Miniaturization-Ponification
A Special Report
Somewhere in the land known as the United State of America, a TV set is turned on in the dead of night. The channels on the TV changed a couple of times, and eventually settled on a news broadcast. A group of groans, tiny in volume, sounded out, but was quickly quieted by a harsh ‘shush’ sound. A tiny chorus of voices sounded out again, but still quickly settled and focused on the TV.
“Good evening, and welcome to Channel 5’s special report; Miniaturization-Ponification: Disease or evolution? I’m your host for this event, Maria Wilson.”
Maria wasn’t a bad looking woman. She was twenty-nine with sulky smooth black hair. She wore a pair of oval glasses that hid her green eyes, and made her slightly narrow face just a little narrower. The most noticeable figure about this female anchor was her skin; it was albino and shined with an unusual glow, no doubt due to the make-up she was wearing. Due to her being seated, all that could be seen of her outfit was her white blouse and black blazer.
“And to my right, is Doctor Samuel Brook, the recently voted head researcher of the newly formed Center of Metamorphosis. It good to have you here, doctor,” Maria said politely.
“It good to be here, Miss Wilson,” Samuel replied politely.
The good doctor was in his early to mid-fifties, but looked half his age. His hair was short, combed back, and had a tiny hint of gel in it. His hair, surprisingly, still had a great deal of color to it; it was a chocolate brown with only a small hint of gray in it. Like his hair, the doctor’s face didn’t show a hint of his true age. His light tan skin didn’t have a wrinkle on it, and it still look fairly healthy. Like the female news anchor, all that could be seen of his outfit, was his black turtleneck and his brown blazer.
“And of course, our loyal viewers would know my fellow anchor and co-host for this event, Michael White,” Maria said, nodding to her left.
The final member shown looked like he didn’t want to be there. He wore a sour frown as he looked at his papers. The man was around thirty-five, but looked twice his age. His hair was black and was thinning a little around the ears. His skin, while healthy looking, was a little on the pale side. His red eyes were lazily scanning the paper he was currently holding. He was wearing a white dress shirt, under a gray blazer, and like the others his lower half couldn’t be seen.
“Charmed to be here,” the male said sarcastically.
Maria glared at her co-anchor for about 5 seconds, and then let out a mute sigh. She looked at her papers and composed her thought before looking up, and addressed the viewer. “Before we began, I believe I should explain a few things about how this unusual phenomenon came to light,” the news-anchor explained calmly.
Michael made a noise that sounded a lot like a short laugh, and Maria glared at her co-host. She let out another mute sigh and looked at her papers again, clearly trying to compose her thoughts again. The viewers watching this news event were given the impression that this Michael White wasn’t that high on Maria’s favorite person’s list.
Maria, after gathering her thoughts for a second time, looked at the camera. “Roughly six and half months ago a shocking discovery was made in a small Vermont city. A group of six teenagers, three boy and three girls, were found in a most usual state. They had changed into humanoid versions of the main cast of characters from the hit animated TV show, “My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic”, gender and all.”
Michael snorted rudely but Maria chooses to ignore her co-host this time around. The good doctor, however, did send a glare towards the younger male. It was becoming clear that the doctor was getting annoyed with the male anchor. He choice to keep his mouth closed, and instead focused on the female beside him.
“Even more bizarre then the transformation to a humanoid female ponies from a show aimed at young girls, was that all of the victims found themselves roughly six to seven inches tall,” though she said all of that calmly, it was clear that Maria was still a little disturb by the information she just gave by the way a small edge had worked its way into her calm voice.
Once again, the male news anchor reacted negatively, by snorting again, only a little louder, but this time both of his co-hosts ignored him, and Maria turned to the doctor.
“Doctor Brook, as I understand your center had made this unusual transformation their research goal,” Maria said, the edge in her voice still present. “What can tell us about this phenomenon?”
Brook looked at the female anchor, his face completely expressionless. “At this moment, Miss Wilson, it’s hard to determine. We have run numerous tests, and all of them turned out negative. At the best, my colleagues and I believe that the cause of the transformation is magic-related.”
“Magic!” Michael suddenly said, turning a sharp glare to the doctor. “You’re a respected man of science, and yet you gave us should a childish answer? Magic, really?”
Brook looked at the man, his face completely indifferent to the anchor’s rude outburst. When he next spoke his voice was calm, lacking even a hint of anger in it.
“Mister White, science, true science, isn’t about disproving the unknown. In fact, science is about exploring the unknown. And only when we have solid evidence against a case, do we disprove it. And the fact of the matter is that we don’t know what is causing this metamorphosis.”
Maria turned a small glare at her co-host, who had gone back to looking at his papers, like nothing had happened. She sighed mutely after a second, and looked at good doctor.
“As much as I hate to side with my co-host on this matter, but I also fail to see the logic in this?” Maria said, a hint of doubt working its way into her voice.
“That’s understandable,” Brook nodded, and looked at the female anchor. “And as I have stated before, we don’t understand this matter fully to make any sort of breakthrough.”
