Positively Pinkby DerpyStarletChaptersAwokenDawnImminentAwokenMy eyes flicked open, “I'm a pony,” I exclaimed. How did I know that? I have no frickin' clue, but what I do know is that I wasn't one the day before. I got up and out of my bed, of course I hadn't thought this through and I tumbled to the floor in a tangled mess. Note to self, pick up room I thought to myself as I shifted my side away from whatever was digging into it. After getting untangled from my sheets I attempted to walk in my new legs, how did it go? Front right and back left, front left and back right, repeat? Sounds about right. now I was never coordinated, but I at least thought I had enough coordination to not screw it up. Oh how wrong I was, as soon as I tried to take a couple of steps I messed up and fell face first into the floor. “Ow!” I stopped trying to move just then as I heard my voice, it did not sound masculine at all. “Well f***, I can't believe this. Of all the indignities...” I continued to grumble to myself because I had no other way to deal with this. I mean seriously, who just happens to have a way of dealing with waking up as a pony? After a while of lying there with my face on the floor I got back up, my second try at walking was a lot more successful. I moved over to my door, I glare at the knob. I freaking hate the world right now, why can't it be a handle; it just has to be a knob, cause nothing can go my way ever. Getting up on my hind legs I tried to open my door with my mouth but I reared up a little too far, I fell backwards and hit my head on something hard and wooden. “Ow! Again!” I turned around to see I had hit my head on my locker thing; I call it that because even I don't know exactly what it is. After more grumbling I look up to see the door is cracked open slightly. “Oh, for crying out loud...” I stumbled out of my room in annoyance, I was more than a little annoyed at my predicament. I walked down the hall; there is only one bathroom in the house, which I think is just a really crappy construction job on their part. Especially if you take into account how big this house is, its two freaking stories for Pete's sake; did the idiots who built this have any sense? Wait I think I have encountered a problem... “Oh, come on!” I arrived at the stairs and stamped my hoof to the ground. OK, you can do this. You have walking down, kind of. Just one hoof at a time... f\*\*\* I crashed down the stairs. I hit the floor at the bottom with a thud, well that's one way to get down, I got up to see my head spinning. “Can I go anywhere without giving myself a concussion?!” I screamed, a bad choice on my part. I heard a door upstairs open, I forgot that my parents were even here. I couldn't be bothered with that fact because I was too busy freaking out. “Who’s there?!” yelled a voice from upstairs, I should probably get to the bathroom before they see me. I scrambled into the bathroom and flicked on the lights, but as soon as I flicked on the lights I heard my dad from outside the door. “There’s nowhere to go! Open this door right now and I'll let you explain yourself.” Seems reasonable enough, “OK,” I got away from the door, “though can you open it? I have a little trouble with doors.” the door swung open and I saw my dad there with a baseball bat. “Hey dad. How's it go–” I baseball bat collided with my head. “OW! What the hell are you doing? I thought you said I'd get to explain myself?!” I got up from where I was lying, my head was throbbing. It felt like there were a thousand bees injecting lemon juice into a flaming wound in my head, it hurt that bad. It doesn't really help when you've had so many other similar injuries in the past 10 minutes. “You talked? What are you?! Why are you in my house?” he had this frantic look on his face and he was already readying the bat for another swing. “Whoa, OK maybe I jumped the gun a little in assuming you would be civil about this. But you made a promise to let me explain myself dad.” I tried to ignore the throbbing my head was making, I closed one eye and I could see him clearly now. Man, my head was spinning. “Anthony? Is that you? Why are you a horse? What happened?” he finally seemed to get it, looks like my words were getting to him. “Yeah, I'm glad to see you too dad. But can you put that bat down?” I stood up with one eye still closed, the other eye just made my vision weird. I opened up my other eye and found I was no longer seeing two of him. I watched him as he noticed he was still holding the bat and he dropped it to his side, “thanks, now I don't know why but I turned into a pony. I still don't know all that much about it yet.” He looked me over for a second, “your pink,” he stared at me with a blank expression. “I am?” at hearing this I turned towards the full body mirror behind me. Looking at the mirror I found that I was in fact, pink. I was very pink, as was my mane. As I looked at the curly mane I tried to think of where I knew this look. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me.” “What?” my dad obviously didn't get what I was surprised about. “Well first off, I'm a mare. Second, I'm Pinkie Pie. Pinkamena Diane Pie. I can't believe this.” OK I was over-reacting a little, being Pinkie Pie was cool. Unfortunately I hadn't had breakfast yet and I was hungry, I'm not exactly me when I'm hungry. As I heard my stomach growl I walked straight past my dad and towards the kitchen. He followed me in silence, I pulled the fridge open and looked at what we had. I pulled out a bag of leftovers, it was cheese pizza. I ripped the bag open and ate all four pizzas in the bag in one bite. Now that my hunger was satiated I felt much better, “OK, I'm good,” I looked over to my dad to see him gawking at me. “You just ate all four pizza's in one bite,” he continued to gawk. “I did, didn't I?, huh, well I wouldn't question it. I am pinkie after all,” I felt content with that as I was intrigued by it too, but I didn't want to think too much on it or else I might not get to figuring this out. I walked over to my computer, I turned it on with a pencil. After it turned on I pulled open chrome, it was time to see if anything on the news could explain this. It was a long process just to type it in with the pencil, but eventually I had the correct search in. I looked at the top links, the top one was exactly what I was looking for, and it was recent. Opening up the link I saw that I was not the first person that this had happened too, it appeared that earlier today someone had woken up as Celestia. As I read the article I realized that this was worldwide, I was a little surprised to see this. Of course I hadn't thought I was the only one, but I didn't think it would get this public. I saw a similar article, but this one had a news video. I opened up the video and watched it. The people were discussing that some unicorn in Arizona had appeared, then it switched to the footage of the encounter. At one point the unicorn walked up to one of the camera's and gave a sort of shout out, “hello there world! Nice to see you! Now as I'm sure you noticed, I am a pony. But I highly doubt I'm the only one. Now if you find yourself in a similar situation, I would like to hear from you. I have a Facebook that you can reach me on, it is Starlet Mint. We may be able to fix this if we work