Cold? Nay, BLUEby Eternal InfernapeChaptersChapter 1: Applying Rule 1Chapter 2: Apparently Not AloneChapter 3: Making Magical MightChapter 4: Welcome to the Dream...Chapter 1: Applying Rule 1Chapter 1: Applying Rule 1 Shadowmoss Suburbs, SC Saturday, 10:25 P.M. I had the strangest of dreams last night. I dreamt of a dark place, when suddenly, there was this ‘pop’, and then a white mansion rose out of the ground. It looked really fancy, like the kind you would expect a rich person to have.Then the dream ended at that, and I woke up. It was weird, because it was the first dream that I remembered so vividly. I wasn’t sure what it meant, but I was too tired to think about it in more detail. Anyways, I woke up, but felt tired and wanted to go to sleep again, but for some reason, I couldn’t fall back to dreamland. So I just laid in my bed, enjoying that unmoving feeling in my arms and legs. I knew I wouldn’t be disturbed, because mom left early to pick up my brother from the airport, who was coming home from a summer camp in Florida. They’ll probably be home soon, and my brother will no doubt be tired and complaining about how he misses camp and his friends. It is not fun at all, listening to his crying and whining and whatnot. At this time of thought, the sun’s rays oh so conveniently shined through the window and lighting my face at a very uncomfortable angle. Groaning, I buried my face in the pillow, trying to ignore the light. At least, I would’ve, if something didn’t block my way.Whatever that something was, it made a ‘tok’ sound against the head of my bed. This confused me at first, so I tried to do what I failed to do again, yielding the exact same result. “What the f...” That voice... was not my voice. Did I just imagine that? I have to wonder... “Testing, testing, one-two, one-two, ok what the heck is this.” This voice, which I now produced sounded fancy-ish. A bit too fancy for my tastes, really. I tested out the muscles on my body, trying to feel them. Eyes worked, ears and nose felt different, but worked nonetheless, mouth worked, also felt the thing on my forehead, oddly enough, shoulders check, chest check, stomach check, arms check, fingers... not check. Seriously, I could not feel them at all. Stay calm, Jacob. Remember rule 1, and you’ll be fine. Before I go any further, allow me to explain what rule I was thinking of. You see, I made a personal rule list to deal with life and any situation, and I mean ANY situation. Reading fanfiction for a year or two and having an odd mind will do that to somebody, you know, but it is a good list. I ordered these rules in priority, but they all hold some precedence. Rule 1, as I thought of above, is a very good rule of life: whatever happens, whatever you do, don’t panic in any given situation. Unless the situation calls for panicking. I got this rule/idea from the MLP fanfic So Long, and Thanks for all the Ponies. And yes, I am a brony, if that wasn’t obvious now. Anyways, back to the matter at hand. I ran the facts in my mind. Ok, my voice sounds fancy-ish, I felt something from my head, I can’t feel my fingers, some of my body parts felt different, and now I realize that posh and uptight and a little bit snooty perfectly describes this voice that is not mine much better than fancy-ish did. Ok, three possibilities so far: 1. This is all a dream. Unlikely, since I just woke up from another one, I think. 2. My body is transformed into something different, which is the most problematic. 3. Some other possibility I haven’t thought up yet. “So... which is it?” I exited my train of thought, and groggily brought my hand into my vision. But that was impossible at the moment, because I had no hand to bring within my sight. Instead I brought a grey hoofand a white, fur-covered arm instead. “Oh.” My eyes widened at this appendage, as I moved it around when I moved an arm that should be there in the exact same motions. Seriously, I don’t think a horse can look at their own hooves, can they? I didn’t know. What I did know was that the appendage that was an arm seemed to be mine. Damnit, it was the second one! Beginning to panic, I threw off my blanket, and turned on my back, looking at the rest of my new white furred body and... is that a tail? “Oh god it’s a tail. Why do I have a tail? What am I, a horse or something?” On the bright side, I felt fully awake and alert, even at this time. “Wait... it could still be possibility one...” Which means I have to wake myself somehow. I took the first option that came to mind and raised my arm, prepared to hit myself. In an instant, I brought my arm down to strike at my gut. “Augh!” The result only left me unchanged and in pain. And the fact that I’m starting to regret this idea, but the pain would fade away in a while. “Ok, not a dream.Wait a minute...” I remembered that odd sensation from my forehead. I moved a hand- no wait, hoof- to my forehead, feeling the hard thing that came out of it. It was in the shape of a cone. It’s a horn. I have a horn on my head. Sure, why not? I seem to be a horse now, why not add a horn to make the image complete? Why f*sqawk*ing not? Although... considering how small I am, I suppose the term pony fits my new form better. What does my face even look like anyways? Where’s a mirror when you need one... Oh yeah, it’s in the hallway, where it’s always been. Duh. All I have to do is climb out of bed and walk over there. Should be simple enough. And with a path set and a goal in mind, I set out to accomplish the task of getting out of bed, which was around 3 feet high from the floor. I approximated and gave a rough guess that I was around that height at this time. How do I get from my bed to the floor? Come on, Jacob, think! Think! THINK! … You know what? Screw thinking. I decided to just roll out of bed in one single instant. Not my greatest of ideas, but it’ll work nonetheless. So I pushed myself and rolled out of my bed. Then gravity became an influence, and I landed on my side. Luckily, the floor of my second-floor bedroom was carpeted, so I wasn’t injured that much. A little ache, but nothing serious. Ok, step two: figure out how to walk. I tried to stand on my hind legs like any person usually would do, but I could not keep my balance, and fell to all fours. With that failed attempt, I decided to try walking on my hooves. It sounded simple in my head; move one leg at a time, then progressively go faster until it becomes an ingrained thing within my mind. “One.” I took a step. “Two.” Another motion by the non-adjacent hind leg. “Three.” Move the other foreleg. “Four.” Move the last leg. Repeat until goal is accomplished. Simple enough, right? Surprisingly enough, yes, very simple. Eventually I made my way to the door. This door, like most of the doors in this house, had a handle. One I could reach, pull down, and bring the door to an open position. Hooray for handles! Those are the real men. Much easier than a knob, you know? Anyways, I managed to walk in a slow matter to the mirror in the hallway. Unfortunately for me and my new form, said mirror was too high for my eyes to properly see myself. Which was easily remedied when I climbed up the wall. Kinda. I would if I could, but I don’t have super spider powers or anything related. Instead, I used my front hooves to touch against the wall, applied pressure, and walk upwards. I got a good look at my face, and recognized it almost immediately. I moved my face and made random expressions to the mirror, and the reflected image mimicked the same motions back to me. I checked my butt to confirm one more thing, and I found a four-pointed gold star overlapping a four-pointed silver star. Well, it’s official. I appear to have become Prince Blueblood. I took a deep breath, and exhaled. This sucks. Chapter 2: Apparently Not AloneChapter 2: Apparently Not Alone Shadowmoss Suburbs, SC Saturday, 10:44 A.M. I was having a pretty off day so far. I mean, let's face it, it's not every day your body becomes something entirely different, let alone a fictional character you know in one of those Saturday morning T.V. shows. It's not every day you become someone or something with a bad rep to the fanbase and the community. It's not every day where you become one of those someones or somethings when you included said being in a personal list of fictional characters you want to punch in the face just for the heck of it. And yes, I made a list. I ranked the list by rating of want to hit, since it was easier than just numerically order it. Blueblood scores a 5.7 out of ten on my list. It would have been higher, if it wasn't for the canonical fact of the events of the Gala in My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. "So!" I began, still staring at my reflected face. "You find yourself in a body that is unfamiliar, yet familiar at the same time. You don't know how you became like this, or any particular reason why, but here we are! If mom finds out, she is going to freak out and complain and whine and all that stuff that really annoys you to no end, and shit may just hit the fan. So, Jacob, what do you do? What do you do?" I closed my eyes for a moment, thinking about the question and my actions next. "Well," I began again, opening my eyes to stare at the mirror again. "What can I do? I can go back to my room and hope this all just blows over like it never happened, but I don't think that's going to happen. I could try going downstairs, but it will most definitely lead to complications. I could take a shower, but I don't think I can turn the knobs with these hooves. I'm not going to do any of that. Instead, I'm going to try and figure out how to use magic like in the show, if possible. Back to my room then." With that in mind, I went back inside my room, wondering about many things. Now, I should be able to use a minor telekinesis spell, in theory anyway. I focused on the sensations in my horn, trying to will the magic out to no avail. No no no, not like this! You have to target something first. Duh. I focused on a pen on my desk, and tried to 