Suddenly Starlet

My eyes flicked open, I could feel energy coursing through my veins. I felt much more energized this morning than in most mornings, but of course I was still a pony. I was going to sigh, but I figured that I was overusing it; so I groaned in frustration. I stumbled from the bed, not because I forgot how to walk, but because I was entangled in my sheets. I freed myself from the blankets and looked at the clock, it read 8:00.

wow, almost a whole twelve hours, no wonder I feel so rested, I thought as I walked over to our door. I exited the room and entered the bathroom. After having dealt with my morning needs I wandered into the kitchen. When I walked in I saw who was up, it was my mom Thing 1, and my little brother. I could hear Thing 2 in the bathroom across the hall, and I assumed that Guy was still asleep.

I was about to float down a bowl when I noticed that my mom had decided to make breakfast that morning. I sat down at the table to wait for the breakfast. No one said a word, we were to hungry for talking. When mom came over she broke the silence though, “I'm not sure if you want this, it's sausage.”

“no, I don't plan on having any sausage. But I would like some eggs and hash-browns please,” I replied, my hunger decreased a little at the sight of the sausage.

“can you have eggs?” she looked at me with a confused look.

“yeah, eggs are fine,” I assured her, my appetite picked back up at seeing the eggs and hash-browns.

“OK, they'll be done in a sec,” she turned back to the eggs and I decided to get out the bread.

I pop two slices of bread into the toaster, “anyone else want some?” I queried. Everyone just shook their heads, so I put the toast back and waited for my toast to pop up. My mom started to serve me my eggs as the toast popped up, I floated my toast over and pulled out the butter. I'll tell you, buttering toast gets really tricky, but I was proficient with my magic by now; so it wasn't that hard. “thanks for breakfast, looks delicious,” I lifted my fork up.

“your welcome,” she sat down with her own breakfast next to me. After a while she tried to start up a conversation, “so... what's it like being a horse?” she looked over to me with interest.

“pony,” I corrected, “and its different, I can tell you that.” I knew where this was going and stopped it before she could get the next words out, “don't you even say a word about that...” I warned.

She backed off, she knew that I knew what she was about to say. “sorry, I won't mention it.” surprisingly she kept her word. “so who was that guy yesterday?” of course she goes to a topic that's just as bad.

“no one. He had my wallet and he came to give it to me, that's that.” I replied bitterly. I didn't like the idea of any type of romantic relationship, especially when my family had some insinuations.

“so you invited him in and gave him tea?” she tried to keep a cool face, but I could see her holding back the laughter at my predicament.

“I-I... I was just trying to be polite!” my cheeks burned as I felt all the blood rush to them. I stormed out of the room, I made sure to pt my dishes in the sink carefully as I went to my room to stew. As soon as I left the room I could hear my mom burst out in laughter, I'd let her soak it all in.

I turned to my tablet and opened up chrome to see if anymore news popped up. I expected nothing, but what I saw was not nothing, wait what? I thought as I pulled open the top article. It was labeled as fausticorn revealed it was a link to a video of a conference of some sort. It looked like an article from a fan-fiction about this sort of thing, though the contents seemed very different.

“Lauren Faust, creator of hit series My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic has been found to have been turned into the show's matriarch. An Alicorn Princess by the name of Celestia, she was taken into questioning earlier by the CIA and has been confirmed as the real Lauren Faust. Another Alicorn Princess from the show has been taken into similar questioning, she claims to be  Tara Strong. She urges anyone with information to contact her, and she has called for the same respect to these people turned ponies that you would give anyone else. She held a press conference earlier with some important names, these names included the president himself. These are not the first confirmed sightings of any ponies however, there seems to have been an incident yesterday in a small city in Arizona. There is assumed to be more cases later if not right now, if you find yourself in this situation you are urged to contact so a correct count on the number of cases per day can be found.”

I stared in awe at the article for a while more before letting out a squeal of delight. I clamped my right hoof over my mouth, I've never done that before. I continued to look for more news aside from this article, it didn't seem any more cases had come up yet. There was article that piqued my interest, I was a little scared if it was what I thought it was. I opened the article and sure enough, there it was. “P.eople A.gainst P.onies A.ssociation” or PAPA for short, it was the name I had been expecting. Someone was really bad at coming up with names, that was the same name that some of the fan-fictions I read had given the anti-pony hate groups.