Michael muttered something about geeks and they so-called science, but it went ignored by the others. Maria instead focused all of her attention on the doctor, a great amount of curiosity working its way into her calm demeanor.
“Doctor, I’m not even going to pretend to understand any of what’s been going on lately,” the female anchor stated truthfully. “But we have a few of those poor victims in the studio, so I’m curious to learn what you know about all of this.”
Brook nodded and looked towards his hands. He was clearly composing his thought, thinking of what to say next. He looked at the camera, with an emotionless expression and then looked at Maria.
“Well, I believe sharing the information we have learned during our studies, could prove beneficial,” Brook said emotionlessly.
Michael said something that the camera didn’t catch but his co-host and the doctor did give him a short glare. They returned their attention to each other, and the good doctor once more collected his thoughts.
“A few short weeks after the center opened, we were able to find four individuals about to change,” Brook said calmly.
“How did you find them, doctor?” Maria asked calmly, though a hint of curiosity did work its way into her voice.
Brook looked at White, glaring slightly at the male anchor. White, who has been following somewhat lazily, looked at the scientist with an unreadable expression. Brook looked at Maria after a second, his face unreadable.
“This may sound cliché, especially to some-” Brook shot White a quick glare before continuing, “-but when the center opened, one of my colleagues turned into a ponyoid, one gifted with a sort of ESP that allowed us to find those who were about to change.”
Michael snorted and muttered something under his breath. Maria ignored her co-host entirely, and kept her focus on the scientist in front of her. She wore an expression of mild confusion, but hid it semi-well.
“Ponyoid…I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean by that, doctor?” the female anchor asked collectively.
“That’s understandable, Miss,” Brook replied calmly. “The center had given the transformed individuals the title “Ponyious Sapiens” or Ponyiods for some of the lazier researchers.”
Maria nodded and looked down. It was clear that she was debating with herself over something. Before she could say anything, Michael decided finally got involved.
“Why didn’t you study your colleague?” the male anchor asked, in a rude and sarcastic manner.
Brook ignored the snark commit from the other news host, and focused his attention on the female anchor. Maria glances quickly at co-host, sending him a silent warning of some kind. She then turned her eyes back to the doctor.
“Unfortunately, my colleague choose to keep her condition a secret until it ran it course,” the good doctor explained calmly. “After reviewing her case and the notes she had kept, we believed that she made the right choice.”
Maria nodded, satisfied with that answer, looked down at her paper, once more in thought. It was clear that she was trying to figure out how to word what she wanted to say next. Her co-host beat her to it, unfortunately.
“Ok, doc, I will bit,” Michael said sarcastically. “What happened to the “poor victims” of this terrible “disease” that you and your colleagues are studying?”
The good doctor shot another quick glare at Michael. It was coming clear to the viewers at home, that the male anchor wasn’t winning any brownie points with the doctor. He then turned his attention to the anchor next to him.
“As I have stated before, we found four individuals who were about to change. Even more beneficial was that two of them were fans of the show, teenage bronies, as they have been called. And the other two weren’t fans of the show,” Brook explained, with a notable edge in his voice.
“I fail to see how being fans of the show would relate to this mysterious condition?” Maria stated in confusion.
“Understandable,” Brook nodded at the anchor’s statement, “my colleagues and myself believed that fans of the show would be more connected to the source of the magic that causes the transformation. To our surprise and utter shock, that wasn’t the case.”
Maria leaned in even so slightly, curious to know more. Even Michael looked at the doctor, though he look more bored then actually interest. Brook looked away from the news anchors, collecting his thoughts before addressing them and everyone watching at home.
“It happened two days after we had gathered the individuals. The first of them to change was a non-fan of the show, and from what we gathered, the change occurred in stages. The first stage was fairly minor; the individual’s hair and eyes changed, and they also lost a few inches in height. The tail and Cutie Mark of the pony also appears at this stage, as well.”
“Cutie Mark…I suppose that’s the strange symbol that appears on the Ponyoid’s thighs and hips, right?” Maria asked, the curiousness in her voice growing by a hair.
“Correct,” Brook said, nodding slightly, “Even more unusual, is the fact that the cutie mark appears on the clothing that the Ponyoid is wearing, and disappears from the article when removed.”
“Quit the convenient marketing gimmick, if you ask me,” Michael muttered loud enough for the camera to pick up.
Maria and the good doctor once again ignore the snark commit, and focused on each other instead.
“This is actually quite fascinating, doctor. I have been curious about those marks since some of the ponyoids began to work here,” Maria stated in calm, profession manner. “But let’s not let our own personal interests cause us to break from our goal here, right doctor?”
Brook nodded his agreement, and looked towards the camera. “The second stage occurred 14 minutes after the first stage completed itself. The gender of the individual was completely reversed. It should be noted that the individual had trouble walking due to the shift in the center of gravity.”
Michael growled lowly but still loud enough that the camera caught it, and caused the scientist to look at him. Brook flinched slightly when he saw the glare the male news-anchor was giving him. With a light couch, the scientist redirected his attention to Maria.