'grab' it with my magic. And nothing happened. No glowing light, no odd feeling inside, nothing at all. I'm not doing it right, aren't I. A different method then. This time, I though of the pen coming to me like I ordered it to do so. "You! Grey pen! Yes, you, get over here now!" Nothing happened. Why is it this hard to do? The unicorns in the show were able to do it without much thought given into it... Maybe I'm just thinking too hard. Perhaps if I just bring the pen to me in an instinctual matter... I wonder if this body has the muscle memory to do such a thing. There's just as much difficulty as learning how to walk like thi- no it can't be that simple. It's like I'm working with another sense and limb. No, this is exactly the case I'm dealing with here. Where do I even- My train of thought was interrupted by a faint humming sound that I noticed. I looked up towards the source, and found several pens floating in mid-air encased in a bright blue color. "Huh. That was easier than I thought." I felt an odd energy being emitted from my horn, glowing in the same glow as the pens. It felt kinda tingly, like how one would touch something with a body part they had not used in a very long time. "So this is how magic feels, huh? I like it. I like it a lot." I used my mind to imagine the pens moving in a circle, and the pens complied. I moved them in figure-eights, loop-de-loops, and other shapes and patterns. I was entranced by this force in front of me that I controlled. I didn't think such a thing would be possible in my lifetime, and yet here I am, using magic like it's nothing! Seriously, though, who else can use genuine magic? No one I know, that's for sure. What else can I levitate? Oh, maybe that TV remote? I focused the energy I felt in my horn to the remote, and it floated in the same light blue field of magic that the pens were in. Nice. How about that college notebook? I focused at the object in question, and sure enough, it floated towards me as well. "My laptop?" Same thoughts, same process, same results. This is amazing! I could do so many things with this ability! The potential could be even end- That's when I heard a sound. A sound that I knew, a sound that instantly filled me with dread. The sound of the garage door opening. My mom was back from the airport, with Reuben, my brother, in tow. Losing focus, all of the items levitating fell to the ground with a thud. "Nooooooooooooooooo... No no noooooo..." Crap. Why did she have to come back now? Why now? I sighed in defeat, knowing this was going to happen sooner or later. Alright, bring on the shitstorm, then. "Bring it on." I heard the garage closing and the door to the kitchen opening. I was expecting my mom to say something, but to my surprise, no words were said. I heard her footsteps coming down from below, then I heard the stairs making the sounds. All the while, I was sitting on the floor, facing the open door that my mom would eventually come to. She passed by and glanced in my room, presumably to check up on me. But she stopped moving, and finished the double-take on my bed, where I would usually be, with no one in it. I just knew she was looking for me. "Down here," I said bluntly. Her eyes widened at my voice, and she cast her vision downwards, right where I was. She saw me, and what I've become. And she screamed in surprise. Please note, dear reader, that I do not like people screaming in loud voices. In my mind, I knew I had to act quickly and diffuse the situation before things got out of hand... or is that 'hoof' now? It didn't matter. "Mom!" I exclaimed. She stopped screaming and stared at me, eyes wide with disbelief. She kept moving her mouth slightly, but she couldn't seem to be able to voice her opinions. Several seconds later (but not enough to be a full minute) she said something in an intelligible language. "Jacob?" she asked. "Yeah, it's me," I replied back. "Look, I don't know how I got like this, but I'm still me, ok? Everything's fine, well mostly anyways, but I'll be fine. So please, calm down. Please." Apparently it worked, as she brought me into a hug. I had to move my head upwards so I didn't stab her accidentally with my horn. Unfortunately, the hug felt like a sad one, as if she was pained about this. Wait, scratch that, she WAS pained about my situation. What ordinary mother wouldn't be pained if her son wasn't human anymore? For a while, at least. But it felt like there was also something else going on. Something bad to her... that seemed to be made more obvious when I felt her tears running down my coat. And she was sobbing. Please don't start this now... To my dismay, it seemed she was going to cry again, something that I would not like to happen at this moment. I needed her to calm down and move on, so that I could figure out what happened and see if I could fix it. This peculiar situation was different, as I could not figure out the best way to handle this reasonably. So I let her cry in my arms, being able to do nothing as I was beginning to share a few tears as well. Several minutes passed before we both calmed down, no longer in the hugging position we were in. With that out of the way, all I have to do is endure what comments my brother will have for me. Which reminds me... "Where's Reuben?" I asked. He wasn't up here, and I didn't even hear a word from him, so in my aspect, it was a reasonable question. Mom... was oddly silent, hesitant even. After a while, she spoke up. "H-He's downstairs...asleep on the couch..." Something was odd about what she said. She's not usually like this, even with someone else being described. It was like something bad happened to him, something that might be related to me. Why would she be like this, though? Could it be that... crud, it probably is. I voiced my opinion of what happened without thinking about it too much. "Oh god he changed too, didn't he." I said it more like a statement than a question. Mom sniffed, and then nodded slightly. "I see...so you said he was downstairs on the couch, yes?" "Yeah...," she replied. "He was crying about... how he ch-changed..." Her voice began to shake and quiver. No! Not again! "Mom, deep breaths, alright? I rather not start this again. Just calm down, please." She sniffed a bit, and began to relax. "Alright," I said. "Can you tell me what happened to him?" She nodded in response. "Yes, I can," mom replied with a bit more re-assuredness. "I got to the airport and was waiting for his arrival back from his trip. When his plane came in, and the passengers started to exit, he didn't come out with them. Then one of his friends that went with him came out holding an airport pet's cage, and he approached me with it in hand. He s-said that Reuben was in th-there and I was thinking it was a joke, and I told him it wasn't funny as I looked inside and s-s-saw a... thing in there and it stared at me and it spoke to me, saying 'Mom?' and..." She trailed off, looking away from me. "Ok... I think I got the gist of it," I told her.This bears looking into... still, if it happened twice, it will most definitely happen a third time... "Say... do you think this event happened to anyone else?" I said. "It could be on the news." "I wouldn't know... maybe," mom replied in return. "We should go downstairs and watch the news with Reuben." Theeerre we go, now we're getting somewhere. "Yes, lets." This brought up another situation in my new body, however. The challenge of stairs. I thought the same method as before would work, but... not quite. After a few steps, I lost my balance and fell forward, sliding and tumbling down the stairs, into the wall where the staircase bended in a U-turn fashion. My mom definitely heard of this. "Are you ok?" she asked in her normal, slightly loud voice. I tried to get up, but I found my head was stuck to something. Actually, it was more like my horn was stuck, but... oh. Oh dear. I put a hole in the wall. Sure enough, moving backwards allowed my head to move again, and I saw the result: A circlular shape in the wall of sheetrock. "Oops." "What was that?" she enquired. "Nothing!" I lied. "Nothing at all! Just having some trouble coming down the stairs!" I quickly crawled down the remaining flight, sliding to the hardwood floor. "See? Here I am," I said to my mom, who was staring at my prone form on the floor. I quickly picked myself up, and we headed to the couch. The couch itself was one of those large L-shaped ones that faced the widescreen TV in the living room, positioned in a way so that the back faced the stairs and thusly, me. I walked around the couch, and that's when I saw what mom was talking about. Upon the couch, there was a purple-greyish unicorn filly with a blonde mane and tail. How I knew it was a girl, I had no clue. Upon closer inspection on the sleeping filly, I realized it had no cutie mark whatsoever. Is this... "Reuben?" I looked to my mom. She nodded. I remember something on my rule list, rule number 4 to be exact: 'If it happened twice, it is bound to happen thrice, which no longer makes it a coincidence'. "Hey, mom," I asked, "Could you turn on the news?" "Alright," she replied. She got the TV remote, and turned on the TV, changing it to the news channel, more specifically MSNBC. What was on there confirmed my suspicions. A group of people were discussing a phenomenon across the country, where some people were turning into ponies. I narrowed my eyes. Knew it. "What..." Mom began to say, having trouble finding the right words. "How is this happening?" To which I replied, "Magic? Honestly, I don't know. But it's happening nonetheless." I moved next to the sleeping form of my brother. "Reuuuben. Reuuuuuuuuuben. Wake up. Wake up." He... she? Screw it, I'm calling it a he, moaned in response. So I poked his horn. "Aaaah!" Reuben screamed, and woke up in response to my poke. Then he looked at me, and yelled again. Oh come on! I took his head between my hooves, and turned it to the TV. He stopped screaming, and stared at it with disbelief. "We're not alone," I told him. "By the way, I'm your