As I read the article I didn't feel much better about their group, it seemed that they were protesting ponies. Saying I was a little scared was an understatement, I saw how some of these guys acted in those stories. I could only hope that they weren't so crazy in real life. I flipped out of the article before I got to out of sorts. I decided that checking Facebook was a sound idea, I found that I had gained a lot of popularity over night. Skimming through all the messages there was really only one that interested me, it was from Faust herself.

“hello, I am aware that you are in the same condition as I am, as you may have heard I have turned into Princess Celestia. It seemed rather peculiar to me that you appeared a whole day  before all this happened. I was wondering if you had any answers at all to why this might have happened?” I read the message again before composing an answer.

“dear Princess Celestia,–” I paused to laugh at this, “–I'm afraid I have not learned anything about our current situation. I wish I had something to tell you, but I think what we need is the element bearers. I have noticed that when I became this unicorn I still had magic, so it serves to reason that the element bearers will have their magic too. And if their magic came through, then they might have carried the elements through too. The elements are just the magic of their friendship in a physical form, the elements would be the strongest form of magic we have, and if I had to guess I'd say that this was caused by magic. I propose that we try to see if we can find and get the element bearers in one place. We should gather them up there with you in new york. You are still an important figure, try to stay safe, that's why were coming to you. The group known as PAPA could be potentially dangerous, I think I have a good idea on how they act. I just hope I'm wrong. I will see you in New York.” I finished up my message and sent it.

Wait, did I just? Did I just figure out my problem? I spent all of two minutes today thinking about the problem and it comes right to me. I spent all of yesterday thinking on the exact same predicament and I got nothing. I hate you sometimes brain. Well now I have to get up to New York, how in the hay am I supposed to do that? OK, so I am in the body of my OC, and I need to get up to new york to help Princess Celestia/Lauren Faust find the six ponies that could potentially be our ticket out of this whole mess. Oh, and on top of that I have to avoid a potentially dangerous pony hate group trying to kill us all; this is sounding a lot like some of those fan-fictions I read, what next? Is Discord gonna be the one behind it all?

I grumbled at how uncreative life is, this whole mess is just unbelievably cliché. Well I guess I have to get some money for a cross country road trip to get all the way to the Big Apple, and I need to pack my things. I walked out into the kitchen and grabbed a whole bunch of food and brought it back into my room. I put it all inside a suitcase I had, next up is my stuff. I turned back to my dresser and floated all the things I usually take with me into my backpack. This of course included my tablet, my phone, my wallet, a book, my notebook, my drawing book, my thumb-drive, all my chargers for that stuff, and my teddy bear.

now before you get all judgmental about my teddy bear, I'll have you know that he has been with me through thick and thin. He is a great teddy bear and I'd be heartbroken to leave on a long trip without him, so I am taking him with me. I looked at all my other stuff, I floated on one of my necklaces, a nice one that had a cool design. It wasn't much but I liked it, I also grabbed one of my jackets. I almost never left the house without my jacket, so I grabbed my gray one and put it on. It was a nice light gray that matched my silver coat, it had a small feather on the front and feather bursting into a multitude of birds on the back.

I also grabbed my scarf, because I thought it looked cool and it might get cold sometime; but mostly because it looked good, and I am not one to dismiss fashion. I looked around and decided I was content with my decision, I turned to my bag. I tried to put it on, but it sat weirdly and dug into my back. I took it back off and stared at it in mild annoyance, but then I remembered the other day when I changed the headphones.

I thought on the bags and I felt the familiar tingle of power surging through my horn, I focused on what a saddlebag was shaped like. I felt the power flicker out and thought for a second that it hadn't worked. Opening my eyes I was greeted with a filled saddlebag, I made sure to check that all my stuff was still there. I looked over my stuff in glee as I turned to look at the suitcase, it had been changed to a small pouch. I did a double take at the bag and looked at it angrily, I didn't even know where the food had gone.

I eventually went to see if the food had been shrunk to fit it, I opened the pouch to pull some of it out. As I pulled the food from the bag I noticed it was full sized, all of my food was there. I looked in amazement at the size of the pile of food next to me in comparison to the size of the pouch. I'm not even going to question it I decided as I shoved all the food back into the pouch and put the pouch into the saddlebags. I looked around in satisfaction as I went to go confront my parents about going to New York.