Another medicore pony transformation fic

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“Hey look fellas! Talking ponies!” an extremely familiar, yet dreaded voice called out from the crowd, making me flinch, since it belonged to this guy who always picked on me. Basically, it’s kind of embarrassing since I’m taller than him and he’s actually weaker than me. Only reason that I couldn’t beat him up was that his mother was my Maths teacher, so the last time I did that, I got Mount Homework as punishment (Believe me, it was a hundred page paper that I had to do. Dewey decimal or something.)

   Another reason that I didn’t want to punch him in the face was that I couldn’t find it. He looked like he fell off and broke every branch of the ugly family tree. Literally though, he reminded me of the Voldemort guy from Harry Potter. I just can’t get the thought of giving him ahem-reconstructive surgery whenever I see him.

Anyway, Voldemort (actually, his real name was Dingo .k Go* and he’s not Asian) and his bunch of gang members started surrounding us. “Who talking horse be?” he asked, in his primitive command of English/Equestrian.

“I’m Andr-” my sister started to reply before I shut her off with a free hoof.

“Let me handle them Andrea. These guys aren’t going to be nice to us. Me in particular” I explained to her before speaking to cave man. “Green pony is Sarah. Blue talk one is Aqua. Dummkpof.” Cave guy seemed pretty happy upon hearing this and let us off. I let out a sigh of relief after seeing cave man lumbering off to find the human me to bully. In the meantime though, Biology was going to start.

“Gah! Just our luck, this week’s on equines. Well, god help us.” Andrea muttered, checking her schedule. You see, our science teacher’s a spook. Last week when we were dissecting frogs, he was literally bathing in the blood shouting “ausgezeichnet” or something. What a spook. Oh and to those who are sharp enough, yes, he’s German. I heard from one of the teachers that he lost his medical license from an operation gone bad. (More on that next time)

  Anyway, before we could EVEN get to class, we had to cover about five hundred meters of hallway and judging by the number of eyes trained on us, it was going to be pretty tough. It turned out to be true since almost all the girls in the compound tried to hug Andrea. Reason being that I had one advantage: height. So there she was, being hugged and cuddled while I hovered above her, laughing. Remember this: She started it by pouring Coke down my mane. Still though, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. You see, Andrea’s actually pretty shy to anyone not living in our house, even to our Grandma. At this rate, she was going to have an emotional breakdown in ten seconds flat. In the end, I had to carry her over to the Biology classroom since she decided to curl into a ball and not move.

“Thanks John.” She finally managed to say upon entering the classroom. Luckily, we were early for class, which meant that we were the only living beings in the room.

“Here’s a few options before class starts. One, we knock the teacher unconscious. Two, you teleport us out of here. Three, we suck it up, which will most probably end with Mr. Crazy embarrassing the crap outta us.” Proceeding to dump my bag into my usual seat all the way back at the classroom surprisingly well-furnished, I continued “so, pick an option eit-”

  Too late. The biology teacher had entered the room. His real name was Steff or something. So anyway, Mr. Steff had with him some kind of heart along with a gun of some sort and a plug-like thingy with three indicators that looked like it came popped out from Team Fortress 2. Upon seeing us though, he immediately dropped whatever he was holding and literally glided towards us.

    “Ooh! Vat a vounderful surprise!” he exclaimed, pushing up his spectacles and rubbing his hands together in glee. “Zi- this is great! The school has finally provided me with living specimens! Only that you are too short and that you lot are multicolored. But never mind that.” A couple of students started streaming into the room.

    “Well, at least today’s going to be interesting.” I muttered to Andrea. Honestly though, I was pretty worried that he was going to murder us in this crap-classroom. I mean, graveyards are way better. The colors here don’t match with the chairs and the teacher’s desk doesn’t look really comfortable as of now. Death vows aside, being killed while I was in another body just seemed…weird. So, anyway judging by the rather beat-up clock on the celling, class was going to start in Five minutes.

Four minutes…

Three minutes…

At around two minutes, Mr. Steff’s mobile phone started ringing, which made him leave the room for a while. Just as the minute hand hit 8, he came back in, looking rather disappointed. “You have been spared for now. Ponies.” He said to us. Tanking that as a sign for us to scram, we dived back into our seats immediately.

~30 minutes later…

“When equines go into heat, they will have a tremendous urge to…how do I say it? Ah yes. Reproduce.” Steff then proceeded to drone on and on about their reproductive systems and heat cycles, all the time looking at us with an evil smile. I did my best to keep my face straight, but my wings were a dead giveaway. You know, like in the show when Rainbow Dash gets embarrassed or something, her wings always unfurl? Well, that’s what happened to me.

‘Baiser mes ailes’ I thought, burying my head into a rather thick textbook. Andrea was doing almost the same thing, except that she was trying to disappear into thin air. That gave the teacher his ‘motivation’ and he started talking even more about mares, all the time looking at us. Thankfully, no one was really paying any attention towards him-they were too busy looking at us. Can’t blame them though. If two multi-coloured, ponies came to your classroom to study, you would probably be reacting in the same way as them, which in that case, screw you.

    At that moment, a paper ball landed on my desk. Or, to be more exact, it appeared out of thin air. Shrugging, I unfolded it, expecting it to be some kind of message insulting me or my sister. Instead, here’s what it said:

Hello, my pony friends!

  Greetings from the master of chaos! Hopefully all of you are enjoying my master scheme to (this part was black out for some reason. I’ll find you and your friends during your miserable break-time to well, reveal it to you all!

  Sincerely, D

    P.S: This message shall turn into bacon after you have read it.

   “What the heck?” I shouted as the paper exploded into bacon bits. Thankfully, it wasn’t oily or smelly so I didn’t care. Pretending as if nothing had happened, I started to fantasize drowning Mr. Steff in a pool of water, since it was the only thing that I could come up with to pass the time.

Looking at the clock, I whispered to Andrea, trying to sound happy about it  “Only twenty minutes to go!”