brother." He stared at me like I said something not right. "What?" he asked. "Also, you seem to be a girl," I said again. I figured I might as well tell him all at once and get it over with. "What?" He looked at his underside. His face dawned with realization. "That wasn't a dream...," he said quietly. He looked to me, and said, "You too?" "Yeah, I just woke up like this," I said to him. I noticed mom was at her computer, probably looking up this situation. A few seconds later, mom shouted, "Come look at this!" in an alarmed tone. I turned to my brother. "Can you walk?" "I-I don't think so...," he replied. I turned my back towards him. "Then climb on." He crawled onto my back, and I went to where mom was. Once we got to her desk, she moved aside for us to see. Or would see, if the desk wasn't that high. Still, I was able to climb the desk and raise myself, while Reuben climbed on my head. I saw an article on Yahoo detailing the nationwide changes within the population. It talked about how people were becoming ponies from the TV show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I watched the show myself, but I didn't see all of season 3. Anyways, it all started when Lauren Faust and Tara Strong, two people who highly had a role in the show, became Celestia and Luna respectively. There was a video in the article, with the two giving a speech, and asking for the mane 6 to come to New York, probably to fix this situation. "Wow," was all I could say about this. I mean, this was big. Like, really big. Like, being able to do a Kamehameha big. Maybe even bigger. "This is happening." Reuben was dumbfounded by the video and speech. "This is really happening." Mom was silent, trying to wrap her head around the implied scenario that was happening to me and my brother. "Yes," I whispered. "Yes it is." Author's Note Graaaaaaaaaahhhh I've put this off for way too long! I'm sorry for the time it took. Now that college started for me, I wouldn't expect any updates to be made faster. I'm planning big things for this. I have plans, lots of plans, and such. I may or may not need an editor or proof-reader; I may post a blog upon this subject. So for now, please comment and critique this story and chapter of mine. Also, if you have an idea, don't be shy and comment on that! I may or may not use the idea in following chapters, or at least have the mind of mine make it grow into something new. Thank you for your support. Chapter 3: Making Magical MightChapter 3: Le Douchebag Within Shadowmoss Suburbs, SC Saturday, 11:22 A.M. We stared at the computer screen for a while, letting this all sink in. This entire situation was completely surreal. It seemed like it came from some random fanfic writer behind a computer screen. If this was a fanfiction, this would have been an interesting idea, but it's not. Or is it... Forget it, an existential crisis was not needed now. Still, I don't know what was weirder; the fact that cartoon ponies actually existed and are coming to our world, or the fact that cartoon ponies actually existed and are coming to our world. "So...," I began to say, but I couldn't find anything to come out of my mouth. I was afraid of the reactions that mom and Reuben would make, as I imagined them making a scene that I absolutely did NOT want. After a few moments of silence, I turned towards mom, who then said, "Well... I suppose this could have been worse." Huh? "You are both still my sons, not someone else. And there might be a way to fix this, so there is no reason in freaking out even though both of my sons are now...," "Unicorns from a children's show," I finished. "W-well, yes, that." You know, this could have been much worse. Much, much worse. It feels like she's torn between two things, but I'm not sure what things those would be. However, my brother, the sports fanatic, weight lifting, social being that he is, reacted predictably. "This SUCKS!" my brother screamed. "I can barely move like this!" he yelled while waving his arms around. No, wait- forehooves is the term now, huh. Anyways, Reuben continued his complaining about how he can't play outside or see his friends in his new form. Readers, I will spare you from the annoyance that is my brother. He eventually began to cry with mom rocking him in her arms. This could take a while, so I decided to get something to eat. Factoring in my new body and diet, I grabbed some milk and cereal with my magic, and poured myself a bowl. I was heading to the dining room, when I noticed that mom and Reuben were staring at me, jaws wide open. "What? Is something wrong?" "Wha- how is tha- ," both of them were stumbling with their words. After a few minutes of thought, lacking any findings, I went to the dining room and ate my breakfast. Eating was a bit messy, but I managed with a spoon in my telekinetic grip. After I finished, I placed my dishes into the sink, when mom asked, "What was that?" "What was what?" I replied. "That!" Reuben pointed to the sink. "The dishes were floating! How did you do that?" "Wait, what are yo-." Then it hit me. I facehooved in my stupidity. Then I noticed I was able TO facehoove. I didn't think a horse's leg could bend like that. But then again, this was the form of a cartoon pony, so I suppose it makes sense in an odd way. Hmm... I wonder what other positions my body can make. "Jacob?" mom asked, drawing my attention to her. "The dishes? Floating?" "Oh, right, sorry," I said. "Unicorns can use magic." "What," said Reuben. "What I did was telekinesis, a basic form of magic." "Magic?" mom said. "That doesn't exist..." "Really?" I replied. "So what did I just do?" "I don't know, something?" she replied. I sighed. "Look, it's magic, I have no idea how it works. It's just normal for a unicorn in the show to use magic." "Wait, wait, hold on," said Reuben. "You know how to use magic... from a show for children." "Well, mostly it was speculation and the fandom, but pretty much yeah," I replied. "Then can you teach me?" "I'm not sure you can do it, since that body looks pretty young." "Hey, I got nothing else to do, so teach me!" Reuben exclaimed. Mom just looked on, curious about the whole thing. I sighed in defeat, knowing that my brother will not stop bugging me until I did so. This aspect did fit into his child-like form. "Alright, Alright, I'll teach you, but don't expect anything, K?" My brother 'Yes'd in joy. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- We moved to the living room, with me placing Reuben on the couch. Mom sat down on the couch, curiousity in her eyes. I brought over a napkin, a fork, and a single cheerio. Unfortunately for me, I was not much of a teacher in the realm of magic; I ain't no wizard, I ain't no Twilight 'TooMuchMagicForOnePony' Sparkle. So I winged it. I ignited my horn with magic (no, I didn't put my horn on fire, put the phone down) and had my brother touch it. "Ok, so this is what magic feels like, ok?" "I don't really feel it," My brother replied. Hmm... let's try something different... "Well, when I prepare to use my magic, my horn feels tingly on the inside. When I use it, it feels slightly tingly on the outside." "Tingly?" My mom asked. "Well... how can I put this?" I thought about what it was like, before realizing a similarity to our old forms as humans. "Well, you know how if you cross your legs, you lose your feeling in that leg?" He nodded, knowing what I was beginning to get at. "And that when the blood rushes back, it kinda stings a bit?" "Really? It's like that?" Reuben asked, tilting his head. "Well, kind of. But it's the closest thing I can think of." I touched his horn, tapping it lightly. "You feel that?" "Y-yeah, it kinda stings a bit." "Ah." I put my hoof down. "Remember what that feels like, and focus your will onto an object. That's Telekinesis 101 in a nutshell, so try it." My brother focused on the cheerio, his face scrunching up in concentration. I could tell he was trying really hard, he glared at the cheerio so hard that it could have burst into flames. After a few minutes, sweating and panting, the horn let out a small spark, which shocked my brother and made him lose his focus. The spark landed on the cheerio, blackening the top. "Well," I began, "you emitted magic to an outside source, so that's a good start. You should rest, your body is still that of a child." "Huff... I'm not... a child..." He then collasped and fell asleep, snoring lightly. "Is he ok?" mom asked, rushing to Reuben. "Yeah, he's fine," I replied. "Just think of using magic as exercising; he's still tired from the trip, right?" Mom nodded at this. "I'll bring him to his room," mom said, picking up Reuben in her arms. I followed her as we climbed the stairs, but was stopped when she asked, "Why is there a hole in the wall?" Well fu- -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- Author's Note Short chapter this time! Don't worry, I haven't given up on this story yet. I have plans, big plans for this, with even bigger ideas, and I don't want to waste them. College has started again, which really doesn't mean anything. Next time, the protagonist meets his inner pony. Shenanigans will ensue like always, and I will try my best. Thanks for reading my work, dear reader. Chapter 4: Welcome to the Dream...Chapter 4: ...and What the F is that? Shadowmoss Suburbs, SC Saturday, 12:44 P.M. I found myself in my room, sent there by mom after she discovered the hole I accidentally made. I'd spare you the details of the following conversation, but there wasn't that many details about it: she asked me if I did this, I meekly replied yes, and she sent me to my room while she dealt with this somehow. As I lay on the carpeted floor, I replayed those moments in my mind. The last time I saw her... My mom is tough, dealing with stress on many occasions, but I think her calm front is beginning to chip and crack. These thoughts continuously gnaw at my mind, making me worry about her mentality. I don't like feeling like this. Not one bit. I've always thought that as long as no one expresses emotional