This Isn't What I Wanted

by Silver Melodies

Rating: teen
Tags: Tragedy, Adventure, Alternate Universe, Sad
Length: 7022

Who would have thought this would happen? Eli sure didn't... but it did. So how does he deal with it? After all... being a pony is a really odd predicament...

Eli is a normal person. He does normal things, and lives a (mostly) normal life. He's a brony, and has the normal dream of actually having ponies be real. Like I said, completely normal. What could possibly go wrong?

Well, for starters, he could undergo life changing experiences… and he could be thrust into a world that he loves yet is not what he thought. He could also have to fight evil, and struggle to survive. And he could have to watch those he loves die…

Of course, that won't happen. No way.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-03-03 02:10:07 UTC

Oh Shit...

     Of all the things that would happen to Eli, he never thought this would be one of them. A white body covered in smooth, soft fur. A red mane, tied up in a braid, and a tail of the same colors. Freckles. And that horn, sticking out of his head. A pair of red, confused eyes looked at him in his reflection. There was no doubt.

     Why did this have to happen to him? It was funny. As much as he had wanted it to happen, now that it actually happened, he wished it hadn't. The music was still playing, but he didn't even hear it.

     He was his own OC... of course, he had two of them. He wasn't his stallion OC, no, of course not. He was now Silver Melodies, his mare OC. Then it hit him. A look of dread passed over the mare's face.

     He was a mare. Not a stallion…

     With a gulp, he took a quick peek between his legs, then whipped his head back, pure terror etched on his face. He had lost his manhood. He was a female now. A mare. He couldn't even call himself... himself anymore, right? Or could he just say he and him and all that because he knew he had been a male…

     Eli fell back onto his backside. How long would this last? Was he stuck like this forever? Or would he be changed back soon? Hopefully soon. He couldn't live like this. If his sisters found him, he doubted he would live. If his brother found him... it would just be awkward. If his oldest sister or his mom found him…

     He looked towards the door and sighed in relief upon seeing it was locked. At least he was safe for now. But what if he had to go to the bathroom? The very thought gave him the urge.

     He fell over, moaning in grief. Why? Not only was he a pony, a change he could have never prepared for, but now he was also a mare, another change he could have never prepared for.

    His stomach rumbled a bit, not in pain, but out of hunger this time. Hadn't he eaten before? How long had it been? He looked around and managed to find one of his watches, buried in the sheets on the ground. He sighed. If he went down, he had to come back up. It would just be another ordeal. But he really needed to know what time it was.

     He checked his bed to make sure he wouldn't have to come back up here, at least for a while.

     He was lucky he did. He saw a bag of chips, half empty, slightly spilled onto his bed. How had he managed to tangle himself up in his sheets with his thrashing, but not knock a bag of chips off the bed?

     Oh well, he didn't care. He hungrily dove towards them, but the bed was a different terrain than the floor. It was unstable, and he tripped over his own legs. He got up and made his way a little more slowly to his prize.

     Once he reached it, he dove in, as hungry as a horse. He stopped at that thought. He was a horse... or more specifically, a pony. So that comment didn't really work. He shrugged and grabbed a chip in his mouth,. The chips were now the size of a tea cup plate for him. He tried to hold it in his hooves, but he didn't know how to use them. He took a break from his eating to examine his new appendages.

     He had no way of picking up anything with them. Not digits of any kind. So then how did they do it in the show? Maybe he should just try to pick it up like they did…

     He placed his hoof flat on a chip, willing himself to pick it up, then lifted his arm. To his surprise, it actually worked! He laughed giddily as he lifted the chip to his mouth and took a bite. His eyes popped open. That laugh... it was so high... he began to wonder what his new voice sounded like. Sure, he had always imagined what Silver Melodies sounded like, but now he was her. Time to find out.

     Curiosity pushed his fears aside for the time being. He spoke a few sentences to himself, just to check out his new voice.

     “Well, I-I g-guess this my new b-body for n-now.”

     Oh shit... he was stuttering. He recalled that one fic he wrote... the only one in which Silver Melodies actually spoke... and she had a stutter. Oh well, it wasn't like it was a huge deal.