“Doctor, I’m curious to know, do all of the individuals effected by this mysterious condition change genders?” Maria asked curiously.
“And how much were these idiots paid to have a sex change?” Michael added angrily.
Brook look at Michael quickly, and once again flinched from the glare that male anchor was giving him. He looked away, and focused his entire attention on Maria.
“To answer your question, Miss Wilson, not all of the volunteers changed genders. The second fan kept his gender,” Brook explained in a strain voice.
It had become clear that the glare from the male news-anchor was making the scientist a little uncomfortable. He wasn’t too distracted by it, but continued to keep his attention on the female news-anchor.
“I can image it was difficult for others to have their gender changed in such a manner,” Maria said uneasily.
Brook sigh faintly, and looked at his hands. He stayed like that for nearly two minutes, before looking up at the news-anchor. Maria looked shocked when she noticed the small solemn expression the usual stone faced doctor wore.
“Yes, Miss Wilson, some took having their gender change rather hard. One was so devastated over the change, he tried… well, lets just say it wasn’t pretty,” Brook stated solemnly. “Can we please move on now?”
“O-Of course,” Maria replied uneasily. She looked down at her papers, to collect her thoughts, and looked up at the scientist a near minute later. It was clear that she understood the message that he was trying to sent, and it scared her. “Doctor, what happened after stage two was completed?” The news-anchor’s voice was a little strain but she held herself together well.
Brook looked down again, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. When he looked at the camera again, his face had regained its static expression.
“Stage three began 16 minutes after stage two completed. In this stage, a full body coat grew in, and the individual’s face was altered into a more cartoonish pony-like face. Also, wings or a horn would grow in at this point, if one changed into the right species. We also learn that the individuals’ digestion system had changed. The individuals could no longer handle or digest meal,” Brook explained statically.
Maria was silent, urging the scientist on through a silent message. Brook obviously got the message, as he looked over to the camera.
“The fourth and final stage occurred 10 minutes after stage three was completed. And as you can probably imagine, this stage resulted in the ponyoid’s size being greatly reduced. The individual ended up about roughly six to seven inches tall,” Brook explained calmly. “After the transformation was completed, we had a Hasbro representative look over the individual to determined which character she had become.”
“And what did you learn?” Maria asked curiously.
‘The character our volunteer turned into wasn’t created by Hasbro, but was instead an original character created by the volunteer’s sister, and she even retained some of the character’s skills,” Brook explained calmly.
Maria nodded quickly and said, “Fascinating,” and then looked at the camera, “and we will have more on this when we returned from this short break.”
(After the CM)
“And we’re back,” Maria said, addressing the viewer and then turning to the scientist. “Doctor Brook, this is probably a question you’re asked quite often, but why do the ponyoids shrink to such a small size?”
A look of uncertain cross the doctor’s eyes, but it was only there for about a second, and was quickly replaced with his usual static expression. “We are uncertainly why the change happen as it does, but a popular theory that some of my colleagues are using, is that the size alteration is meant to equalize the difference between humans and ponyoids.”
“I’m afraid I don’t quite understand, Doctor?” Maria said, frowning slightly in confusion. “How does shrinking someone to roughly handheld size count as equalizing?”
The good doctor sighed faintly and looked the news-anchor straight in the eyes as he said, “To understand the originals of this theory, you must know the types of ponies that Hasbro had created for their show.”
Maria gave the scientist her full, undivided attention, and urged him to continue on silently. Brook look at Michael and noticed that he was also paying attention, though he looked bored. The scientist in inhale quickly, held his breath for about half a second and then exhaled.
“I will start with the Earth Ponies, which the Earth Ponyoids come from. As told by our Hasbro representative, the earth ponies have amazing strength, endurance, and stamina. The way he explained it, is that an earth pony can hit hard enough to knock a full grown adult down with one blow, and also broke a lot of bones at the same time.
“Next, we have the Pegasus Ponies, which the Pegasus Ponyoids are born from. We were told that the Pesgasi are swift and light on their feet. They also process endurance as well, just not on the level of the Earth Ponies. We also learn that the Pegasus Ponies has the abilities to control the very weather itself. We are still uncertain if a Pegasus ponyoid had the same abilities or not.
“The next tribe is the Unicorn Ponies, which the Unicorns Ponyoids come from. The unicorns, as we were informed, have the gift of magic, which allow them to do a number of things that other tribes couldn’t do. They also process endurance, but lower then the other tribes. And as the representative had told us, a unicorn magic is determined by their own abilities.
“The final tribe is called the Crystal Ponies, which by now you know creates a Crystal Ponyoid. We were informed that a crystal pony has a certain resistance to certain kinds of elements, but since they’re a resent addition to the show, Hasbro was a little hesitant to reveal much about that tribe. The center did their own tests, and we learned a few things. First, the endurance of the Crystal Ponyoids are the lowest among the others types of ponies. Their stamina, however, well exceeds the noted levels of the Earth Ponyoids,” Brook took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.