together. I really must be going now though.” and with that she disappeared with a flash. I stayed there for second, after giving it some thought I pulled open my Facebook. I decided that I would send her a message, “hello there! I am so sorry to interrupt any of the things you could possibly be doing, but I was just wondering if you had any information at all on the situation with the ponies? That would be super-rific!” I felt content with my message, no need to say that I'm a pony just yet. My dad had been standing behind me the whole time and as I turned around I saw he was standing there trying to figure it all out. “Uh, dad? You OK?” I was more than a little worried about his mental health. “Oh no, I'm fine. My son is a horse and he isn't even my son anymore. Oh, don't forget that the world is also going through the same thing with people turning into horse's left and right.” he snapped at me, I just winced at his sarcasm. “First off, were ponies. And look, dad. I know this isn't easy. How do you think I feel? But I'm still your son, and I'm sure someone will figure something out. Do you want a cupcake?” I held a cupcake out to him. “No, wait... what? Where did you get that?” he looked at me incredulously. I tossed it into my mouth wrapper and all, “I dunno,” I shrugged as I chewed on the cupcake. He just continued to look at me, but his attention was peeled away from me as he heard a shriek. We both looked over to the stairs to see my mom standing at the top pointing at me, I heard my dad sigh as he walked over to the stairwell. I just waved over to her, “morning mom!” I said that a bit too cheerfully. I watched her gawk at me, she looked up to my dad. He seemed to be explaining it to her, she looked over to me every once in a while. I just smiled as she calmed down and eventually came over, “how is your morning so far? I can tell you mine is a definitely going pretty weird!” she looked me up and down with intrigue. “Anthony?” she finally spoke up. “The one and only, well I guess there is more than one Anthony, but there is not more than one of your Anthony!” I watched as she scooped me up into a hug. “Whoa mom, calm down. It's OK, I mean I'm still me!” I paused as I heard the familiar ding of Facebook. I pushed her away and motioned her over to the couch, “I have to check this.” I pulled open the message, it was a reply from Starlet, and she seemed to have an idea “Hello Anthony, I have no real information on this crisis, but I am led to believe that the solution may lie in getting the elements of harmony together in one spot. Namely New York, I am headed there myself to help in any way possible.” my enthusiasm increased greatly upon hearing this. I have to go to New York, I'm needed so there is no possible way my parents can say no! I turned to my parents and saw them sitting there, I couldn't just drag them along with me. I know, maybe I can tag along with Starlet! She has to be driving, I can't even imagine what would happen if they were going to take a plane. “Well, it just so happens that I am the element of laughter. I guess that means I have to head up to New York huh? Mind if I tag along with you? I am in Loveland, Colorado. I live on Ferguson Ct. I'll wait for you if I can hitch a ride. Tell me when you get near so I know when to be home.” I sent off the message and waited for the reply. It came in practically no time at all. “Yes, that's great, I expect it should take us two or three days to get up there. We will have another pony with us. I look forward to meeting you!” I smiled at her reply, so that’s it I thought to myself. Now I have to tell my parents about my adventure, this might not be very pretty. DawnI walked over to the couch that my parents were at, “OK, well this is a bit hard for me to say so soon,” I paused to think on how I would approach this, “I need to go to New York,” I looked at them for an answer. They gave me crazy looks, dad was the first to actually speak up though. “What?” it sounded like he was mad. I couldn't wonder what for, I only asked to go across the country on an already stressful day. “Well, the solution to this problem seems to involve me being in New York,” I looked at my feet nervously. He seemed to cool down a bit at hearing this, but I wasn’t in the clear yet. “Well we can’t get you there,” he said, he sounded pretty mad still, but I think he might just be thinking I’m asking for a free trip to New York. “Yeah, I figured. So I have a ride, I just had to tell you that I was going so it wasn’t like I was running away…” I replied in a hushed tone, I looked up to see his eyes searching me. He didn’t seem angry anymore. I was a bit relieved at this, I was pretty sure it meant I could go. “Your minds made up?” I nodded slowly, “well then I guess I can’t persuade you otherwise. When are you heading out?” he was calmed down now, I didn’t exactly know why he was mad in the first place. I had an idea what it was, but I have no intentions of asking. “That depends on when my ride gets here, but it will be about two or three days,” I looked at my mom, she seemed more than a little distraught. “I won’t be gone long, and I’ll come back perfectly fine,” I assured her, though I could tell she wasn’t very convinced. Despite this she nodded her head in understanding and walked over to me, she embraced me in a hug. The hug was tight like a boa, but it was still comforting to know she was holding me safely. She pulled me away from her and looked over my new body, she addressed the one topic I had wanted to avoid. “You’re a girl,” this put her in good spirits as I grimaced at this fact. “Yes, it’s hilarious,” I stopped grimacing and looked myself over, “But, honestly? It’s not so bad,” I walked over to the computer, upon sitting down in the chair I saw that I had a message. It was from one of my (very) Brony friends, this was going to be interesting. “Hey bro. you hear that news about people turning into ponies, it’s crazy!” of course he would talk to me first, I was the only Brony he knew. “Hey to you too! I have heard, you could say I’m pretty close to one of them. It makes things a lot harder, I’ll tell you that! Anyhow… how are you? What’cha doing?” I sent out my message, it took longer than it should have on account of hooves. “Dude, I’m fine. But enough of that, you know someone?!” he was obviously stoked about this. He sent out a second message right after correcting his first “Somepony*” “You could say that,” I replied, I didn’t want to lie to him. He deserved the truth, but I don't know if I want him to know right now. “Do I know them?” I bit my lip at this, I figured he was going to find out eventually. There really was no point in lying. Besides, he might be able to help or something. “Look, it’s hard typing with hooves. Can you just call me?” I sent out the message and went into the kitchen. My phone was on the counter charging, good thing to because I did not want to go back upstairs. I grabbed the phone in my mouth and it buzzed, I carried it into the bathroom and dropped it. I accepted the call and hit speaker mode, I heard my friend on the other end. “Hey Anthony! What’s up?” I paused for a second and finally spoke up. “Hello!” I said in a cheery tone. “Oh, can I speak to Anthony?” he obviously hadn’t figured it out yet. “You are speaking to me, silly! How’s