     It was soft. Not as soft as Fluttershy's, but softer than Twilight's. More like a low tone. But it wasn't low. It was a higher sound, though not nearly as high as Pinkie Pie's. Also, it carried a faint sound of... harmony? Like when he spoke, another voice, softer than his, spoke as well, though in harmony with his normally voice. Now that was weird. He had never imagined that Silver Melodies could do that.

     “W-Wow, her v-voice is real-really g-good! It s-sounds s-so... mel-melodic!”

     Again, the same sound. He was getting giddy again. He had completely forgotten about his predicament and began to thoroughly examine his new body and what he could do.

     He turned his head around, back and forth, and was greatly surprised to see he could almost twist his neck a full 180 degrees. He moved his front legs around, then his back, just testing to see how far he could go. He flicked his tail around, swishing it back and forth. It felt odd being able to do that. He decided to try and jump, even though he was on his bed. He leaped into the air, but fell on his side as he lost his footing. He stood right back up, a huge smile plastered on his face.

     His growling stomach returned him to his food, where he managed to chow down on about twenty chips before he began to feel full. Now it was time to leave the bed.

     He grabbed the chip bag in his mouth and dragged it across the bed, dropping it down to the ground. He turned around and tried to slowly lower himself to the ground, but he slipped and fell. Surprisingly, he hit the ground with no pain, only a soft thud. He got up and looked around.

     What was next? The watch. He spotted it and pulled it out from the from the sheets. It read... 6:53 PM. Wow, he didn't sleep for that long…

     Then he remembered something. He was a unicorn now. He had magic. With magic, he could levitate objects. He looked at the watch. Might as well try it. His horn began to glow a red aura, but that was it. How did this work? He had to... focus his magic or something.

     He tried his best to focus, and this time, the watch glowed as well. But try as he might, he couldn't make it move. Maybe he didn't have any magical strength, like the fillies did. No, that wouldn't make sense. He was a full grown mare. He should have plenty of magical ability. He just needed to learn how to use it.

     He paused a moment. It was weird to think of himself as a full grown mare.

     He tried again, focusing even more, trying harder, but nothing happened except a small cramp in his brain.

     With a sigh of defeat, he slumped onto the sheets, falling over. The reality of his situation returned to him. He was a pony, a mare. He was stuck in the human world. And he couldn't even use his magic. Well, things couldn't get worse.

     He absentmindedly attempted to lift the watch again, but he didn't even try to focus. A red glow surrounded the watch, and it slowly lifted into the air. He gasped in surprise and sat up as the watch fell back down. So... what had he done? Maybe he had been trying to hard. He imagined having hands, and he imagined picking up the watch. To his surprise, it worked. So, he just had to pretend he still had hands to pick it up?

     Well, at least he knew how to use his magic. He walked over to his closet. Using his magic, he twisted the doorknob and opened it up. Inside lay his massive mountain of clothes. On top of that mountain, was a can of soda.

     He hadn't come over here for any reason in particular, but now he was thirsty, and he wanted that soda.

     With a sigh, he attempted to ascend Mount Pile-Of-Dirty-Clothes. He managed to only get stuck once or twice, and soon reached his prize. With a triumphant grin, he snatched up the can with magic.

     Wait, why didn't he use his magic in the first place?

     He shrugged as he imagined using his fingers to pop the soda open. His magic did the rest, opening the soda can and sending bubbly fizz out the hole and down the sides of can. He looked as the sticky soda's fizz dripped down onto his dirty laundry. At least was his dirty laundry, and not the clean ones.

     He tilted the soda can and poured it into his mouth, letting the delicious drink flow down his throat and into his stomach. It felt good, even more so now that he was pony. That was strange. Maybe his taste buds were heightened.

     He tried to finish the can, but he couldn't, his much smaller stomach unable to hold it all. He wedged the can into a crack amongst the clothes so it wouldn't fall over and slid down his pile of laundry. He hit the ground rolling and came to a stop at the foot of his desk. He lay there as he listened to the music that was still playing.