He looked at the news-anchors, and took in their expression. Maria was somewhat shocked, probably from absorbing all of the new information she had just gotten. Michael, unsurprisingly, didn’t look interested. In fact, he seemed to be fighting to keep himself in control. Finally, after a near minute of silent, Maria looked at the doctor with uncertainty.
“Not that this isn’t festinating, doctor, but I still fail to see how this warrants shrinking someone,” The news caster said uncertainly.
Brook sighs faintly and looked at the news-caster in the eyes. “Imagine if you would, Miss Wilson, you’re walking down the street, and you see a full grown Ponyoid. You insult the ponyoid due to his or hers looks, and next think you know, you’re in an ambulance with nearly all of your bones broken from a single punch,” the doctor said, the sides of his lips and voice tightening ever so slightly.
Maria gasped and covered her mouth. Her eyes become unfocused for a few seconds, no doubt envisioning the image the good doctor just conjured up. It probably wasn’t a pretty picture to say the least. Michael on the other hand, looked ready to snap. His right hand was clench tightly into a fist and was white. His jaw was clench tightly as well, and he looked ready to tear apart anyone that looked at him wrong.
“Doctor, do you actually believe something like you just mentioned could happen?” Maria asked once she had composed herself a little.
“That’s the theory, at least,” Brook replied statically. “The center had run tests after tests, and we’re always surprised at what we find. The Earth Ponyoids could jump from a near three foot height and only sustain a sprain ankle. We even had an Earth Ponyoid arm wrestle one of my colleagues, and to our surprise, won.”
“That’s amazing, doctor,” Maria said in awe. “I have seen some of them do some amazing things. And now that you have explained it in such a manner, I can see-
“ENOUGH OF THIS!” Michael shouted angrily, throwing his papers into the air.
Maria and Brook looked as the enraged newscaster stood up, each with a difference reaction to the sudden outburst. The female newscaster wore a face of indifference, and the doctor looked on with mild interest. Michael locked eyes with the doctor, and looked ready to say something to him. Maria got up and between the two before that could happen.
“Michael, calm down.” Maria said calmly. “We talk about this during the-”
“NO! I don’t care how much the studio is getting paid for this stupid stunt,” Michael shot an angry glare at the scientist. “And you, I don’t know what that third-rate toy company’s paying you, but it’s not enough!”
“Now see here, young man,” Brook said, getting to his feet. But before he could go any farther, Michael rudely interrupted him.
“No, you listen here! There’s no way that anypony is going to buy this garbage! You actually expect people to believe that others are turning into humanoid version of cartoon characters, CARTOON CHARACTERS, and shrinking too? This isn’t news; this is some poorly thought-out promotion stunt! I shouldn’t be here! I should be covering terrorist attacks! I should be interviewing victims to get their sob stories! I-I-I-”
The male newscaster moans highly, and held his head as he slumped back into his chair. For about five minute Michael just set there, holding his head, and his moans growing louder and louder. Maria actually looked like she was concern for her fellow newscaster. She reached out to touch her friend on the shoulder with her left hand, only to pull it back for some reason.
The reason behind the female newscaster suddenly hesitation soon become clear to all those watching from their homes. Michael was getting smaller, at an alarming rate! His voice was also starting to change somewhat, becoming higher in pitch and slightly softer. Michael’s eyes suddenly snapped opened completely, and Maria gasped when she saw her co-hosts eyes. Michael’s eyes were now a light lilac color, and were slightly bigger as well. He looked around and gasped when he realize something wasn’t right. He looked at his co-anchor and the color drained from his face. He opened his mouth but nothing came from it.
“Michael?” Maria whispered softly, finally breaking the tense silence that hanged in the air.
Unfortunately, the changing newscaster didn’t hear his co-host; he was to busy being stunned into silence, to do much of anything else. Michael continues to grow smaller, and now other changes were coming to light. His face was starting to push out, and his ears were moving up his head and growing more pointed. The viewers and the others in front of the camera didn’t get to see the change finished, as he get small enough that he disappear behind the desk.
The room suddenly went into silence as Maria and the good doctor stared at the spot where the other newscaster had been moments before. The silence was so thick one probably could have cut it with a knife. Maria soon came out of her stupor, and lean down, apparently hearing something. The good doctor had kept his head during the entire thing, had retaken his seat, and seemed to be studying the newscaster as he changed.
Maria came up about a minute and half later, tenderly holding something in her right hand. She set the object down in front of her, and allowed the camera to get a good view.
It was a ponyoid, standing roughly seven inches tall. The ponyoid was also female, with a firm figure, not to big or small, but seemingly just right, giving her a mature yet cute feature, which was prefect from a female newscaster. Her new coat was a dull white, and shines brightly. Her hair, or mane, was now lilac, about a shade deeper then her eyes, and like her coat glows brightly. The mane itself was styled simply; it went down to the tip of the shoulders and ended in a small point. The front of the mane was combed to the right, nestled right near the eye, and kept out of the organ’s way by a white hairclip. The ponyoid’s new tail, which twitched in confusion, was styled like the back of her mane.