discomfort, everything is fine. As I stare at my hoof, I idly compare this scenario I'm feeling to the calm before the storm, as thinking about mom's control and my brother's earlier distress isn't helping things. Then again, Reuben tends to whine a lot whenever he gets back from school or a trip to see his friends, always complaining about how his classmates are horrible to him, how his afterschool club members are lazy and useless, and things like that, making me think it's not that bad and he's just blowing it out of proportion, as I really don't care for such things. However, this is different. This is something that I'm aware of, something that's affecting me. He was whining, yes, but I know completely why he's whining. I actually feel for him in my mind, something I haven't felt as long as I remember, which isn't that long with my bad memory. Even in this somber moment, this proof I have that I care for my brother is somewhat comforting. Alright, I think, as I refocused my sight on my hoof, I got a feeling that this situation is going to be a problem in the near future. According to the news, these transformations incidents have been occurring for about a week. There's not much I know about it, or much I can do... BUT I can find more info online. With a goal in mind, I grab my laptop, conveniently on the floor, open it up with some difficulty, and grabbed a pen in my telekinesis to type in my password to unlock the laptop. I immediately see the extremely long fanfiction I was reading, something that took up almost an entire week of free time, and opened a new tab. Luckily for me, the mouse pad was able to react to my hoof. I went to a webcomic's forum page that I frequent, already finding the topic of ponies being actively talked about, so I posted a new topic. Blue Amoonguss: My brother and I have become ponies. Discuss. After that, I went to Yahoo to check the stories there and my email, finding information about this phenomenon and compiling it into a list. That's my rule #5: When seeking unknown information, or trying to rank something, make a list on what you know and find out. I tend to make a lot of lists, more pertaining to the latter. After reading what I can all over the web, listing facts and probabilities along the way, I came up with the following information: What I know: 1. The first known transformation started on last Saturday, when Lauren Faust and Tara Strong became Celestia and Luna respectively. No other earlier transformation recorded. 2. Most of the people that transformed are fans of MLP. However, this doesn't always hold true. 3. People are not just turning into ponies; there has been eyewitness accounts of a griffin and a dragon. Ponies are extremely common, though. 4. Some people are turning into non-canon, OC characters, and have been reported as such. Most notable incident is the transformation of Ian from SMOSH turning into a ponified version of himself. 5. There has been claims of the person-turned-pony having dreams interacting with the pony they turned into. This claim can be tested. 6. This transformation can happen anytime, anywhere, with the afflicted blacking out for a period of time. Surprisingly, no reported deaths have occurred because of this, though injuries have been reported. 7. Current cause of this crisis is unknown. Probable causes are: Discord, Twilight botching up a spell, magical artifact, something unknown, etc. 8. Conversion Bureau? NOTE: Read ALL the Conversion Bureau stories. 9. An anti-pony organization, People Against Ponies Association, or PAPA, have been openly protesting against the phenomenon. May or may not consist of ignorant idiots including but not limited to: rednecks, Christians, internet trolls, former military members, scientists, soulless people, and the select few smart leaders that are trying to take advantage of this situation, say wealthy douchebags of greed. While protests are technically peaceful, may or may not utilize violence against the transformed. 10. There's a new law prohibiting the use of magic against humans. 11. A person who transformed into Twilight Sparkle was shot and put into a coma, now located at a non-disclosed hospital somewhere; as claimed by a commenter. However, no signs to support or disprove claim found. Rainbow Dash has been spotted by an eyewitness, as well as Fluttershy and Rarity. Current location unknown, though Fluttershy has a Facebook account. Presumably en route to NYC. Other 2 of the six are unknown at this time. Concluding the list for now, I checked back on the forum that I replied on. Sure enough, there was already some replies. Sceptile the Shitstormite: Which ones? zandraxofnebulon: you too? first one here amongst us. Obligatory LOL for internet actions. Blue Amoonguss: I'm Blueblood, my brother's Dinky Doo. Currently typing response with a pen. Ghastly: So, are you using your mouth or magic? Blue Amoonguss: Magic. Makes things much easier. Sceptile the Shitstormite: Ok, you're a prince of Equestria aka jobless, a bachelor who may or may not be swimming in women/mares by the time you hit Vegas, but to the fans, you're a bit of a prick. How's that working out for you? zandraxofnebulon: yeah, are you in vegas or something? Blue Amoonguss: Here, at home, surprisingly better than expected. I have no plans to visit out of state, especially to Vegas. Besides, how would I get there? I'm across the country in South Carolina. With that typed, mom called us for dinner. I closed my laptop, woke Reuben up, dragged him and myself downstairs, and ate sweet potatoes and cauliflower. Mom made chicken, too, but Reuben gagged at the taste of meat. So no meat for us. The vegetables seemed to taste better, though. I thought of playing a game together, but my brother couldn't really hold anything at the moment. So we ate in relative silence. Afterwards, I cleaned the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher, and brought myself and my brother upstairs to our rooms. I continued reading the fanfiction I minimized before I went to sleep. ??? Our human protagonist found himself on a marble pathway that led to the mansion he once beheld in his dream. The skies were a clear, bright baby blue, unnaturally so, as- "Who's there?" he spoke, apparently addressing nothing. "Seriously, I can hear someone narrating. Who is that?" Wait, are you kidding me? You hear me? "Yes?" Huh. I don't think you're supposed to hear me... No, you shouldn't hear me in the first place, so why... "Err... Who exactly are you?" Oh, right, umm... I'm a part of your conscious, in the deep corners of your mind. Your subconscious, so to speak. "...so I dreaming, aren't I?" Yep. "And you're narrating me." Mm-hm. "Why?" Because I'm bored. And because I can. "... Ok then." He began to move along the pathway, seeing dazzling gold statues of Blueblood in various poses. Oh, roll a skill check. "Wait, a what?" A green d20 materializes in his mind. "Oh, you want me to roll this. Is this some sort of D&D thing you're implementing?" Sort of. "Wait, how did you even do that anyway? I mean, I get your my subconscious, but I don't think you can-" Actually, I can. After a moment's thought, he rolls the dice in his mind, somehow (talk about inception). "I got a 14." Picking up the dice, he continues along the path unimpeded until he reaches the door of the mansion. "Do I have to make a skill check for this?" He tries the knob, and finds the door unlocked. "Ah, nevermind." Going inside, he finds himself in a lobby, facing a large set of stairs to the second floor. Now where would he be..., he thought. Ok, need a spot check here. "8. Do I see him?" No, but... "Peasant! Do you not know how to knock?" spoke a familiar, yet unpleasant voice. I'm not gonna like this, aren't I? Turning around, he saw Blueblood in all of his exaggerated glory, silently judging him. "Hmph. So YOU'RE the one who was using my body as if you owned it yourself. If I had to choose to share my PERFECT body with somepony, I would never have chosen something as hideous as YOU," he spoke on Jacob's eye level, bringing his pose in a classic snooty noble style. Jacob sighs, before he spoke, "Look, I don't like this anymore than you do. But for some reason, fate decided it would be interesting if we shared a body. I am aware that this is your body, but it has completely replaced mine. So until we find a way to go back to where we once were, can we at least tolerate each other?" Charisma check. Shit, I suck at those. Oh hey, a 9. And adding the -3 gives you a 6. Blueblood replied haughtily, "To lower myself to a commoner? Absolutely unheard of a noble such as myself! I would rather skip a social event than to do such things! I am a Prince of Equestria, and you have no right to even ASK of such things!" Such arrogance... so much for the peaceful route. "You're no longer IN Equestria, you fool. Even if you raise your head and stuff you ears full of shit, that doesn't change the facts of here and now. We're in one body, and we can't pilot it at the same time. If we tried, we could actually die because of it. So unless you have any idea on how to return to our own original bodies as it once were, then we're both stuck with each other, and we'd have to appropriately deal with it." 17. Blueblood closed his eyes in thought, still with his head raised. After a moment, he opens them and responds, "Very well. We'll... tolerate... each other's presence until this predicament is resolved. But I don't have to like it." Jacob sighed again. "Well, as long as you understand..." Good starting session! See you next time. Wait, wha- The next morning. "-mph?" I suddenly wake up, a large portion of my pillow in my mouth. Gagging a little, I spit it out with a "PLEAH!" Add note: dreaming makes you try to eat whatever's nearby. Author's Note Holy moly, it's been too long. But I might be able to update faster due to a in-between break in summer class. Blue Amoonguss: How does that even add up? Wouldn't you be busy during the class? Don't question my work ethic, alright. Besides, more story for the reader! On that note, I'm very sorry it took this long. And I hoped you enjoyed reading it.