     As 'Twenty Percent Cooler' played, he began to hum, then he began to sing:

“Seven colors in your hair,

get your boots on dear,

'cause we're going out there,

don't care 'bout the dress code,

put it on let's go...”

     His new voice harmonized with itself, and the resulting music was unbelievable! It sounded like it was an angel singing, and like it shouldn't have been coming out of his mouth. It sing until the song was over, still laying there, on the floor.

     Now what? How long could he keep this a secret? He couldn't stay in here forever, and if anyone tired to talk to him, he couldn't talk with them, because he was a mare! Eventually, they would probably try to break his door down, then he would have to hide, but they would look everywhere, and they would find him... then what?

     He shook his head. He'd think about that later. Right now, he had a different problem. That soda was working it's way through his system.

     How was he supposed to get to the bathroom? His room was at the end of hall. The bathroom was at the front of that hall. And the hall opened into the kitchen, where his oldest sibling was undoubtedly preparing dinner at this hour.

     But he couldn't just hold it in, or go in here... so he had no choice, really.

     Steeling himself, he unlocked his door with his magic, twisted the handle, and slowly pulled the door open. He peeked through the small crack. The hall was empty. Slowly, and carefully, he made his way towards the bathroom. As the kitchen neared, his pace slowed to a crawl. He'd never get there in time if he went this slowly. He picked up the pace, but was still cautious. He made it to the bathroom and pulled the door open.

     He turned around to shut the door and saw his sister in the kitchen, facing away from him. He softly shut the door and locked it, then released a breath he didn't know he been holding. He looked around.

     This was going to be a challenge... Ugh! Why did this have to happen to him?

     He trotted over to the toilet and stood there, head, barely above the rim. He was supposed to go in that? If he could even get up, it would hard to not fall in. Another thought hit him. Because he was now female... he'd have to... wipe…

     “Gah!” He exclaimed before quickly closing his mouth. Hopefully no one heard him. He decided to take it all one step at a time. He hopped up, this time with more grace, and managed to make it on top of the toilet on his first try.

     But he lost his footing and slipped. He stuck his front hooves out to catch himself, and barely managed to halt his descent into the water below. He held his breath as he slowly tried to lift himself up. It was no use. His muscles began to quiver as he held himself up, all four hooves splayed out, making him look like an X. He had to think fast.

     Then a thought occurred to him. He summoned his magic and imagined grabbing himself. It was surprisingly hard to lift himself up. He did, through much concentration, manage to move himself enough to the point where he could use his legs to move himself into a standing position. With a small gasp, he managed to finally stand up straight. Well, that was harder than it should have been. Next, he managed to sit down enough to go, then he finished up, though with much embarrassment. He finally got off and flushed the toilet, which he immediately regretted.

     Someone had to have heard that. Without thinking, he flung the door open and bolted down the hall.

     He heard someone call out, but he payed no heed. He leaped into his room and flung the door shut with a loud slam, locking it as well.

     Someone knocked on his door. “Eli?”

     Sophia, of course. Now what? He couldn't answer her! He had only one option. He forced his voice to go as deep as possible.

     “Mmm hmm?”

     “Are you still okay?”

     “Mmm hmm.”

     Please, please, please go away.

     “Can I come in?”

     Panic crept through his body. “Mmm mmm!”

     “Are you sure? You sound... weird.”

     “Mmm hmm!”

     He was beginning to sweat. Just go away!

     After a slight pause, his sister could be heard walking away. “Okay, if you say so.”

     He gasped for breath. Why did he keep holding his breath? He collapsed onto the floor in a disheveled pile. He just lay there, letting himself take in deep breaths. Okay, he was safe. It was an ordeal, but he had managed to go to the bathroom and make it back. Wow, what a big accomplishment.

     Rainbow Factory was playing and he couldn't help but sing along. He wished his voice could sound robotic, like Wooden Toaster's did. It would be so cool!

     As he sang, he noticed something... different. It took him a minute to place it, but the sound was coming from him. His own voice was changed, and it sounded... robotic.

