Positively Pink

My 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.