The ponyoid was wearing a light grayish silver power suit, a prefect match from a newscaster. She wore a skirt, not to long or short, but just right, ending about a forth of the way down the thighs. She wore a matching blazer, which hugged and highlight her body just right, and a black blouse under it. She also had a silver bracelet on her left wrist, and earrings shaped like roses. To complete the outfit, was a pair of black dress shoes, no heel.
Finally, on the ponyoid’s hip and thighs was her cutie mark. It was a camera, pointed slightly at an angle, and a rose below it. There was a light coming from the camera, highlighting the rose.
“M-Michael…is that you?” Maria asked, still startled by her co-host sudden change.
Hearing her name, the former human male spun around, and fell onto her rear. She yelped when she landed on her new tail awkwardly. Out of instinct, she grabbed the thing as she rolled over onto her side, and froze when she realized what she was holding. She got into a sitting position, transfixed on the item in her hands.
It was after this that Brook decided to speak up. “Mister, or rather, Miss White, what do you of the so-called promotion stunt now?” there was no humor, sarcasm, or iron in his voice.
Michael looked up at the doctor and though fear was clear in her eyes, she tried to hide it. She let go of her tail and stood up, wobbling slightly due to shift in gravity her new “items” brought. She was able to keep on her feet, and sent a weak glare at the doctor.
“What do you think? I done nothing but speak my mind, and you put something into my drink during the break, to make me think I‘m small!” Michael replied angrily, though it sounded more forced then actually anger. “And don’t call me ‘Miss’!”
Maria raised an eyebrow and turned towards the good doctor, looking for some answers. Brook took the entire event with an air of indifferent, as he lightly glances down at the former human.
“Miss White-” The good doctor ignored the glare that the crystal ponyoid was giving him, “-how do you explain the tail that you landed on?”
“Oh, that’s simple!” Michael said rudely. “You put something in my drink, like I said. This is all in head. I’m still at the studio, higher then a kite, and you’re whispering all of this stuff into my ear.”
Brook meant this latest upset with more indifference, but he did raise an eyebrow this time around. Maria, on the other hand, looked at her co-host with a bewildered expression. She couldn’t believe that Michael would deny something that was so obvious to others. It was almost like the former human was in heavy denial.
“Then what about the womanly “equipment” you now have?” Brook asked, a very tiny hint of curiosity working its way into his voice.
Michael just continues to glare up at the scientist, and crossed her arm over her chest. She gasps as her face turned a little red, and looked down at her chest. She looked down and her face got even redder when she notices the new addition to her body. She stood there for a minute, looking at her breasts like they were going to come alive and eat her. She slowly came out of her stupor as she lightly touched her right breast.
Several emotions crossed the former human’s face at that moment. She was shocked, probably realizing that this wasn’t in her head. She then shifted to disgust, probably due to realizing what had actually happened to her and what she had become. Her disgust gave away to slight curiosity, as she looked down and her face got a little redder. Her hands traveled down to the private zone, and grabbed the rim of her new skirt. Fortunately for the viewers, both the good doctor and the female newscaster brought their hands in front of the former human, and basically covered her before she revealed too much.
“This is real…” Michael muttered weakly. “…This is real.”
Maria and Brook removed their hands, and the viewers saw that the ponyoid had taken a seat on the desk. She was looking at her new tail, treating it like it something that could come alive at any moment, and eat her. The scientist looks at the former human, with something that looked close to pity.
“Miss White, can I ask if you know the name of the pony you’re new form is based on?” Brook asked calmly.
The former male looked up at the doctor, giving a half-hearted glare that lasted for about a second. Her glare gave away to confusion and her brow narrowed in focus. While her co-host was busy with her soul searching, Maria took this time to turn her attention to the scientist.
“Doctor, maybe you can clear something up.” Brook gave the female newscaster his full undivided attention. “You said that the transformation took place in stages, and yet Michael changed immediately. Why is that?”
“You are corrected, Miss,” Brook said, nodding his head, “I did say that. What I neglect to mention, is that the change varies from person to person.”
Maria looked at her co-host, who was still in her own mind, no doubt looking for the name of the pony she had become. She then looked back at the scientist, and silently urged him to continue. Brook nodded and looked towards the camera, his face once again blink.
“While the first individual took close to 40 minutes to change, the others took much longer. The second volunteer took a period of four days to change, one day each for a different stage. The third individual was even longer then that; he took a period of four weeks to change. And our final volunteer is about 60 present done. She had gone through the first two stages, with the third stage is currently on going. Your co-host is the one of the few known cases of instantaneous metamorphosis, and I was quite pleased to have seen it first hand.”
Maria frowns and looked at her papers, cleanly in thought. She quickly looked at Michael, who was still deep in her head. She sighed and looked at the doctor, his brow once more narrow in thought.
“Doctor, this is probably one of those questions that will go unanswered, but I must at least know. Do you know a reason behind why the change varies?” Maria asked doubtfully.
“You are corrected, Miss Wilson,” Brook replied softly. “This is a question that I can’t answer at the moment. The simple fact is that we still don’t know what the cause of this metamorphosis is, or who or what is behind it.”