Chapter 1: Applying Rule 1Chapter 1: Applying Rule 1 Shadowmoss Suburbs, SC Saturday, 10:25 P.M. I had the strangest of dreams last night. I dreamt of a dark place, when suddenly, there was this ‘pop’, and then a white mansion rose out of the ground. It looked really fancy, like the kind you would expect a rich person to have.Then the dream ended at that, and I woke up. It was weird, because it was the first dream that I remembered so vividly. I wasn’t sure what it meant, but I was too tired to think about it in more detail. Anyways, I woke up, but felt tired and wanted to go to sleep again, but for some reason, I couldn’t fall back to dreamland. So I just laid in my bed, enjoying that unmoving feeling in my arms and legs. I knew I wouldn’t be disturbed, because mom left early to pick up my brother from the airport, who was coming home from a summer camp in Florida. They’ll probably be home soon, and my brother will no doubt be tired and complaining about how he misses camp and his friends. It is not fun at all, listening to his crying and whining and whatnot. At this time of thought, the sun’s rays oh so conveniently shined through the window and lighting my face at a very uncomfortable angle. Groaning, I buried my face in the pillow, trying to ignore the light. At least, I would’ve, if something didn’t block my way.Whatever that something was, it made a ‘tok’ sound against the head of my bed. This confused me at first, so I tried to do what I failed to do again, yielding the exact same result. “What the f...” That voice... was not my voice. Did I just imagine that? I have to wonder... “Testing, testing, one-two, one-two, ok what the heck is this.” This voice, which I now produced sounded fancy-ish. A bit too fancy for my tastes, really. I tested out the muscles on my body, trying to feel them. Eyes worked, ears and nose felt different, but worked nonetheless, mouth worked, also felt the thing on my forehead, oddly enough, shoulders check, chest check, stomach check, arms check, fingers... not check. Seriously, I could not feel them at all. Stay calm, Jacob. Remember rule 1, and you’ll be fine. Before I go any further, allow me to explain what rule I was thinking of. You see, I made a personal rule list to deal with life and any situation, and I mean ANY situation. Reading fanfiction for a year or two and having an odd mind will do that to somebody, you know, but it is a good list. I ordered these rules in priority, but they all hold some precedence. Rule 1, as I thought of above, is a very good rule of life: whatever happens, whatever you do, don’t panic in any given situation. Unless the situation calls for panicking. I got this rule/idea from the MLP fanfic So Long, and Thanks for all the Ponies. And yes, I am a brony, if that wasn’t obvious now. Anyways, back to the matter at hand. I ran the facts in my mind. Ok, my voice sounds fancy-ish, I felt something from my head, I can’t feel my fingers, some of my body parts felt different, and now I realize that posh and uptight and a little bit snooty perfectly describes this voice that is not mine much better than fancy-ish did. Ok, three possibilities so far: 1. This is all a dream. Unlikely, since I just woke up from another one, I think. 2. My body is transformed into something different, which is the most problematic. 3. Some other possibility I haven’t thought up yet. “So... which is it?” I exited my train of thought, and groggily brought my hand into my vision. But that was impossible at the moment, because I had no hand to bring within my sight. Instead I brought a grey hoofand a white, fur-covered arm instead. “Oh.” My eyes widened at this appendage, as I moved it around when I moved an arm that should be there in the exact same motions. Seriously, I don’t think a horse can look at their own hooves, can they? I didn’t know. What I did know was that the appendage that was an arm seemed to be mine. Damnit, it was the second one! Beginning to panic, I threw off my blanket, and turned on my back, looking at the rest of my new white furred body and... is that a tail? “Oh god it’s a tail. Why do I have a tail? What am I, a horse or something?” On the bright side, I felt fully awake and alert, even at this time. “Wait... it could still be possibility one...” Which means I have to wake myself somehow. I took the first option that came to mind and raised my arm, prepared to hit myself. In an instant, I brought my arm down to strike at my gut. “Augh!” The result only left me unchanged and in pain. And the fact that I’m starting to regret this idea, but the pain would fade away in a while. “Ok, not a dream.Wait a minute...” I remembered that odd sensation from my forehead. I moved a hand- no wait, hoof- to my forehead, feeling the hard thing that came out of it. It was in the shape of a cone. It’s a horn. I have a horn on my head. Sure, why not? I seem to be a horse now, why not add a horn to make the image complete? Why f*sqawk*ing not? Although... considering how small I am, I suppose the term pony fits my new form better. What does my face even look like anyways? Where’s a mirror when you need one... Oh yeah, it’s in the hallway, where it’s always been. Duh. All I have to do is climb out of bed and walk over there. Should be simple enough. And with a path set and a goal in mind, I set out to accomplish the task of getting out of bed, which was around 3 feet high from the floor. I approximated and gave a rough guess that I was around that height at this time. How do I get from my bed to the floor? Come on, Jacob, think! Think! THINK! … You know what? Screw thinking. I decided to just roll out of bed in one single instant. Not my greatest of ideas, but it’ll work nonetheless. So I pushed myself and rolled out of my bed. Then gravity became an influence, and I landed on my side. Luckily, the floor of my second-floor bedroom was carpeted, so I wasn’t injured that much. A little ache, but nothing serious. Ok, step two: figure out how to walk. I tried to stand on my hind legs like any person usually would do, but I could not keep my balance, and fell to all fours. With that failed attempt, I decided to try walking on my hooves. It sounded simple in my head; move one leg at a time, then progressively go faster until it becomes an ingrained thing within my mind. “One.” I took a step. “Two.” Another motion by the non-adjacent hind leg. “Three.” Move the other foreleg. “Four.” Move the last leg. Repeat until goal is accomplished. Simple enough, right? Surprisingly enough, yes, very simple. Eventually I made my way to the door. This door, like most of the doors in this house, had a handle. One I could reach, pull down, and bring the door to an open position. Hooray for handles! Those are the real men. Much easier than a knob, you know? Anyways, I managed to walk in a slow matter to the mirror in the hallway. Unfortunately for me and my new form, said mirror was too high for my eyes to properly see myself. Which was easily remedied when I climbed up the wall. Kinda. I would if I could, but I don’t have super spider powers or anything related. Instead, I used my front hooves to touch against the wall, applied pressure, and walk upwards. I got a good look at my face, and recognized it almost immediately. I moved my face and made random expressions to the mirror, and the reflected image mimicked the same motions back to me. I checked my butt to confirm one more thing, and I found a four-pointed gold star overlapping a four-pointed silver star. Well, it’s official. I appear to have become Prince Blueblood. I took a deep breath, and exhaled. This sucks.
Chapter 2: Apparently Not AloneChapter 2: Apparently Not Alone Shadowmoss Suburbs, SC Saturday, 10:44 A.M. I was having a pretty off day so far. I mean, let's face it, it's not every day your body becomes something entirely different, let alone a fictional character you know in one of those Saturday morning T.V. shows. It's not every day you become someone or something with a bad rep to the fanbase and the community. It's not every day where you become one of those someones or somethings when you included said being in a personal list of fictional characters you want to punch in the face just for the heck of it. And yes, I made a list. I ranked the list by rating of want to hit, since it was easier than just numerically order it. Blueblood scores a 5.7 out of ten on my list. It would have been higher, if it wasn't for the canonical fact of the events of the Gala in My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. "So!" I began, still staring at my reflected face. "You find yourself in a body that is unfamiliar, yet familiar at the same time. You don't know how you became like this, or any particular reason why, but here we are! If mom finds out, she is going to freak out and complain and whine and all that stuff that really annoys you to no end, and shit may just hit the fan. So, Jacob, what do you do? What do you do?" I closed my eyes for a moment, thinking about the question and my actions next. "Well," I began again, opening my eyes to stare at the mirror again. "What can I do? I can go back to my room and hope this all just blows over like it never happened, but I don't think that's going to happen. I could try going downstairs, but it will most definitely lead to complications. I could take a shower, but I don't think I can turn the knobs with these hooves. I'm not going to do any of that. Instead, I'm going to try and figure out how to use magic like in the show, if possible. Back to my room then." With that in mind, I went back inside my room, wondering about many things. Now, I should be able to use a minor telekinesis spell, in theory anyway. I focused on the sensations in my horn, trying to will the magic out to no avail. No no no, not like this! You have to target something first. Duh. I focused on a pen on my desk, and tried to 'grab' it with my magic. And nothing happened. No glowing light, no odd feeling