Feeling a Little Hoarse

Sam awoke the next day feeling incredibly well rested, and a lot more comfortable in her bed than usual. She hadn't opened her eyes yet, and was just enjoying the quiet morning. Not long after she awoke however, her cat began poking her, needing food.

"Peanut Butter, I'll get you food late-" She stopped. That was definitely not her voice. She cleared her throat and tried again.

"I'll get you food in a bi-" There it was again. Definitely not a Manhattan accent. WAY more British. She opened her eyes for the first time that morning. So this wasn't her room either. Looking forward confirmed that the cat sitting in-front of her was indeed not her cat Peanut Butter, but instead a white cat with a bow...

"Huh... That's weird, last time I checked I was an american in a cheap apartment... And talk about a headache... What did I do last night..."

She raised a hand to her head and rubbed her forehead, but stopped.

This isn't my hand. My hand has fingers, which means something happened to me, right?

Slowly opening her eyes once again confirmed something odd. Instead of hands, she had slightly furry stubs, almost like- Hooves.

After staring at her new hooves for a while, she realised she couldn't sit there all day. She had to find out what had happened. Sam lowered herself to the floor, being careful not to trip over herself. After awkwardly wobbling towards the bathroom, she opened the door with some (a lot of) difficulty.

Outside Carousel Boutique, anyone near enough could hear loud screams coming from within. And one pony did happen to be just close enough, and that pony was one of Rarity's best friends.

Ok, think. This has gotta just be an incredibly lucid dream, right? There's no way it could have happened, I was reading fanfics of this just last night!

Suddenly a loud knocking came from the door, and rather fast.

Oh no... Think Sam, how do you deal with this sorta thing? Aha!

"I'll be right there darling!"

Ok, this is probably going to go horribly, but I'm sure I can keep it up long enough to get rid of them...

Sam trotted offbalanced down the stairs to the main room, and opened the door, revealing Pinkie Pie, still knocking on thin-air. A moment passed and Pinkie noticed Sam.

"Oh, hi there Rarity! I heard screaming so I thought I'd come check up on you!"

Of course. Of all the ponies to visit, it's the one that'll figure me out the fastest...

"Ahem. Um, everything is fine dear, nothing to worry about! I just ruined some rather nice fabric is all. I'm fine, I promise."

"Oh, ok! They sounded more like screams of fear and disbelief, but if you say so!"

Does that mean she bought it?

"But hey, do you wanna go to Sugar Cube Corner? I know you're on a diet and all, but I just wanted to show you something!"

Sam almost coughed. Hoping Pinkie would have just left was a naive thought indeed.

"Um... Of course I'll go Pinkie. Just let me get ready, and I'll be out."

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Rarity was having trouble staying asleep, due to her mattress suddenly becoming incredibly uncomfortable. She rolled around a bit more, before deciding to get up. A cat meowed from across the room, clearly demanding feeding.

"Hold on darling, I'll feed you in a moment." She grumbled, her half awake mind not registering the change in voice.

She rolled over, and instead of lifting the blankets off of her and falling to the floor as usual, she ended up in a mess on the floor.

"What in the...? Why isn't my horn wor-" The fall had woken her up, and thus she noticed the new voice. Her horn was on the fritz and her voice had changed, but what else had happened? Upon looking down, Rarity let out a very unladylike screech, noticing the new appendages at the ends of her legs. What were these again? Spikey Wikey had them, but these were less sharp. Perhaps they were those hands Lyra always went on about. But why would Rarity have them? And why weren't they covered in her glorious white coat?

After a brief screaming session with the bathroom mirror, Rarity rather dramatically threw herself onto the nearest available couch. Ok, so now she was one of Lyra's 'Humans'. She hadn't paid much attention during Lyra's speech, so she had little to no idea as to what she was doing with this body. First thing first however, she had to figure out how to walk properly. There weren't going to be walls everywhere she went, and so she needed to work out how to walk without them. She pulled herself up with the arm of the couch and slowly stood up. She had to be careful, just getting to the bathroom had been torture. She took one step... And immediately landed on the floor.

"Hmph. If that's how this is going to happen, then I shall just have to take tinier steps!"

After at least three hours, Rarity could walk normally, although just a bit wobbly. Whatever it was, it was progress, and it felt good.

"Nothing can keep the great Rarity down, not even this! Oh dear, I should probably feed that cat, I wouldn't want the poor dear to starve..."

Carefully, she managed to get over to the counter and find the cans and can opener. As she opened the can, she smelt the unforgiving stench of tuna. Luckily Opal wouldn't go near the stuff, but it seemed this cat had other ideas.

"Now then, what are you called? Oh, there we are! Peanut Butter hmm? Well you're safer to be around than Opal I suppose."