it hanging?” he took a while to reply he processed what he just heard. “Anthony? What happened to your voice?” he did sound astonished and a little skeptical. I think I would too if I heard my friend sounding like a girl. “More like what happened to my body! I get to go on an awesome adventure to find out! Well, we may not find out. But we will fix it!” I waited for him to think it out. “You’re a pony,” he deadpanned “Pinkie Pie to be exact.” I regretted it as soon as I said it, but I should try and play it off cool. I mean, it's not like it's a horrible pony to be right? “You're... you're Pinkie Pie?!” I could hear him breaking out into laughter over the phone. “Yepperooni!” I slammed a hoof over my mouth before I could do anything too embarrassing. I hadn't meant for it to sound that happy. “And you're okay with that?” he finally asked, there was a tone of surprise in his voice. “Yes! I mean, no! I don't know! I mean, it's not a terrible outcome. But it's not like I asked for this. But maybe I have cool Pinkie powers, so I guess yes I am okay with it?” I was pretty sure that was right, it didn't sound too convincing though. It sounded kind of like an existential crisis, maybe it is. In any case, he bought the answer. “OK, so you're Pinkie. What now?” it was a fair question. “I gotta get to New York, and I have a ride on the way.” might as well tell him my plan of action. “So... when are you leaving?” the way he asked that gave me reason to believe he was more than a little interested in my plan. “A couple of day's, why?” I asked. “Well, thing is... thing is...” he seemed to be stumbling for words. I waited for him to find what he wanted to say, “Can I come?” he gasped after he said it. I saw no reason not to let him come, but was it a good idea to let him? I thought back to my earlier thoughts, he might be able to help or something. “I, guess so... but you have to drive yourself,” I spoke with finality. I could literally hear him gasping in excitement. I knew he had a car, but it was hardly big enough for more than one or two people. Of course it could carry some supplies, “Oh and bring all your camping stuff. Bring some food, blankets and pillows too. Bring anything you think would be useful,” I wasn't going to drive with him, but he could at least be useful. The more people who can bring things, the more things there will be. Also extra car space would probably help a lot, for carrying items that is. “OK, I'll be ready. Be sure to tell me when you plan on leaving,” well there is one more person to tag along on our journey. Strength in numbers and what not. “I will,” I replied, I was about to say bye when he threw me for a loop. “So, you ready for school tomorrow?” I froze at those words. I can't believe I forgot today was Sunday, we had school tomorrow. How could I forget school? Imminent“I guess I kinda have to go to school don’t I? I’ll be missing enough days as It is with this trip, and frankly I could be doing better.” I need to catch up, but that’ll happen after this whole ordeal is over. “I guess that’s a yes, I wonder how people will handle the new me…” I trailed off as I thought on the scenarios. “OK, well I’ll see ya at school tomorrow,” I heard the phone hang-up so I turned off the speaker. I put away my phone and walked out of the bathroom, walking over to the computer I decided to change some things. I changed my Facebook picture to a new one I took with the computers camera. I put Pinkie as my nickname, people deserved to know who I was and what had happened. “Hello every-pony! As some of you may know, people are turning into ponies! Shocking, right? Well I seem to have been struck with this, and now I am every-ponies favorite mare! the pink party pony herself, Pinkie Pie!” I put as much cheer into it as I could, which wasn’t all that much cause I’m not actually Pinkie Pie. But I managed to put as much cheer as I normally do into it. I hopped out of my chair and walked over to the couch, it looked like my parents had retired to their room. They probably went back up some time while I was talking to my over enthusiastic friend, that left me alone to do what I wanted. What I wanted happened to be television; it would have been video games, but it would be pretty hard without hands. I turned on the T.V. and watched some cartoons, I stayed like this until lunch time. When lunch time rolled around the only reason I was pulled from the T.V. was because my stomach was growling something fierce. I got up from my seat and walked into the kitchen, pulling open the fridge I peered inside. There was some pepperoni pizza in there, it was from the same night as the cheese pizza was so It should be fine. I tore open the bag and a peculiar almost sickening smell hit my nose, I figured it was just the smell of leftover pizza in the fridge. I guess it was that smell, but it wasn’t just a smell; I learned that a little bit too late. I tossed the pizza into my mouth and swallowed, I swallowed all three pieces like the first four I had that morning. as soon as I swallowed I regretted my decision, I ran towards the bathroom post-haste. I surprisingly didn’t trip up, but I was too preoccupied with losing my lunch in the toilet to dwell on this fact. I stayed there for a while before finally lifting my head out of the toilet, as I looked up I saw my dad standing at the door. “meat is a no...” I mumbled as I passed him, he walked with me over to the kitchen. “you all right?” he asked me as I entered the kitchen with him at my side. “yeah, I just forgot about how I'm a vegetarian in this body...” I muttered loud enough for him to hear. I went back to the fridge, I looked through it and found a head of lettuce. I pulled the lettuce out and as I did so my taste-buds were overwhelmed by the taste of the lettuce. I chomped down on the lettuce and felt the crisp leaves crunch beneath my teeth, the cool leaves felt and tasted good on my tongue. It was like vegetarian heaven as I dined on my lettuce, I shut the door and saw my dad retreat back upstairs. I finished up my lettuce and turned back to the T.V., my hunger was satiated so I continued to watch nothing. Well, it wasn't actually nothing, but it wasn't anything important. After a while of just sitting there and watching T.V. So I turned it off, my eyes wandered the room searching for something to do. My gaze wandered across the stairs and halted, I might as well try to get to my room I thought heaving myself up from my spot on the couch. I wasn't that coordinated with walking, I still stumbled occasionally, but I was decent enough at it to get around. I'm not entirely sure decent is enough to conquer stairs, but it doesn't seem likely. I took a wary look at the towering steps before I began my ascent, I moved slowly and methodically up them. I took my time to carefully place each hoof, I had only gotten halfway up when I got a bit too cocky about it. “yeah, I think I'm gett–” I was abruptly cut off by a misplaced hoof. In my over-eagerness I had faltered in my rhythm and as a result I tumbled backwards down the stairs. “you okay?” my dad was peering down the stairs, he looked at me with a questioning look. His look itself seemed to say the hell did you do? I got up from the floor, my head hurt a little; it probably wasn't liking falling down the stairs