     Eli gasped. He could change his voice? He sang a little more, and sure enough, his voice was changed. It still sounded like him, or her, or whatever, but with a robotic change to it.

     “Wow! This is so cool!” he said, his voice sounding normal, or at least, like Silver Melodies.

     He cocked his head in puzzlement. Why had his voice changed back. He tried again.

     “What happened?” Again, his voice was normal.

     The next song came on, his own remix of Rainbow Factory. He decided to try singing again.

“Now a rainbow's tale isn't quite as nice,

as the story we knew of sugar and spice...”

     Now the sounds coming from him were robotic once more. So did it only work when he sang? He also noticed her voice didn't' stutter while she sang, an unwritten bit of info he had made up about his OC.

“But a rainbow's easy once you get to know it,

with the help of the magic of the pegasus device.”

     Yep, it was still working. He had an idea. He walked over to his PC. There was this other song that had cool voice effects. If he could listen to it and sing it, he'd know for sure this special ability he had.

     He would have sang right there, but a different song was playing, and that would mess him up.

     He used his magic to push his chair over to the PC and hopped up onto it. It was a lot easier to move now. Once he learned how to move, he mastered it pretty quickly. Almost like a long lost skill, that he could remember, but hadn't used in a long time.

     He sat down on the chair and looked at the monitor. His head just came over the desk, but he could still see it. Using his magic, he dragged the mouse and clicked on the song he wanted. He was going to turn the volume down, to better hear himself, but that would make it easier for others to hear him.

     Destabilize started to play, and Eli sang along.

“Looks like my secret's been revealed,

I'm not a pony after all...”

     So far, his voice matched that of the singer. He sang until it came to the part he was really waiting for:

in a deep, guttural tone, like that of a monster, he sang out the words.

“I can't be real, I think I feel...”

     He sat there, shocked that such a sound had come out of him, or Silver Melodies’ body. So he could change his voice while singing, but not while just talking, but either way when he spoke it sounded like to people... uh, ponies speaking, each one harmonizing with each other? That was... a lot to take in…

     While he sat there, in his chair, contemplating his new bodies weird powers, he heard a strange sound. He whipped around but the chair blocked his sight. He leaned over the edge of the chair to see if he could identify the source of the sound. His eyes peered around the whole room. Nothing.

     He leaned a little more out, and lost his footing.

     He hit the ground, a small grunt escaping his lips. Why was he always falling? He was lucky he seemed to have an increased resistance to pain. He righted himself and walked around his room. He couldn't hear anything, but he knew there was something in his room.

     His closet was empty, under his bed, on his bed... there was nothing there. But he knew that couldn't be the case. He climbed onto his bed, using the chair and some magic. He paced around, trying to determine what the noise was.

     Then he heard it again. This time, it was right behind him. He whipped around to see... nothing.

     He looked around. What was going on?

     Out of nowhere, a bright light flashed before his eyes. Eli stumbled backwards and fell down, almost falling off the bed. He blinked rapidly to clear his vision, but he all he could see was a bright light. Something felt like it was pulling him, but he couldn't make out what it was. It was almost like an invisible force, like magic or something.

     He let out a cry for help, but was certain no one heard him over the raging torrent of light that seems to have a sound as well.

     With one final flash, Eli was gone.

     It wasn't dark. It wasn't light. It was more of a gray, but even that didn't describe it. Maybe all of them at once? Yeah, that was the best way to describe it. And he was floating, but it wasn't like in water. It wasn't like in space. More of... like in nothingness, like you shouldn't be there, but you are, and you are the only thing there.

     Then, suddenly, everything but the darkness faded away. It was pitch black. Then a small light grew on what could only be called the horizon. He was sucked towards it, though it didn't feel like he was moving.

     The light just grew bigger, but he knew he was moving. Then the light filled his vision, and everything went dark.

     Eli lifted his head off of the bed. He took a deep breath, taking in the cool air that surrounded him. His eyes opened to reveal the room he now lay in. It was all... stone. It looked like a castle.