inside, nothing at all. I'm not doing it right, aren't I. A different method then. This time, I though of the pen coming to me like I ordered it to do so. "You! Grey pen! Yes, you, get over here now!" Nothing happened. Why is it this hard to do? The unicorns in the show were able to do it without much thought given into it... Maybe I'm just thinking too hard. Perhaps if I just bring the pen to me in an instinctual matter... I wonder if this body has the muscle memory to do such a thing. There's just as much difficulty as learning how to walk like thi- no it can't be that simple. It's like I'm working with another sense and limb. No, this is exactly the case I'm dealing with here. Where do I even- My train of thought was interrupted by a faint humming sound that I noticed. I looked up towards the source, and found several pens floating in mid-air encased in a bright blue color. "Huh. That was easier than I thought." I felt an odd energy being emitted from my horn, glowing in the same glow as the pens. It felt kinda tingly, like how one would touch something with a body part they had not used in a very long time. "So this is how magic feels, huh? I like it. I like it a lot." I used my mind to imagine the pens moving in a circle, and the pens complied. I moved them in figure-eights, loop-de-loops, and other shapes and patterns. I was entranced by this force in front of me that I controlled. I didn't think such a thing would be possible in my lifetime, and yet here I am, using magic like it's nothing! Seriously, though, who else can use genuine magic? No one I know, that's for sure. What else can I levitate? Oh, maybe that TV remote? I focused the energy I felt in my horn to the remote, and it floated in the same light blue field of magic that the pens were in. Nice. How about that college notebook? I focused at the object in question, and sure enough, it floated towards me as well. "My laptop?" Same thoughts, same process, same results. This is amazing! I could do so many things with this ability! The potential could be even end- That's when I heard a sound. A sound that I knew, a sound that instantly filled me with dread. The sound of the garage door opening. My mom was back from the airport, with Reuben, my brother, in tow. Losing focus, all of the items levitating fell to the ground with a thud. "Nooooooooooooooooo... No no noooooo..." Crap. Why did she have to come back now? Why now? I sighed in defeat, knowing this was going to happen sooner or later. Alright, bring on the shitstorm, then. "Bring it on." I heard the garage closing and the door to the kitchen opening. I was expecting my mom to say something, but to my surprise, no words were said. I heard her footsteps coming down from below, then I heard the stairs making the sounds. All the while, I was sitting on the floor, facing the open door that my mom would eventually come to. She passed by and glanced in my room, presumably to check up on me. But she stopped moving, and finished the double-take on my bed, where I would usually be, with no one in it. I just knew she was looking for me. "Down here," I said bluntly. Her eyes widened at my voice, and she cast her vision downwards, right where I was. She saw me, and what I've become. And she screamed in surprise. Please note, dear reader, that I do not like people screaming in loud voices. In my mind, I knew I had to act quickly and diffuse the situation before things got out of hand... or is that 'hoof' now? It didn't matter. "Mom!" I exclaimed. She stopped screaming and stared at me, eyes wide with disbelief. She kept moving her mouth slightly, but she couldn't seem to be able to voice her opinions. Several seconds later (but not enough to be a full minute) she said something in an intelligible language. "Jacob?" she asked. "Yeah, it's me," I replied back. "Look, I don't know how I got like this, but I'm still me, ok? Everything's fine, well mostly anyways, but I'll be fine. So please, calm down. Please." Apparently it worked, as she brought me into a hug. I had to move my head upwards so I didn't stab her accidentally with my horn. Unfortunately, the hug felt like a sad one, as if she was pained about this. Wait, scratch that, she WAS pained about my situation. What ordinary mother wouldn't be pained if her son wasn't human anymore? For a while, at least. But it felt like there was also something else going on. Something bad to her... that seemed to be made more obvious when I felt her tears running down my coat. And she was sobbing. Please don't start this now... To my dismay, it seemed she was going to cry again, something that I would not like to happen at this moment. I needed her to calm down and move on, so that I could figure out what happened and see if I could fix it. This peculiar situation was different, as I could not figure out the best way to handle this reasonably. So I let her cry in my arms, being able to do nothing as I was beginning to share a few tears as well. Several minutes passed before we both calmed down, no longer in the hugging position we were in. With that out of the way, all I have to do is endure what comments my brother will have for me. Which reminds me... "Where's Reuben?" I asked. He wasn't up here, and I didn't even hear a word from him, so in my aspect, it was a reasonable question. Mom... was oddly silent, hesitant even. After a while, she spoke up. "H-He's downstairs...asleep on the couch..." Something was odd about what she said. She's not usually like this, even with someone else being described. It was like something bad happened to him, something that might be related to me. Why would she be like this, though? Could it be that... crud, it probably is. I voiced my opinion of what happened without thinking about it too much. "Oh god he changed too, didn't he." I said it more like a statement than a question. Mom sniffed, and then nodded slightly. "I see...so you said he was downstairs on the couch, yes?" "Yeah...," she replied. "He was crying about... how he ch-changed..." Her voice began to shake and quiver. No! Not again! "Mom, deep breaths, alright? I rather not start this again. Just calm down, please." She sniffed a bit, and began to relax. "Alright," I said. "Can you tell me what happened to him?" She nodded in response. "Yes, I can," mom replied with a bit more re-assuredness. "I got to the airport and was waiting for his arrival back from his trip. When his plane came in, and the passengers started to exit, he didn't come out with them. Then one of his friends that went with him came out holding an airport pet's cage, and he approached me with it in hand. He s-said that Reuben was in th-there and I was thinking it was a joke, and I told him it wasn't funny as I looked inside and s-s-saw a... thing in there and it stared at me and it spoke to me, saying 'Mom?' and..." She trailed off, looking away from me. "Ok... I think I got the gist of it," I told her.This bears looking into... still, if it happened twice, it will most definitely happen a third time... "Say... do you think this event happened to anyone else?" I said. "It could be on the news." "I wouldn't know... maybe," mom replied in return. "We should go downstairs and watch the news with Reuben." Theeerre we go, now we're getting somewhere. "Yes, lets." This brought up another situation in my new body, however. The challenge of stairs. I thought the same method as before would work, but... not quite. After a few steps, I lost my balance and fell forward, sliding and tumbling down the stairs, into the wall where the staircase bended in a U-turn fashion. My mom definitely heard of this. "Are you ok?" she asked in her normal, slightly loud voice. I tried to get up, but I found my head was stuck to something. Actually, it was more like my horn was stuck, but... oh. Oh dear. I put a hole in the wall. Sure enough, moving backwards allowed my head to move again, and I saw the result: A circlular shape in the wall of sheetrock. "Oops." "What was that?" she enquired. "Nothing!" I lied. "Nothing at all! Just having some trouble coming down the stairs!" I quickly crawled down the remaining flight, sliding to the hardwood floor. "See? Here I am," I said to my mom, who was staring at my prone form on the floor. I quickly picked myself up, and we headed to the couch. The couch itself was one of those large L-shaped ones that faced the widescreen TV in the living room, positioned in a way so that the back faced the stairs and thusly, me. I walked around the couch, and that's when I saw what mom was talking about. Upon the couch, there was a purple-greyish unicorn filly with a blonde mane and tail. How I knew it was a girl, I had no clue. Upon closer inspection on the sleeping filly, I realized it had no cutie mark whatsoever. Is this... "Reuben?" I looked to my mom. She nodded. I remember something on my rule list, rule number 4 to be exact: 'If it happened twice, it is bound to happen thrice, which no longer makes it a coincidence'. "Hey, mom," I asked, "Could you turn on the news?" "Alright," she replied. She got the TV remote, and turned on the TV, changing it to the news channel, more specifically MSNBC. What was on there confirmed my suspicions. A group of people were discussing a phenomenon across the country, where some people were turning into ponies. I narrowed my eyes. Knew it. "What..." Mom began to say, having trouble finding the right words. "How is this happening?" To which I replied, "Magic? Honestly, I don't know. But it's happening nonetheless." I moved next to the sleeping form of my brother. "Reuuuben. Reuuuuuuuuuben. Wake up. Wake up." He... she? Screw it, I'm calling it a he, moaned in response. So I poked his horn. "Aaaah!" Reuben screamed, and woke up in response to my poke. Then he looked at me, and yelled again. Oh come on! I took his head between my hooves, and turned it to the TV. He stopped screaming, and stared at it with disbelief. "We're not alone," I told him. "By the way, I'm your brother." He stared at me like I said something not right. "What?" he asked. "Also, you