“Rose Flash…that’s the name of the pony I have become,” Michael or rather Rose Flash said softly.
Maria and Brook looked down at the ponyoid, who was looking at the cutie mark on her thigh. The good doctor stared at the former man for about 30 seconds, and then turned his attention to nature born female.
“Shall we continue from where we left off, Miss Wilson,” Brook suggested calmly.
Maria looked at Rose Flash, who looked like she was starting to regain her composure a bit. The ponyoid had gotten to her feet, and wobbled a bit as she got use to the change in gravity. Maria, in an act of kindness, placed her right hand, palm open, next to her co-host, and Rose used to it to keep herself up right. Rose just looked up at her co-host, glaring weakly at her. Maria just smiled sweetly at the ponyoid, and looked at the doctor.
“Yes, Doctor, let us continue,” Maria replied politely.
Brook nodded and looked down at Rose Flash. The ponyoid noticed the stare she was getting, and glared at the giant (to her) with gusto. A shadow of a smile flash across the doctor’s lip, and then turned his attention to nature born female.
“As you can probably guess at this point, Miss Wilson, when a person becomes a ponyoid, they gained certain information. They usual can tell the name of the pony they are stem from, and they also retain some knowledge, namely what the pony in question is talented at. For Miss White, for example, probably have something to do with journalism.”
Maria nodded and looked at Rose Flash. By now, the mini pony-like creature had gain enough balance that she wasn’t using her friend’s hand as a wall. She was also walking around a bit, thought Maria did notice that her co-host was still a little wobbly. The human female smiled slightly at the sight, and turned back to the doctor.
“Doctor, I’m curious to know why Michael’s coat, hair, and tail glow like they do.” Maria inquired curiously.
Brook looked at the ponyoid, and noticed that she had just notice the glow herself. She looked at her arms, and saw that they were indeed glowing. The doctor looked at the human newscaster, a shadow of a smile appearing on his lips.
“I believed it should have been obvious, Miss Wilson, our dear friend has become a Crystal Ponyoid, the proof is in the shine that Miss White’s coat, mane, and tail all produce,” Brook replied calmly.
“That’s fine and all,” Rose Flash suddenly said, drawing the humans’ attention. “But I want to know one thing?”
The former human, now fairly confident in her new body, walked up to the scientist. Brook cocked an eyebrow and Maria tried to hide a giggle behind her hand, as they both noticed the rather “feminine” walk Rose Flash was doing, as she strolled closer to the good doctor. She has her right wrist against her hip, and her hips moved slightly as she walked. The movement, while minor, still highlighted her new hips just enough that it would be notice by anyone whom she passed.
“Do you or any of those nut jobs you call scientist, know how to fix this?” Rose Flash asked sharply.
“At this moment, no,” Brook said with a reluctant sigh. “I have stated this numerous times throughout this entire event, but we just don’t know how the process works, and thereby are unable to figure out an effective means to reverse it.”
“Well that’s just great!” Rose Flash exclaimed sarcastically.
Maria watched as her co-host walked over to her, and took a seat on some discarded papers, in a very unladylike position. The crystal ponyoid let out an angry puff of air, and looked at her tail, which was twitching in response to her own anger. She then looked at the scientist, her expression heavy with doubt and uncertain.
“Doctor, I curious to know what will happen to Michael now?” Maria asked uncertainly.
“Well for starters, she would need to register with the Center, so she could get new Identifying papers and licenses,” Brook stated calmly. “After that, that’s her decision. She could continue to work here at the studio. You had said that there are other Ponyoids working here.”
Maria nodded and looked at her co-host. Rose Flash was still sulking, and she noticed how her glow dimmed slightly. She frowned as another thought came to mind, and she looked at the doctor.
“Doctor, how’s Michael going to get around? You said that ponyoids are tough, but that doesn’t mean they would be able to get far in a short period of time, right?” Maria inquired curiously.
Brook looked at the ponyoid on the desk, and took note of her appearance. The glow of her mane and coat had dim even farther, making her appearance closer to that of an Earth Ponyoid. He then looked at Maria and cracked a small smile; the first one he had worn since this event started.
“You may actually be surprise by that, Miss Wilson,” Brook said calmly. “As I have stated before, the ponyoids’ strength and stamina greatly exceed their small bodies. My ponyoid colleague can keep up with any normal sized individual at the Center, and not even be winded from it. However, this doesn’t mean that they can walk long distance in the same amount of time that you or I could.”
Maria looked at her co-host, her brow narrowing in thought. Rose Flash had gone to examining her new tail, gingerly caressing it. The glow from her coat, mane, and tail was gone, and her mane seems to have lost some of the volume it had earlier. She looked back at the doctor, curiosity written clearly on her face. The good doctor must have picked up on this, and answered her before she could ask anything.
“In the end, everything depends on what Miss White intends to do. If she chooses to continue her employment at the studios, the best course of action she could take would be to move-in with another employee. That would allow her to ride in to work, without many problems,” the good doctor explained politely.