a second time. “I'm just peachy!” I started to ascend the stairs again and dad just retreated back to his room. When I looked up to see how far I had gotten I noticed I was almost there and felt a little overjoyed, a little too overjoyed. My weight shifted and I took another tumble down the stairs, this time dad didn't check on me however. I waited a second for my head to clear before giving the stairs another go. I had no intentions of giving up, low and behold third time was in fact the charm. At least it is when you're learning to climb up stairs in your new four-hooved body. I soaked in the glory of making it up the stairs for a second, after I was done dwelling on my small victory I headed into my room. I'll admit it right now, my room is pretty messy. I maneuvered around the dirty clothes on the floor and made it over to my dresser, I should probably clean my room. I was seriously contemplating doing this until I realized I had to get my stuff ready, my room getting cleaned could wait a bit longer. I looked at my backpack, it was just a regular backpack I used for school. It was a dark black, no other colors could be seen anywhere on the backpack. I looked at the zipper, that was going to be tricky. I leaned down and grabbed the tiny metal zipper in my mouth, it tasted like pennies as I pulled up and opened my bag. I looked in and found all my stuff for school was inside, I don't know what I expected to have happened to it. I looked in with another glance and zipped up the bag. I attempted to put on the bag, it wasn't difficult. The first thing that struck me was that the bag felt awkward and uncomfortable, but it fit okay. The second thing I noticed was that it felt surprisingly light, before I had turned into a pony it had been pretty heavy. Now that I was much smaller and had less muscle mass it felt really light, almost like a feather. A feather that spread across my back uncomfortably poking into my back at various spots, but you get the point. I took a few steps around to make sure I was still mobile with the backpack on. It was manageable, so I set it back where I had picked it up. It looks like Pinkies pretty strong for being so small, maybe it's an earth pony thing, I thought to myself. Satisfied with the fact that I am ready for school I turned to my closet. I pulled down another backpack, this one was used for trips or hiking. We seemed to do a lot of both so my school backpack wouldn't exactly fit the job. okay, now I need to pack for my trip,” I turned back to my dresser and looked at it.do I need clothes?I figured I might as well pack them, so I pulled out a small suitcase from my closet. I threw in a couple random shirts and shorts, I threw in some underwear as well even though I had no intent on wearing it. I put a bunny hug in the suitcase too, never know when it might get cold. What's a bunny hug? Well bunny hugs are hoodies, I called them that because I read it somewhere before and it sounded like a much more fun way of sayinghoodie`. I pulled some socks out and put them in with my shoes; I don't know in what situation I'd need them, but it was good to be prepared. I closed my suitcase and placed it aside, with my clothes all set I turned to my other bag. I put in a notebook and some pencils, I figured it might help me with my coordination. I can tell you that I need all the help with that I can get. I put in my IPOD and my headphones, I need my music for any long trip. I also threw in a deck of cards in case we needed some entertainment, I didn't know many games with them besides spades. I also put in my good luck charm, it was a special pair of dice that I've had since I was seven. I got these dice from my aunt, when she gave them to me she told me one thing. Now Anthony. I know that things aren't going great for you in school, so I have something for you. These dice were given to me by my husband, your uncle Richard. He gave these dice to me in hopes that they bring me luck and good fortune. He told me that these dice were made with care from a friend of his, and there was nothing luckier than these dice. I thought it was just in his head, but in the time I've had these dice I grew to accept it. I hope you find as much joy in your life as I did with these. I hadn't believed her at first, but it doesn't matter to me anymore. I still accept these dice and love them, it doesn't matter to me if they are or aren't lucky. I looked around at my stuff, I dashed over and picked up my portable DVD player. I placed it in my bag with the charger. I grabbed the DVD case that went with it, it had all my favorite movies. There were some rom-coms, though to be honest I wasn't a big fan of rom-coms; there were a few that were funny enough to make it into my favorites. There were mostly comedies inside, but there were action movies dotted here and there along with the occasional thriller or rom-com. I set the case inside the bag and grabbed a couple of other chargers I might need; this totaled my chargers to the one for my IPOD, my phone, and the charger that was already in there was the one for the portable DVD player. I couldn't think of anything else I might need so I set the bag aside. I looked at my bags, I seemed ready for the trip and school tomorrow. I headed out of my room to smell dinner cooking in the kitchen, it smelled like pasta. I carefully made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen, sure enough there was my mom making pasta. “um.. mom? Did you make spaghetti with meat sauce?” I asked her this hesitantly. “what? Oh, no. I know you can't have meat. I was informed of your little incident earlier,” she strained the water from the noodles. “yeah, just making sure.” I headed towards the restroom to wash up. I came back to the kitchen to see that there was garlic bread out. “oh, I love garlic bread!” I bounced with excitement over to my seat and began dishing up. The food was delicious, the bread was especially tasty! After dinner I carried my plate over to the sink, placing it on the counter I thought on what I usually did next. I need to take a shower and get ready for bed, I walked over to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I was about to get in when the need to use the toilet finally hit me, I was surprised it hadn't come sooner. I looked at the toilet and then down at myself, I gave into bodily needs. It had been an experience that was really awkward and made me feel a little uncomfortable. I never wanted to have to do it again, but the chances of it happening again were more than likely. After that I got into the shower and washed up, I used a lot of shampoo just to get all of my fur. Did I mention that hooves make it really difficult to stand in a shower and clean yourself, I eventually sat down and used my other hoof to lather the soap into my pink mane. I finished up my shower and dried off myself. I retreated back to my room with a yawn, I was worn out. I'm pretty sure that stress makes you more tired, because I was more tired than usual and I had done nothing practically all day. Well nothing and give myself blunt force trauma... and food poisoning... okay maybe I didn't do nothing all day, but that was a major part of my day. As I reached my room I felt it getting harder to keep my eyes open, I plopped down onto my bed and after a few minutes I submitted to sleep.