seem to be a girl," I said again. I figured I might as well tell him all at once and get it over with. "What?" He looked at his underside. His face dawned with realization. "That wasn't a dream...," he said quietly. He looked to me, and said, "You too?" "Yeah, I just woke up like this," I said to him. I noticed mom was at her computer, probably looking up this situation. A few seconds later, mom shouted, "Come look at this!" in an alarmed tone. I turned to my brother. "Can you walk?" "I-I don't think so...," he replied. I turned my back towards him. "Then climb on." He crawled onto my back, and I went to where mom was. Once we got to her desk, she moved aside for us to see. Or would see, if the desk wasn't that high. Still, I was able to climb the desk and raise myself, while Reuben climbed on my head. I saw an article on Yahoo detailing the nationwide changes within the population. It talked about how people were becoming ponies from the TV show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I watched the show myself, but I didn't see all of season 3. Anyways, it all started when Lauren Faust and Tara Strong, two people who highly had a role in the show, became Celestia and Luna respectively. There was a video in the article, with the two giving a speech, and asking for the mane 6 to come to New York, probably to fix this situation. "Wow," was all I could say about this. I mean, this was big. Like, really big. Like, being able to do a Kamehameha big. Maybe even bigger. "This is happening." Reuben was dumbfounded by the video and speech. "This is really happening." Mom was silent, trying to wrap her head around the implied scenario that was happening to me and my brother. "Yes," I whispered. "Yes it is." Author's Note Graaaaaaaaaahhhh I've put this off for way too long! I'm sorry for the time it took. Now that college started for me, I wouldn't expect any updates to be made faster. I'm planning big things for this. I have plans, lots of plans, and such. I may or may not need an editor or proof-reader; I may post a blog upon this subject. So for now, please comment and critique this story and chapter of mine. Also, if you have an idea, don't be shy and comment on that! I may or may not use the idea in following chapters, or at least have the mind of mine make it grow into something new. Thank you for your support.
Chapter 3: Making Magical MightChapter 3: Le Douchebag Within Shadowmoss Suburbs, SC Saturday, 11:22 A.M. We stared at the computer screen for a while, letting this all sink in. This entire situation was completely surreal. It seemed like it came from some random fanfic writer behind a computer screen. If this was a fanfiction, this would have been an interesting idea, but it's not. Or is it... Forget it, an existential crisis was not needed now. Still, I don't know what was weirder; the fact that cartoon ponies actually existed and are coming to our world, or the fact that cartoon ponies actually existed and are coming to our world. "So...," I began to say, but I couldn't find anything to come out of my mouth. I was afraid of the reactions that mom and Reuben would make, as I imagined them making a scene that I absolutely did NOT want. After a few moments of silence, I turned towards mom, who then said, "Well... I suppose this could have been worse." Huh? "You are both still my sons, not someone else. And there might be a way to fix this, so there is no reason in freaking out even though both of my sons are now...," "Unicorns from a children's show," I finished. "W-well, yes, that." You know, this could have been much worse. Much, much worse. It feels like she's torn between two things, but I'm not sure what things those would be. However, my brother, the sports fanatic, weight lifting, social being that he is, reacted predictably. "This SUCKS!" my brother screamed. "I can barely move like this!" he yelled while waving his arms around. No, wait- forehooves is the term now, huh. Anyways, Reuben continued his complaining about how he can't play outside or see his friends in his new form. Readers, I will spare you from the annoyance that is my brother. He eventually began to cry with mom rocking him in her arms. This could take a while, so I decided to get something to eat. Factoring in my new body and diet, I grabbed some milk and cereal with my magic, and poured myself a bowl. I was heading to the dining room, when I noticed that mom and Reuben were staring at me, jaws wide open. "What? Is something wrong?" "Wha- how is tha- ," both of them were stumbling with their words. After a few minutes of thought, lacking any findings, I went to the dining room and ate my breakfast. Eating was a bit messy, but I managed with a spoon in my telekinetic grip. After I finished, I placed my dishes into the sink, when mom asked, "What was that?" "What was what?" I replied. "That!" Reuben pointed to the sink. "The dishes were floating! How did you do that?" "Wait, what are yo-." Then it hit me. I facehooved in my stupidity. Then I noticed I was able TO facehoove. I didn't think a horse's leg could bend like that. But then again, this was the form of a cartoon pony, so I suppose it makes sense in an odd way. Hmm... I wonder what other positions my body can make. "Jacob?" mom asked, drawing my attention to her. "The dishes? Floating?" "Oh, right, sorry," I said. "Unicorns can use magic." "What," said Reuben. "What I did was telekinesis, a basic form of magic." "Magic?" mom said. "That doesn't exist..." "Really?" I replied. "So what did I just do?" "I don't know, something?" she replied. I sighed. "Look, it's magic, I have no idea how it works. It's just normal for a unicorn in the show to use magic." "Wait, wait, hold on," said Reuben. "You know how to use magic... from a show for children." "Well, mostly it was speculation and the fandom, but pretty much yeah," I replied. "Then can you teach me?" "I'm not sure you can do it, since that body looks pretty young." "Hey, I got nothing else to do, so teach me!" Reuben exclaimed. Mom just looked on, curious about the whole thing. I sighed in defeat, knowing that my brother will not stop bugging me until I did so. This aspect did fit into his child-like form. "Alright, Alright, I'll teach you, but don't expect anything, K?" My brother 'Yes'd in joy. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- We moved to the living room, with me placing Reuben on the couch. Mom sat down on the couch, curiousity in her eyes. I brought over a napkin, a fork, and a single cheerio. Unfortunately for me, I was not much of a teacher in the realm of magic; I ain't no wizard, I ain't no Twilight 'TooMuchMagicForOnePony' Sparkle. So I winged it. I ignited my horn with magic (no, I didn't put my horn on fire, put the phone down) and had my brother touch it. "Ok, so this is what magic feels like, ok?" "I don't really feel it," My brother replied. Hmm... let's try something different... "Well, when I prepare to use my magic, my horn feels tingly on the inside. When I use it, it feels slightly tingly on the outside." "Tingly?" My mom asked. "Well... how can I put this?" I thought about what it was like, before realizing a similarity to our old forms as humans. "Well, you know how if you cross your legs, you lose your feeling in that leg?" He nodded, knowing what I was beginning to get at. "And that when the blood rushes back, it kinda stings a bit?" "Really? It's like that?" Reuben asked, tilting his head. "Well, kind of. But it's the closest thing I can think of." I touched his horn, tapping it lightly. "You feel that?" "Y-yeah, it kinda stings a bit." "Ah." I put my hoof down. "Remember what that feels like, and focus your will onto an object. That's Telekinesis 101 in a nutshell, so try it." My brother focused on the cheerio, his face scrunching up in concentration. I could tell he was trying really hard, he glared at the cheerio so hard that it could have burst into flames. After a few minutes, sweating and panting, the horn let out a small spark, which shocked my brother and made him lose his focus. The spark landed on the cheerio, blackening the top. "Well," I began, "you emitted magic to an outside source, so that's a good start. You should rest, your body is still that of a child." "Huff... I'm not... a child..." He then collasped and fell asleep, snoring lightly. "Is he ok?" mom asked, rushing to Reuben. "Yeah, he's fine," I replied. "Just think of using magic as exercising; he's still tired from the trip, right?" Mom nodded at this. "I'll bring him to his room," mom said, picking up Reuben in her arms. I followed her as we climbed the stairs, but was stopped when she asked, "Why is there a hole in the wall?" Well fu- -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- Author's Note Short chapter this time! Don't worry, I haven't given up on this story yet. I have plans, big plans for this, with even bigger ideas, and I don't want to waste them. College has started again, which really doesn't mean anything. Next time, the protagonist meets his inner pony. Shenanigans will ensue like always, and I will try my best. Thanks for reading my work, dear reader.