     His bed looked normal enough, but it was all so... old looking. His one window had no window panes, so he must have been in some sort of place that was old or abandoned. Where was he? Was he in danger?

     He hopped out of bed, landing all fours. Huh, so he was still a pony, and he still knew how to walk. That was good. Now that the shock had passed, he found being a pony quite enjoyable, even though he was a mare. But he was still slightly scared.

     With a quick trot to the window, he took in the sight. A massive city sprawled out before him. He could see the many buildings, each one gleaming in the sunlight. Upon closer look, he saw many small figures moving about next to the buildings, but he had a little trouble identifying them.

     A knock at his door made him jump. He spun around to face the door, but it didn't move. Whoever was on the other side only knocked again.

     Eli slowly crept up close to the door, and answered in the deepest voice he could muster. “Who i-is it?”

     A female voice from the other side answered his question. “Soft Soul, captain of the fifth division of the Royal Guard.”

     Royal Guard? Where had he heard that before?

     “I have orders from Princess Celestia to bring you to her, immediately.”

     Eli didn't move. He didn't even blink. Did she just say... Princess Celestia? But... but... that would mean he was in... Equestria…

     He ran back to the window and looked out once again. He saw that the little figures he had seen before did resemble ponies…

     “Ma'am? We need to go now.”

     How did she know that he was a mare? Oh well. He dropped any kind of pretending and answered in a quiet voice.

     “Co-coming.”

     He opened the door and there before him, stood a pony. She was buttery yellow color, with a white

mane and pink eyes. While she looked like she could be nice, she didn't seem to be right now. Every muscles was tensed up, like she was waiting for an attack.

     Eli did his best to not faint. He was in Equestria... and he was a mare... oh shit... hopefully Hearts and Hooves Day was still far away.

Nothing Weird Will Happen Today

     Today was going to be a perfectly normal day. Eli yawned and stretched out, trying to lessen the stiffness in his sore limbs. He didn't know why he was so sore. Maybe it was because he  had worked out the night before. While he wasn't a very active person, he wasn't lazy. Of course, if he worked out a bit more than once or twice a week, maybe he wouldn't end up so sore.

     The light of the sun hit him in the face as he pulled the covers off of his head. He grimaced and turned over. He didn't really want to get up, but once he awoke, he couldn't go back to sleep. Besides, he had the whole day to look forward to. It was Saturday!

     He rolled off of his bed and hit the ground. He didn't care. In fact, it almost felt good, for some weird reason. Jolting his sore muscles. He stood up and stretched again. He just felt so sore. Maybe he should start working out more.

     With ease, he changed into his day clothes then shuffled down the hall to the bathroom to get ready for the day. He finished up, having only splashed his face a bit and gone to the bathroom. He never paid any attention to his hair. He didn't need to, of course. Who cared what it looked like, that unruly mop of his?

     Eli could hear his siblings in the living room playing some game on the Xbox. He walked to the kitchen and grabbed some food. A half-eaten box of cereal and a similar amount of milk. He poured himself some food and ate it up. A scream came from the living room, but he payed no head to it. Just his little sisters being stupid, again.

     He put his bowl in the sink and walked away. It wasn't his job to clean up, so he didn't even bother. His sisters would do it. Tomorrow, it would be his job, but today, he was free from chores.

     Not having much else to do for now, he decided to check for a newspaper. His trip took him though the living room, where he saw his youngest sister attempt to strangle one of the others over who should get the diamonds in minecraft. The one being choked retaliated with a punch to the stomach, which escalated the whole thing into an all out fist fight. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

     He opened the front door, but the newspaper was nowhere to be found. Maybe someone had already grabbed it? A quick look around the living room confirmed his thoughts. There it lay, underneath one of his sisters, who was sitting on the coffee table.

     He pulled it out from beneath her. She turned to him, obviously annoyed. She was about to shout at him, when one of his sisters called to her.

     “You're getting killed!”

     She turned back to see a zombie shove her into a pool of lava, burning up all of her possessions. At first, she sat there, dumbstruck. Then she cried. Then she turned around and screamed at Eli.