AwokenMy eyes flicked open, “I'm a pony,” I exclaimed. How did I know that? I have no frickin' clue, but what I do know is that I wasn't one the day before. I got up and out of my bed, of course I hadn't thought this through and I tumbled to the floor in a tangled mess. Note to self, pick up room I thought to myself as I shifted my side away from whatever was digging into it. After getting untangled from my sheets I attempted to walk in my new legs, how did it go? Front right and back left, front left and back right, repeat? Sounds about right. now I was never coordinated, but I at least thought I had enough coordination to not screw it up. Oh how wrong I was, as soon as I tried to take a couple of steps I messed up and fell face first into the floor. “Ow!” I stopped trying to move just then as I heard my voice, it did not sound masculine at all. “Well f***, I can't believe this. Of all the indignities...” I continued to grumble to myself because I had no other way to deal with this. I mean seriously, who just happens to have a way of dealing with waking up as a pony? After a while of lying there with my face on the floor I got back up, my second try at walking was a lot more successful. I moved over to my door, I glare at the knob. I freaking hate the world right now, why can't it be a handle; it just has to be a knob, cause nothing can go my way ever. Getting up on my hind legs I tried to open my door with my mouth but I reared up a little too far, I fell backwards and hit my head on something hard and wooden. “Ow! Again!” I turned around to see I had hit my head on my locker thing; I call it that because even I don't know exactly what it is. After more grumbling I look up to see the door is cracked open slightly. “Oh, for crying out loud...” I stumbled out of my room in annoyance, I was more than a little annoyed at my predicament. I walked down the hall; there is only one bathroom in the house, which I think is just a really crappy construction job on their part. Especially if you take into account how big this house is, its two freaking stories for Pete's sake; did the idiots who built this have any sense? Wait I think I have encountered a problem... “Oh, come on!” I arrived at the stairs and stamped my hoof to the ground. OK, you can do this. You have walking down, kind of. Just one hoof at a time... f\*\*\* I crashed down the stairs. I hit the floor at the bottom with a thud, well that's one way to get down, I got up to see my head spinning. “Can I go anywhere without giving myself a concussion?!” I screamed, a bad choice on my part. I heard a door upstairs open, I forgot that my parents were even here. I couldn't be bothered with that fact because I was too busy freaking out. “Who’s there?!” yelled a voice from upstairs, I should probably get to the bathroom before they see me. I scrambled into the bathroom and flicked on the lights, but as soon as I flicked on the lights I heard my dad from outside the door. “There’s nowhere to go! Open this door right now and I'll let you explain yourself.” Seems reasonable enough, “OK,” I got away from the door, “though can you open it? I have a little trouble with doors.” the door swung open and I saw my dad there with a baseball bat. “Hey dad. How's it go–” I baseball bat collided with my head. “OW! What the hell are you doing? I thought you said I'd get to explain myself?!” I got up from where I was lying, my head was throbbing. It felt like there were a thousand bees injecting lemon juice into a flaming wound in my head, it hurt that bad. It doesn't really help when you've had so many other similar injuries in the past 10 minutes. “You talked? What are you?! Why are you in my house?” he had this frantic look on his face and he was already readying the bat for another swing. “Whoa, OK maybe I jumped the gun a little in assuming you would be civil about this. But you made a promise to let me explain myself dad.” I tried to ignore the throbbing my head was making, I closed one eye and I could see him clearly now. Man, my head was spinning. “Anthony? Is that you? Why are you a horse? What happened?” he finally seemed to get it, looks like my words were getting to him. “Yeah, I'm glad to see you too dad. But can you put that bat down?” I stood up with one eye still closed, the other eye just made my vision weird. I opened up my other eye and found I was no longer seeing two of him. I watched him as he noticed he was still holding the bat and he dropped it to his side, “thanks, now I don't know why but I turned into a pony. I still don't know all that much about it yet.” He looked me over for a second, “your pink,” he stared at me with a blank expression. “I am?” at hearing this I turned towards the full body mirror behind me. Looking at the mirror I found that I was in fact, pink. I was very pink, as was my mane. As I looked at the curly mane I tried to think of where I knew this look. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me.” “What?” my dad obviously didn't get what I was surprised about. “Well first off, I'm a mare. Second, I'm Pinkie Pie. Pinkamena Diane Pie. I can't believe this.” OK I was over-reacting a little, being Pinkie Pie was cool. Unfortunately I hadn't had breakfast yet and I was hungry, I'm not exactly me when I'm hungry. As I heard my stomach growl I walked straight past my dad and towards the kitchen. He followed me in silence, I pulled the fridge open and looked at what we had. I pulled out a bag of leftovers, it was cheese pizza. I ripped the bag open and ate all four pizzas in the bag in one bite. Now that my hunger was satiated I felt much better, “OK, I'm good,” I looked over to my dad to see him gawking at me. “You just ate all four pizza's in one bite,” he continued to gawk. “I did, didn't I?, huh, well I wouldn't question it. I am pinkie after all,” I felt content with that as I was intrigued by it too, but I didn't want to think too much on it or else I might not get to figuring this out. I walked over to my computer, I turned it on with a pencil. After it turned on I pulled open chrome, it was time to see if anything on the news could explain this. It was a long process just to type it in with the pencil, but eventually I had the correct search in. I looked at the top links, the top one was exactly what I was looking for, and it was recent. Opening up the link I saw that I was not the first person that this had happened too, it appeared that earlier today someone had woken up as Celestia. As I read the article I realized that this was worldwide, I was a little surprised to see this. Of course I hadn't thought I was the only one, but I didn't think it would get this public. I saw a similar article, but this one had a news video. I opened up the video and watched it. The people were discussing that some unicorn in Arizona had appeared, then it switched to the footage of the encounter. At one point the unicorn walked up to one of the camera's and gave a sort of shout out, “hello there world! Nice to see you! Now as I'm sure you noticed, I am a pony. But I highly doubt I'm the only one. Now if you find yourself in a similar situation, I would like to hear from you. I have a Facebook that you can reach me on, it is Starlet Mint. We may be able to fix this if we work together. I really must be