Chapter 4: Welcome to the Dream...Chapter 4: ...and What the F is that? Shadowmoss Suburbs, SC Saturday, 12:44 P.M. I found myself in my room, sent there by mom after she discovered the hole I accidentally made. I'd spare you the details of the following conversation, but there wasn't that many details about it: she asked me if I did this, I meekly replied yes, and she sent me to my room while she dealt with this somehow. As I lay on the carpeted floor, I replayed those moments in my mind. The last time I saw her... My mom is tough, dealing with stress on many occasions, but I think her calm front is beginning to chip and crack. These thoughts continuously gnaw at my mind, making me worry about her mentality. I don't like feeling like this. Not one bit. I've always thought that as long as no one expresses emotional discomfort, everything is fine. As I stare at my hoof, I idly compare this scenario I'm feeling to the calm before the storm, as thinking about mom's control and my brother's earlier distress isn't helping things. Then again, Reuben tends to whine a lot whenever he gets back from school or a trip to see his friends, always complaining about how his classmates are horrible to him, how his afterschool club members are lazy and useless, and things like that, making me think it's not that bad and he's just blowing it out of proportion, as I really don't care for such things. However, this is different. This is something that I'm aware of, something that's affecting me. He was whining, yes, but I know completely why he's whining. I actually feel for him in my mind, something I haven't felt as long as I remember, which isn't that long with my bad memory. Even in this somber moment, this proof I have that I care for my brother is somewhat comforting. Alright, I think, as I refocused my sight on my hoof, I got a feeling that this situation is going to be a problem in the near future. According to the news, these transformations incidents have been occurring for about a week. There's not much I know about it, or much I can do... BUT I can find more info online. With a goal in mind, I grab my laptop, conveniently on the floor, open it up with some difficulty, and grabbed a pen in my telekinesis to type in my password to unlock the laptop. I immediately see the extremely long fanfiction I was reading, something that took up almost an entire week of free time, and opened a new tab. Luckily for me, the mouse pad was able to react to my hoof. I went to a webcomic's forum page that I frequent, already finding the topic of ponies being actively talked about, so I posted a new topic. Blue Amoonguss: My brother and I have become ponies. Discuss. After that, I went to Yahoo to check the stories there and my email, finding information about this phenomenon and compiling it into a list. That's my rule #5: When seeking unknown information, or trying to rank something, make a list on what you know and find out. I tend to make a lot of lists, more pertaining to the latter. After reading what I can all over the web, listing facts and probabilities along the way, I came up with the following information: What I know: 1. The first known transformation started on last Saturday, when Lauren Faust and Tara Strong became Celestia and Luna respectively. No other earlier transformation recorded. 2. Most of the people that transformed are fans of MLP. However, this doesn't always hold true. 3. People are not just turning into ponies; there has been eyewitness accounts of a griffin and a dragon. Ponies are extremely common, though. 4. Some people are turning into non-canon, OC characters, and have been reported as such. Most notable incident is the transformation of Ian from SMOSH turning into a ponified version of himself. 5. There has been claims of the person-turned-pony having dreams interacting with the pony they turned into. This claim can be tested. 6. This transformation can happen anytime, anywhere, with the afflicted blacking out for a period of time. Surprisingly, no reported deaths have occurred because of this, though injuries have been reported. 7. Current cause of this crisis is unknown. Probable causes are: Discord, Twilight botching up a spell, magical artifact, something unknown, etc. 8. Conversion Bureau? NOTE: Read ALL the Conversion Bureau stories. 9. An anti-pony organization, People Against Ponies Association, or PAPA, have been openly protesting against the phenomenon. May or may not consist of ignorant idiots including but not limited to: rednecks, Christians, internet trolls, former military members, scientists, soulless people, and the select few smart leaders that are trying to take advantage of this situation, say wealthy douchebags of greed. While protests are technically peaceful, may or may not utilize violence against the transformed. 10. There's a new law prohibiting the use of magic against humans. 11. A person who transformed into Twilight Sparkle was shot and put into a coma, now located at a non-disclosed hospital somewhere; as claimed by a commenter. However, no signs to support or disprove claim found. Rainbow Dash has been spotted by an eyewitness, as well as Fluttershy and Rarity. Current location unknown, though Fluttershy has a Facebook account. Presumably en route to NYC. Other 2 of the six are unknown at this time. Concluding the list for now, I checked back on the forum that I replied on. Sure enough, there was already some replies. Sceptile the Shitstormite: Which ones? zandraxofnebulon: you too? first one here amongst us. Obligatory LOL for internet actions. Blue Amoonguss: I'm Blueblood, my brother's Dinky Doo. Currently typing response with a pen. Ghastly: So, are you using your mouth or magic? Blue Amoonguss: Magic. Makes things much easier. Sceptile the Shitstormite: Ok, you're a prince of Equestria aka jobless, a bachelor who may or may not be swimming in women/mares by the time you hit Vegas, but to the fans, you're a bit of a prick. How's that working out for you? zandraxofnebulon: yeah, are you in vegas or something? Blue Amoonguss: Here, at home, surprisingly better than expected. I have no plans to visit out of state, especially to Vegas. Besides, how would I get there? I'm across the country in South Carolina. With that typed, mom called us for dinner. I closed my laptop, woke Reuben up, dragged him and myself downstairs, and ate sweet potatoes and cauliflower. Mom made chicken, too, but Reuben gagged at the taste of meat. So no meat for us. The vegetables seemed to taste better, though. I thought of playing a game together, but my brother couldn't really hold anything at the moment. So we ate in relative silence. Afterwards, I cleaned the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher, and brought myself and my brother upstairs to our rooms. I continued reading the fanfiction I minimized before I went to sleep. ??? Our human protagonist found himself on a marble pathway that led to the mansion he once beheld in his dream. The skies were a clear, bright baby blue, unnaturally so, as- "Who's there?" he spoke, apparently addressing nothing. "Seriously, I can hear someone narrating. Who is that?" Wait, are you kidding me? You hear me? "Yes?" Huh. I don't think you're supposed to hear me... No, you shouldn't hear me in the first place, so why... "Err... Who exactly are you?" Oh, right, umm... I'm a part of your conscious, in the deep corners of your mind. Your subconscious, so to speak. "...so I dreaming, aren't I?" Yep. "And you're narrating me." Mm-hm. "Why?" Because I'm bored. And because I can. "... Ok then." He began to move along the pathway, seeing dazzling gold statues of Blueblood in various poses. Oh, roll a skill check. "Wait, a what?" A green d20 materializes in his mind. "Oh, you want me to roll this. Is this some sort of D&D thing you're implementing?" Sort of. "Wait, how did you even do that anyway? I mean, I get your my subconscious, but I don't think you can-" Actually, I can. After a moment's thought, he rolls the dice in his mind, somehow (talk about inception). "I got a 14." Picking up the dice, he continues along the path unimpeded until he reaches the door of the mansion. "Do I have to make a skill check for this?" He tries the knob, and finds the door unlocked. "Ah, nevermind." Going inside, he finds himself in a lobby, facing a large set of stairs to the second floor. Now where would he be..., he thought. Ok, need a spot check here. "8. Do I see him?" No, but... "Peasant! Do you not know how to knock?" spoke a familiar, yet unpleasant voice. I'm not gonna like this, aren't I? Turning around, he saw Blueblood in all of his exaggerated glory, silently judging him. "Hmph. So YOU'RE the one who was using my body as if you owned it yourself. If I had to choose to share my PERFECT body with somepony, I would never have chosen something as hideous as YOU," he spoke on Jacob's eye level, bringing his pose in a classic snooty noble style. Jacob sighs, before he spoke, "Look, I don't like this anymore than you do. But for some reason, fate decided it would be interesting if we shared a body. I am aware that this is your body, but it has completely replaced mine. So until we find a way to go back to where we once were, can we at least tolerate each other?" Charisma check. Shit, I suck at those. Oh hey, a 9. And adding the -3 gives you a 6. Blueblood replied haughtily, "To lower myself to a commoner? Absolutely unheard of a noble such as myself! I would rather skip a social event than to do such things! I am a Prince of Equestria, and you have no right to even ASK of such things!" Such arrogance... so much for the peaceful route. "You're no longer IN Equestria, you fool. Even if you raise your head and stuff you ears full of shit, that doesn't change the facts of here and now. We're in one body, and we can't pilot it at the same time. If we tried, we could actually die because of it. So unless you have any idea on how to return to our own original bodies as it once were, then we're both stuck with each other, and we'd have to appropriately deal with it." 17. Blueblood closed his eyes in thought, still with his head raised. After a moment, he opens them and responds, "Very well. We'll... tolerate... each other's presence until this predicament is resolved. But I don't have to like it." Jacob sighed again. "Well, as long as you understand..." Good starting session! See you next time. Wait, wha- The next morning. "-mph?" I suddenly wake up, a large portion of my pillow in my mouth. Gagging a little, I spit it out with a "PLEAH!" Add note: dreaming makes you try to eat whatever's nearby. Author's Note Holy moly, it's been too long. But I might be able to update faster due to a in-between break in summer class. Blue Amoonguss: How does that even add up? Wouldn't you be busy during the class? Don't question my work ethic, alright. Besides, more story for the reader! On that note, I'm very sorry it took this long. And I hoped you enjoyed reading it.