     “YOU STUPID IDIOT!”

     Eli turned to leave but felt something hit him, then again and again. He turned to see his little sister pounding on his back. It shouldn't have hurt, but his sore muscles ached at the impacts. He tried to ignore her as he walked back to his room. He didn't dare lift a finger against her or he would get grounded by his mom. For some stupid reason, his sisters could act however they wanted,  yet he couldn't even do so much as yell at them because he was 'supposed to care for his siblings'. Care for them his ass, he wanted to slug her.

     He sped up his walk to his room, his little sister in tow the whole way. He turned around once he reached the door frame of his room. With a little shove, he slammed the door in her face and locked it shut. She pounded on the door, never letting up.

     “I HATE YOU!”

     He did his best to ignore her. She finally gave up and left him in peace. He checked his watch. While she had been pounding, he had sat on his bed doing nothing. It was now 1:13, Pm. It had taken her a whole half an hour to give up. Geez.

     Eli looked around his room, finally feeling a little better. He had the whole day to himself. His mom was out of town, his oldest and still sane sister was gone with some friends, his little sisters would be playing the game, and his brother would probably sleep in until around four in the afternoon. He had his PC, his Xbox, and lots of snacks he stored for just such a time as this. The only reason he would have to leave his room would be to use the bathroom.

     He plopped down in his chair in front of his PC and decided to watch some YTPs. They always helped him calm down and relive stress. He cracked up at the jokes made and all the different references and everything.

     Once he was done, he decided to finish working on the remix he was doing. It took him longer than he thought, because his tense muscles caused him to misplace several sound clips. He managed to finish, albeit with many swear words and some throwing of pencils. He saved the file, uploaded it to YouTube, then lay down on his bed. Now what? The newest episode of MLP wasn't on YouTube yet, and he didn't feel like watching anything else.

     He sighed and held a hand to his stomach. It clenched slightly. He was probably hungry. He grabbed a bag of chips and a can of soda, then sat down and decided to watch another episode of The Mentally Advanced Series. He chowed down on the food, and chased it with the soda. The show made him laugh until his sides hurt. Call him immature, but it was pretty damn funny.

     Eli finished the show and checked his watch. 3:42, PM. Maybe someone on Skype would want to talk. He checked, but was surprised to see that no one was on. Where was everyone? It was Saturday! They should all be home, hanging out. He turned on his music, letting the wubs wash over him.

     His stomach clenched up again, this time more tightly. Must have been the chips and soda. Maybe a trip to the bathroom would be a good idea. After all, he did have to go.

     When he got there, he finished his business quickly and turned to look at himself in the mirror. He wasn't ugly or anything, but he wouldn't call himself hot. He was about six foot, three inches. His hair was a tangled mess of brown strands, which draped down his head, almost to his chin, partially covering his eyes. His eyes were blue, though more of a dull blue color, like they had been washed out. His complexion was smooth, and he had rosy cheeks. All in all, he would consider himself plain.

     He squinted at his reflection. He looked... smaller, and pale. Like he was getting really sick and smaller. Hmm. He must be really sick. Maybe a nap would be good. It did sound inviting. The night before, he had stayed up until around three in the morning playing Black Ops 2 Zombies with his brother. While he didn't feel tired, his body said otherwise.

     Luckily, he made it to his room without having to come in contact with his sisters. Eli flopped down onto the bed, letting himself sink into its warmth. His stomach clenched once more, causing him to grimace. He had never felt this bad before. It hurt pretty bad, but he ignored it. He could have taken medicine, but he never liked that stuff. He only took when absolutely necessary.

     He curled up in a ball as his insides twisted up and his muscles seemed to only get tighter and tighter. He groaned in pain. How could he have gotten this sick so quickly? The wubs shook him, in and out, but he barely noticed. He tried to block his pain with thoughts of MLP. Applejack, bucking apples, Fluttershy, taking care of animals, and Pinkie Pie, throwing parties. If only he could be there. These thoughts, and the wubs of his music, accompanied him as he fell asleep.

