couldn't resist putting them in the cart.

Once I got to the checkout aisle I thought everything would be clear, but since I had to take off my hood to buy it everyone saw my ears, which were almost fully formed now, and my mane, which was completely striped and fully Mohawked, and well…it got really quiet really fast.

The man attending the check out was completely distracted by my appearance, so much that at the end he asked, “Um, will there be anything else ma’am?”

I just shook my head. I didn't want anyone to hear my rhymes. The total was around 400 dollars since some of the stuff, like some special gloves for picking up objects. And the jewelry, hadn't been so cheap.

I was almost out the door when a little girl ran up to me.She looked me over a moment then said “Miss Zecora could I get a picture with you pwease?”

The girls mother walked over and said, “Sorry miss, but she loves My Little Pony and once she saw your outfit there was no stopping her, I hope it won’t be any trouble.”

I regained my composure and smiled, “No I’d be glad to pose for a picture I would do anything for a sweet girl just like her.”

The girl squeaked as she cheered “You’re rhyming like her! you really are Zecora!”