going now though.” and with that she disappeared with a flash. I stayed there for second, after giving it some thought I pulled open my Facebook. I decided that I would send her a message, “hello there! I am so sorry to interrupt any of the things you could possibly be doing, but I was just wondering if you had any information at all on the situation with the ponies? That would be super-rific!” I felt content with my message, no need to say that I'm a pony just yet. My dad had been standing behind me the whole time and as I turned around I saw he was standing there trying to figure it all out. “Uh, dad? You OK?” I was more than a little worried about his mental health. “Oh no, I'm fine. My son is a horse and he isn't even my son anymore. Oh, don't forget that the world is also going through the same thing with people turning into horse's left and right.” he snapped at me, I just winced at his sarcasm. “First off, were ponies. And look, dad. I know this isn't easy. How do you think I feel? But I'm still your son, and I'm sure someone will figure something out. Do you want a cupcake?” I held a cupcake out to him. “No, wait... what? Where did you get that?” he looked at me incredulously. I tossed it into my mouth wrapper and all, “I dunno,” I shrugged as I chewed on the cupcake. He just continued to look at me, but his attention was peeled away from me as he heard a shriek. We both looked over to the stairs to see my mom standing at the top pointing at me, I heard my dad sigh as he walked over to the stairwell. I just waved over to her, “morning mom!” I said that a bit too cheerfully. I watched her gawk at me, she looked up to my dad. He seemed to be explaining it to her, she looked over to me every once in a while. I just smiled as she calmed down and eventually came over, “how is your morning so far? I can tell you mine is a definitely going pretty weird!” she looked me up and down with intrigue. “Anthony?” she finally spoke up. “The one and only, well I guess there is more than one Anthony, but there is not more than one of your Anthony!” I watched as she scooped me up into a hug. “Whoa mom, calm down. It's OK, I mean I'm still me!” I paused as I heard the familiar ding of Facebook. I pushed her away and motioned her over to the couch, “I have to check this.” I pulled open the message, it was a reply from Starlet, and she seemed to have an idea “Hello Anthony, I have no real information on this crisis, but I am led to believe that the solution may lie in getting the elements of harmony together in one spot. Namely New York, I am headed there myself to help in any way possible.” my enthusiasm increased greatly upon hearing this. I have to go to New York, I'm needed so there is no possible way my parents can say no! I turned to my parents and saw them sitting there, I couldn't just drag them along with me. I know, maybe I can tag along with Starlet! She has to be driving, I can't even imagine what would happen if they were going to take a plane. “Well, it just so happens that I am the element of laughter. I guess that means I have to head up to New York huh? Mind if I tag along with you? I am in Loveland, Colorado. I live on Ferguson Ct. I'll wait for you if I can hitch a ride. Tell me when you get near so I know when to be home.” I sent off the message and waited for the reply. It came in practically no time at all. “Yes, that's great, I expect it should take us two or three days to get up there. We will have another pony with us. I look forward to meeting you!” I smiled at her reply, so that’s it I thought to myself. Now I have to tell my parents about my adventure, this might not be very pretty.
DawnI walked over to the couch that my parents were at, “OK, well this is a bit hard for me to say so soon,” I paused to think on how I would approach this, “I need to go to New York,” I looked at them for an answer. They gave me crazy looks, dad was the first to actually speak up though. “What?” it sounded like he was mad. I couldn't wonder what for, I only asked to go across the country on an already stressful day. “Well, the solution to this problem seems to involve me being in New York,” I looked at my feet nervously. He seemed to cool down a bit at hearing this, but I wasn’t in the clear yet. “Well we can’t get you there,” he said, he sounded pretty mad still, but I think he might just be thinking I’m asking for a free trip to New York. “Yeah, I figured. So I have a ride, I just had to tell you that I was going so it wasn’t like I was running away…” I replied in a hushed tone, I looked up to see his eyes searching me. He didn’t seem angry anymore. I was a bit relieved at this, I was pretty sure it meant I could go. “Your minds made up?” I nodded slowly, “well then I guess I can’t persuade you otherwise. When are you heading out?” he was calmed down now, I didn’t exactly know why he was mad in the first place. I had an idea what it was, but I have no intentions of asking. “That depends on when my ride gets here, but it will be about two or three days,” I looked at my mom, she seemed more than a little distraught. “I won’t be gone long, and I’ll come back perfectly fine,” I assured her, though I could tell she wasn’t very convinced. Despite this she nodded her head in understanding and walked over to me, she embraced me in a hug. The hug was tight like a boa, but it was still comforting to know she was holding me safely. She pulled me away from her and looked over my new body, she addressed the one topic I had wanted to avoid. “You’re a girl,” this put her in good spirits as I grimaced at this fact. “Yes, it’s hilarious,” I stopped grimacing and looked myself over, “But, honestly? It’s not so bad,” I walked over to the computer, upon sitting down in the chair I saw that I had a message. It was from one of my (very) Brony friends, this was going to be interesting. “Hey bro. you hear that news about people turning into ponies, it’s crazy!” of course he would talk to me first, I was the only Brony he knew. “Hey to you too! I have heard, you could say I’m pretty close to one of them. It makes things a lot harder, I’ll tell you that! Anyhow… how are you? What’cha doing?” I sent out my message, it took longer than it should have on account of hooves. “Dude, I’m fine. But enough of that, you know someone?!” he was obviously stoked about this. He sent out a second message right after correcting his first “Somepony*” “You could say that,” I replied, I didn’t want to lie to him. He deserved the truth, but I don't know if I want him to know right now. “Do I know them?” I bit my lip at this, I figured he was going to find out eventually. There really was no point in lying. Besides, he might be able to help or something. “Look, it’s hard typing with hooves. Can you just call me?” I sent out the message and went into the kitchen. My phone was on the counter charging, good thing to because I did not want to go back upstairs. I grabbed the phone in my mouth and it buzzed, I carried it into the bathroom and dropped it. I accepted the call and hit speaker mode, I heard my friend on the other end. “Hey Anthony! What’s up?” I paused for a second and finally spoke up. “Hello!” I said in a cheery tone. “Oh, can I speak to Anthony?” he obviously hadn’t figured it out yet. “You are speaking to me, silly! How’s it hanging?” he took