Maria frowned when another thought came to mind. “Doctor, I know we seem to be going around in circle, but I’m curious to know is just how good a ponyoid can take care of him or her.” She asked curiously.
“Everything you have been saying is completely understandable, Miss Wilson,” Brook said politely. “And you might be surprise by the answer, once again. Ponyoids had different methods for caring for themselves. I was even informed that the first six individuals to change stopped a burglary using only their wits and the powers their new bodies grated them. At the end of the day, all the ponyoids needs is a place to call home, and some food. The Center has also made it a goal to research methods to reduce problems for the ponyoids if we’re unable to reverse their conditions.”
“Hmm, it seems we’re almost out of time,” Maria mused softly, and then addressed the scientist, “Before we sigh off, doctor, I’m curious about one thing.”
“Whatever question you have, Miss Wilson, I will try to answer it to the best of my abilities,” Brook said truthfully.
“Throughout our interview, I couldn’t help but feel like you have a personal steak in this entire phenomenon, is that true?”
For the first time since the interview started, the scientist was caught off guard, a small shocked expression crossing his lips. His state of confusion didn’t last long, as he regained his composure, and offered the human newscaster a small but sincere smile.
“You are very observant, Miss Wilson,” Brook replied politely. “I have a son, actually. He was one of the first to be effect by this mysterious metamorphosis. Most would say I’m only doing this to help my son, but if we can find out the cause and we reverse it, I would gladly take any sort of criticism there is.”
Maria offered a small to the doctor, as she said, “That’s actually pretty sweet of you, doctor.”
“Thank you and I meant it. I am trying to help everyone effective by this mysterious phenomenon, not just my son or his friends,” Brook said sincerely.
Maria nodded her understanding, and then looked at the camera. “And we’re out of time. Thanks for watching our special report. I’m Maria Wilson…”
“…And I’m, (angry grumble) Rose Flash White…” Rose Flash said bitterly, speaking for the first time in a while.
“…Saying good night,” Maria finished off.
(…)
The TV which the news was airing on was turned off, and a group of voice sounded out in the darkness.
“Well, was that ever a waste of time,” a familiar tomboyish said lazily.
“I don’t know, I found it very informative,” a second, slightly refined voice replied.
“Phfff, you would Twily,” the tomboyish voice replied teasingly.
“I kinda liked it. But I was surprised when Mister White changed like he did,” a third voice replied timidly.
“Well if you asked me, that jerk got what was coming to him,” the tomboyish voice said with a bit of venom.
“RD, you don’t mean that?” “Twily” asked in a bit of shock.
“Oh, but I do, Twily,” RD replied sharply. “You should have heard what he use to say to the ponies-”
“You mean the ponyoids,” a chipper voice suddenly interrupted.
“GAH!!” RD screamed, and jumped a good foot into the air, where she remained hovering. “Pinkie! How many times must I tell you not to do that?”
“Hmm…” “Pinkie” titled her head to her right in thought. “Well… counting tonight, 98 times.” “Pinkie” replied chirpily.
“Hay, Rare, mind getting the light?” a voice with a southern drawl asked politely. “I don’t like all sitting around in the dark anymore.”
“It would be my pressure, Jackie-Darling,” Rare said, speaking with a posh account.
“Don’t call me Jackie,” “Jackie” replied sourly.
“Rare” ignored “Jackie” as a small blue glow began to glow from “Rare’s” forehead. The glow was quickly transferred into the mysterious person’s hand, and a small lam flickered on a second later. The lamp cast enough light to show the group, and to probably nobodies’ surprise, the group was none other then them humanoid version of the Mane Six. All of them were dressed in sleeping outfits that suits each of the ponyoids.
Still hovering in the air from the scare she got early, was Rainbow Dash, or RD for short. Rainbow was wearing a pair of gray pajama bottoms, and a matching muscle shirt. Surprisingly, her slightly massy mane was done up in a light braid. The most surprising feature about this anthropomorphic version of a beloved cartoon character was the pendent she was wearing. It was on a chain, tie-dyed in a light lavender color, and the pendent itself was shaped like Twilight Sparkle’s cutie mark.
To the right of the hovering Pegasus Ponyoid was Twilight “Twily” Sparkle. The Anthrop-unicorn was dressed in simple cotton pajamas, a slightly lighter shade of lavender then her coat. Her mane was in the usual style that the fan would have expected from her. Like her friend, she also wore a pendent, only hers has a cyan blue chain and the pendent was shaped like Rainbow Dash’s cutie mark.
To RD’s left was none other then Pinkie Pie, who was staring up at Rainbow with her usual enthusiastic smile. She was wearing a night shirt with the word “yay” on it, and some worn tube socks. Like Rainbow and Twilight, the energetic ponyoid wore a pendent as well. Pinkie’s pendent had a butterscotch yellow chain, and the pendent itself was shaped Like Fluttershy’s cutie mark.
Standing behind Pinkie was none other then Fluttershy, the anthropomorphic pony looking just as shy as in the TV show. All the butterscotch Pegasus was wearing, was the white and purple robe that the actual character was known to wear. She also had a pendent around her neck, which was colored a bright pink and shaped like Pinkie’s Cutie Mark.