a while to reply he processed what he just heard. “Anthony? What happened to your voice?” he did sound astonished and a little skeptical. I think I would too if I heard my friend sounding like a girl. “More like what happened to my body! I get to go on an awesome adventure to find out! Well, we may not find out. But we will fix it!” I waited for him to think it out. “You’re a pony,” he deadpanned “Pinkie Pie to be exact.” I regretted it as soon as I said it, but I should try and play it off cool. I mean, it's not like it's a horrible pony to be right? “You're... you're Pinkie Pie?!” I could hear him breaking out into laughter over the phone. “Yepperooni!” I slammed a hoof over my mouth before I could do anything too embarrassing. I hadn't meant for it to sound that happy. “And you're okay with that?” he finally asked, there was a tone of surprise in his voice. “Yes! I mean, no! I don't know! I mean, it's not a terrible outcome. But it's not like I asked for this. But maybe I have cool Pinkie powers, so I guess yes I am okay with it?” I was pretty sure that was right, it didn't sound too convincing though. It sounded kind of like an existential crisis, maybe it is. In any case, he bought the answer. “OK, so you're Pinkie. What now?” it was a fair question. “I gotta get to New York, and I have a ride on the way.” might as well tell him my plan of action. “So... when are you leaving?” the way he asked that gave me reason to believe he was more than a little interested in my plan. “A couple of day's, why?” I asked. “Well, thing is... thing is...” he seemed to be stumbling for words. I waited for him to find what he wanted to say, “Can I come?” he gasped after he said it. I saw no reason not to let him come, but was it a good idea to let him? I thought back to my earlier thoughts, he might be able to help or something. “I, guess so... but you have to drive yourself,” I spoke with finality. I could literally hear him gasping in excitement. I knew he had a car, but it was hardly big enough for more than one or two people. Of course it could carry some supplies, “Oh and bring all your camping stuff. Bring some food, blankets and pillows too. Bring anything you think would be useful,” I wasn't going to drive with him, but he could at least be useful. The more people who can bring things, the more things there will be. Also extra car space would probably help a lot, for carrying items that is. “OK, I'll be ready. Be sure to tell me when you plan on leaving,” well there is one more person to tag along on our journey. Strength in numbers and what not. “I will,” I replied, I was about to say bye when he threw me for a loop. “So, you ready for school tomorrow?” I froze at those words. I can't believe I forgot today was Sunday, we had school tomorrow. How could I forget school?
Imminent“I guess I kinda have to go to school don’t I? I’ll be missing enough days as It is with this trip, and frankly I could be doing better.” I need to catch up, but that’ll happen after this whole ordeal is over. “I guess that’s a yes, I wonder how people will handle the new me…” I trailed off as I thought on the scenarios. “OK, well I’ll see ya at school tomorrow,” I heard the phone hang-up so I turned off the speaker. I put away my phone and walked out of the bathroom, walking over to the computer I decided to change some things. I changed my Facebook picture to a new one I took with the computers camera. I put Pinkie as my nickname, people deserved to know who I was and what had happened. “Hello every-pony! As some of you may know, people are turning into ponies! Shocking, right? Well I seem to have been struck with this, and now I am every-ponies favorite mare! the pink party pony herself, Pinkie Pie!” I put as much cheer into it as I could, which wasn’t all that much cause I’m not actually Pinkie Pie. But I managed to put as much cheer as I normally do into it. I hopped out of my chair and walked over to the couch, it looked like my parents had retired to their room. They probably went back up some time while I was talking to my over enthusiastic friend, that left me alone to do what I wanted. What I wanted happened to be television; it would have been video games, but it would be pretty hard without hands. I turned on the T.V. and watched some cartoons, I stayed like this until lunch time. When lunch time rolled around the only reason I was pulled from the T.V. was because my stomach was growling something fierce. I got up from my seat and walked into the kitchen, pulling open the fridge I peered inside. There was some pepperoni pizza in there, it was from the same night as the cheese pizza was so It should be fine. I tore open the bag and a peculiar almost sickening smell hit my nose, I figured it was just the smell of leftover pizza in the fridge. I guess it was that smell, but it wasn’t just a smell; I learned that a little bit too late. I tossed the pizza into my mouth and swallowed, I swallowed all three pieces like the first four I had that morning. as soon as I swallowed I regretted my decision, I ran towards the bathroom post-haste. I surprisingly didn’t trip up, but I was too preoccupied with losing my lunch in the toilet to dwell on this fact. I stayed there for a while before finally lifting my head out of the toilet, as I looked up I saw my dad standing at the door. “meat is a no...” I mumbled as I passed him, he walked with me over to the kitchen. “you all right?” he asked me as I entered the kitchen with him at my side. “yeah, I just forgot about how I'm a vegetarian in this body...” I muttered loud enough for him to hear. I went back to the fridge, I looked through it and found a head of lettuce. I pulled the lettuce out and as I did so my taste-buds were overwhelmed by the taste of the lettuce. I chomped down on the lettuce and felt the crisp leaves crunch beneath my teeth, the cool leaves felt and tasted good on my tongue. It was like vegetarian heaven as I dined on my lettuce, I shut the door and saw my dad retreat back upstairs. I finished up my lettuce and turned back to the T.V., my hunger was satiated so I continued to watch nothing. Well, it wasn't actually nothing, but it wasn't anything important. After a while of just sitting there and watching T.V. So I turned it off, my eyes wandered the room searching for something to do. My gaze wandered across the stairs and halted, I might as well try to get to my room I thought heaving myself up from my spot on the couch. I wasn't that coordinated with walking, I still stumbled occasionally, but I was decent enough at it to get around. I'm not entirely sure decent is enough to conquer stairs, but it doesn't seem likely. I took a wary look at the towering steps before I began my ascent, I moved slowly and methodically up them. I took my time to carefully place each hoof, I had only gotten halfway up when I got a bit too cocky about it. “yeah, I think I'm gett–” I was abruptly cut off by a misplaced hoof. In my over-eagerness I had faltered in my rhythm and as a result I tumbled backwards down the stairs. “you okay?” my dad was peering down the stairs, he looked at me with a questioning look. His look itself seemed to say the hell did you do? I got up from the floor, my head hurt a little; it probably wasn't liking falling down the stairs a second time. “I'm just peachy!” I started to ascend the stairs again and dad just retreated back to his room. When I looked up to see how far I had gotten I noticed I was almost there and felt a little overjoyed, a little too overjoyed. My weight shifted and I took another tumble down the stairs, this time dad didn't check on me however. I waited a second for my head to clear before giving the stairs another go. I had no intentions of giving up, low and behold third time was in fact the charm. At least it is when you're learning to climb up stairs in your new four-hooved body. I soaked in the glory of making it up the stairs for a second, after I was done dwelling on my small victory I headed into my room. I'll admit it right now, my room is pretty messy. I maneuvered around the dirty clothes on the floor and made it over to my dresser, I should probably clean my room. I was seriously contemplating doing this until I realized I had to get my stuff ready, my room getting cleaned could wait a bit longer. I looked at my backpack, it was just a regular backpack I used for school. It was a dark black, no other colors could be seen anywhere on the backpack. I looked at the zipper, that was going to be tricky. I leaned down and grabbed the tiny metal zipper in my mouth, it tasted like pennies as I pulled up and opened my bag. I looked in and found all my stuff for school was inside, I don't know what I expected to have happened to it. I looked in with another glance and zipped up the bag. I attempted to put on the bag, it wasn't difficult. The first thing that struck me was that the bag felt awkward and uncomfortable, but it fit okay. The second thing I noticed was that it felt surprisingly light, before I had turned into a pony it had been pretty heavy. Now that I was much smaller and had less muscle mass it felt really light, almost like a feather. A feather that spread across my back uncomfortably poking into my back at various spots, but you get the point. I took a few steps around to make sure I was still mobile with the backpack on. It was manageable, so I set it back where I had picked it up. It looks like Pinkies pretty strong for being so small, maybe it's an earth pony thing, I thought to myself. Satisfied with the fact that I am ready for school I turned to my closet. I pulled down another backpack, this one was used for trips or hiking. We seemed to do a lot of both so my school backpack wouldn't exactly fit the job. okay, now I need to pack for my trip,” I turned back to my dresser and looked at it.do I need clothes?I figured I might as well pack them, so I pulled out a small suitcase from my closet. I threw in a couple random shirts and shorts, I threw in some underwear as well even though I had no intent on wearing it. I put a bunny hug in the suitcase too, never know when it might get cold. What's a bunny hug? Well bunny hugs are hoodies, I called them that because I read it somewhere before and it sounded like a much more fun way of sayinghoodie`. I pulled some socks out and put them in with my shoes; I don't know in what situation I'd need them, but it was good to be prepared. I closed my suitcase and placed it aside, with my clothes all set I turned to my other bag. I put in a notebook and some pencils, I figured it might help me with my coordination. I can tell you that I need all the help with that I can get. I put in my IPOD and my headphones, I need my music for any long trip. I also threw in a deck of cards in case we needed some entertainment, I didn't know many games with them besides spades. I also put in my good luck charm, it was a special pair of dice that I've had since I was seven. I got these dice from my aunt, when she gave them to me she told me one thing. Now Anthony. I know that things aren't going great for you in school, so I have something for you. These dice were given to me by my husband, your uncle Richard. He gave these dice to me in hopes that they bring me luck and good fortune. He told me that these dice were made with care from a friend of his, and there was nothing luckier than these dice. I thought it was just in his head, but in the time I've had these dice I grew to accept it. I hope you find as much joy in your life as I did with these. I hadn't believed her at first, but it doesn't matter to me anymore. I still accept these dice and love them, it doesn't matter to me if they are or aren't lucky. I looked around at my stuff, I dashed over and picked up my portable DVD player. I placed it in my bag with the charger. I grabbed the DVD case that went with it, it had all my favorite movies. There were some rom-coms, though to be honest I wasn't a big fan of rom-coms; there were a few that were funny enough to make it into my favorites. There were mostly comedies inside, but there were action movies dotted here and there along with the occasional thriller or rom-com. I set the case inside the bag and grabbed a couple of other chargers I might need; this totaled my chargers to the one for my IPOD, my phone, and the charger that was already in there was the one for the portable DVD player. I couldn't think of anything else I might need so I set the bag aside. I looked at my bags, I seemed ready for the trip and school tomorrow. I headed out of my room to smell dinner cooking in the kitchen, it smelled like pasta. I carefully made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen, sure enough there was my mom making pasta. “um.. mom? Did you make spaghetti with meat sauce?” I asked her this hesitantly. “what? Oh, no. I know you can't have meat. I was informed of your little incident earlier,” she strained the water from the noodles. “yeah, just making sure.” I headed towards the restroom to wash up. I came back to the kitchen to see that there was garlic bread out. “oh, I love garlic bread!” I bounced with excitement over to my seat and began dishing up. The food was delicious, the bread was especially tasty! After dinner I carried my plate over to the sink, placing it on the counter I thought on what I usually did next. I need to take a shower and get ready for bed, I walked over to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I was about to get in when the need to use the toilet finally hit me, I was surprised it hadn't come sooner. I looked at the toilet and then down at myself, I gave into bodily needs. It had been an experience that was really awkward and made me feel a little uncomfortable. I never wanted to have to do it again, but the chances of it happening again were more than likely. After that I got into the shower and washed up, I used a lot of shampoo just to get all of my fur. Did I mention that hooves make it really difficult to stand in a shower and clean yourself, I eventually sat down and used my other hoof to lather the soap into my pink mane. I finished up my shower and dried off myself. I retreated back to my room with a yawn, I was worn out. I'm pretty sure that stress makes you more tired, because I was more tired than usual and I had done nothing practically all day. Well nothing and give myself blunt force trauma... and food poisoning... okay maybe I didn't do nothing all day, but that was a major part of my day. As I reached my room I felt it getting harder to keep my eyes open, I plopped down onto my bed and after a few minutes I submitted to sleep.