Standing the farther away from the group, were none other then Rarity and Applejack, whom were engage in a light, private argument. Rarity was wearing a sleeveless gray sleeping grown, made from fine silk. Her purple mane was hidden under a silk sleeping cap. She wore a pendent, like her friends. Rarity’s pendent was on an orange chain and was shaped like Applejack’s cutie mark.
Finally, there was Applejack. All she had on was a pair of cotton panties, and bra. Her mane was in the usual style that the pony Applejack wears on the show. And like all of her friends, she wears a pendent, with a white chain and shaped like Rarity’s cutie mark.
RD looked to her right, and could barely make out the time on an alarm clock. She squint her eyes and notice that it was around nine. She lowers herself with a light sigh, and looked her mare-friend in eyes.
“I say we call it a night,” RD said lazily but loud enough for the entire group to hear. “I have an early day tomorrow, and we need to put the fillies to bed.”
The cyan ponyoid pointed to her right, and Twilight followed the gesture. There, sitting in front of the huge (to them) 26 inch HD TV, were six ponyoid, each around 11 to 12 years old, watching the older pony-like creature with mild interest. The first four were instantly recognizable; they are Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, and Babs Seed. The other two were a little more “unusual”, to say the least. They were filly version of Shinning Armor, and Flash Sentry, the newest minor character added to the show. All of the fillies were wearing matching red pajamas with the CMC logo on the back.
Everything else was immediately forgotten, and the older ponyoids want over the filly ponyoids. RD picked up Scootaloo as Twily picked up the filly Shining Armor. Rarity gently lifted Sweetie Belle into the air as Applejack hoisted Applebloom into her arms. Finally, Pinkie picked up Flash Sentry, and Fluttershy picked up Bab Seed. With the younger anthropomorphic ponies in their arms, the group began walking towards the edge of the TV stand, with the MCMC (Mini Cutie Mark Crusaders) voicing some old woes at the treatment they were getting from the older ponyoids.
“I use to be 16, you don’t need to treat me like a baby,” Scootaloo pouted.
RD just laughed and beeped the orange ponyoid on the nose. “I know, but you’re now a squirt, sis,” she said playfully.
“Shining Armor is supposed to be the big brother,” the filly Shining grumbled bitterly.
Twily just rolled her eye, and patted the filly on the head. “Just remember, Glimmer Shield, you wanted this. There‘s no use in crying over spilled milk…little sister.” the unicorn ponyoid said the last part teasingly.
“But Applejack, Ah not (yawn) sleepy,” Applebloom muttered weakly. “Can’t Ah stay up just a little longer?”
“No can do!” Applejack replied quickly. “Ma will threw my to the wolves if ye don’t get enough shut eye.”
“Now, no complaining, Sweetie,” Rarity said sternly. “We have been over this; if you don’t get enough sleep, you will ruin your coat.”
Sweetie just rolled her eyes at her sister’s commit and replied in near deadpan,” I don’t know which is worse; when you were a Metrosexual man, or now that you’re Rarity.”
Rarity just ignored her sister’s commits, and looked over her shoulder. She noticed that Fluttershy was having some troubles with the filly she was carrying. She slowed her pace and got close enough to hear what was going on between her friend and charge.
“Are you sure you’re ok?” Fluttershy asked kindly.
“I am fine, I really am,” Babs replied weakly. “You don’t have to worry about me all the time, Aunt Fluttershy.”
Rarity frowns as she tried to push that horrid memory from her mind. It wasn’t right what happen to that kid, but that was months ago and she seems to be recovering nicely. She slowed her pace some more, to allow her friend to pass her, and back close enough to watch Pinkie energetically pat her charge on the head, much to the annoyance of the filly.
“Don’t worries your little head off Flash Sentry, your Auntie Pinkie Pie have everything under control,” Pinkie said chirpily.
“I used to a year older then you,” Flash Sentry deadpanned with a roll of his eyes. “And you’re my sister, not my aunt. And I told you before, it‘s Glow Sentry.”
This only cause Pinkie to laugh hard, like what Glow Sentry said was the funniest thing she ever heard. Even Rarity find herself chuckling a little, as the group of twelve reached a makeshift elevator. The group boarded the elevator, and RD pushed the down bottom. The item shake slightly as it began to move down to the floor.
The large group looked behind them, and saw a house in the distance. That was their destination, a large style house, with a bed and breakfast feel to it. If someone was to see it in the right light, they would say it looks like the childhood home of Forest Gump, the very house that Miss Gump used to run. The group of older ponyoids, called the Mini Six, would put their sisters/nieces to bed, in their own rooms, and then retire for the night, to be with their mare-friends and get a good night sleep, be well rested for the new day and whatever it may hold.
Author's Note
This was intended to be a side-story to an story I'm posting here later. I have decided post it now as a teaser. Also I been thinking about making a good for this unusual idea. Concact me if you're interesting in helping in anyways. But knowing my luck, things are going to be bumpy before things smooth out.