     His dreams were tortured. Blackness, then fire, then the pain of being burned alive. He writhed around, but nothing could ease his suffering. His limbs seems to stretch and shrink, though he couldn't see them.

     He felt like his guts were being torn out of him, then stuffed back in. His whole body spasmed with pain. He felt like he was going to die, the pain was so strong.

     Then his face felt like it was having the flesh ripped off. It seemed to morph, though once again, he couldn't see anything. He could only feel pain, then an odd sensation of relief as something began to cover his head. It spread down his body, and soon, he was encased in whatever it was.

     He tried to look around, but all he saw were flames. Maybe he had died and gone to hell? Maybe this was all just a horrible nightmare?

     He threw his head back and screamed as he seemed to be dipped in the flames, those red, burning fingers, grasping at his legs.

     Then, it felt as if every bone in his body broke, viciously snapped, only to be repaired, though it didn't feel right. It felt like all of his bones were off, not quite the right shape.

     As if he had been released from a giant's grasp, he fell. He fell fast, down, until he could see the ground rushing up to him. He heard a voice, drifting through the dark.

     “Eli...”

     He closed his eyes as he hit the ground.

     Eli moaned. He tried to open his eyes, but they felt heavy. He heard something, calling through the covers that lay over his head.

     “Eli? Are you okay?”

     It sounded familiar... hmm...

     Oh, yeah, his oldest sister, Sophia. She was knocking at his door and calling his name. “Eli? Are you okay? Answer me.”

     She was strict, yet concerned. He had to answer. But when he opened his mouth, it felt all weird and all he could force out was a grunt of acknowledgment.

     “Do you need something? I heard thrashing.”

     He moaned a sound that seemed to resemble a 'no'.

     “Okay, if you do, just call me.”

     Eli could hear her walking away. That was her, always kind, always trying to make sure everyone was happy. He wondered what time it was. He tried to check his watch, but couldn't see it. He was tangled up in a mess of bed sheets. He turned over, only further ensnaring himself.  With a grunt, he managed to roll himself off the bed, but it was weird. It almost felt like he didn't know how to use his body.

     He hit the ground with a thud. He tried to remember his dream, but nothing came to mind. Judging from the way the bedsheets ensnared him, it must have been something akin to a nightmare. It was odd he didn't remember any of it. Well, all the better, probably.

     He tried to pull the sheets away from his face, but his fingers didn't seem to be working. He paused a minute as he noticed that despite his fingers begin incredibly stiff, the rest of his body felt fine. No aches, no sore muscles, nothing.

     Actually, his body did feel a little weird, but nothing to bad. Just the same sensation you get when you're in a dream and you know you are you, but you can't seem to control your body. It was hard to explain.

     He shook his head around and tried to bring his hand up again. This time it worked, but he still couldn't move his fingers. He decided to just push the sheets away from his body. Surprisingly, they slid right off of him, without any struggle. He would have thought they would be harder to move, but oh well.

     Eli sighed and tried to stand up, only to find his body wouldn't cooperate. He tried again, but once again, failed. He looked down at himself. He still looked fine, like nothing was broken or anything. His legs were okay, his arms were okay, and so where his hooves. His whole body was covered in white fur...

     Wait...

     What?!

     He did a double take. He was indeed covered in white fur, and had hooves. He squirmed around to see if he... yep. There it was, a tail. Red and yellow. He almost screamed, but managed to keep it in. He didn't want anyone to see him like this. He tried again to stand up, knowing a bit more about himself. He succeeded on his fifth try, but was shaky and didn't dare try to walk.

     He looked at himself again. What the hell was going on? What was he? Was he a...

     The thought hit him like a train going a thousand miles an hour, and he fell back down onto the ground. It made sense, of course. But... how? What had happened? He was a... a pony? From MLP? How? And who was he?

     He turned around to look at the mirror in his room, but was blocked by his bed. It now stood taller than him. Judging from the size of everything in room, he was about two feet tall. Then the realization hit him.

     Everything was so big! Even his PC, which had seemed so small before, was now almost big enough to be a bed for him. The doors seemed like they were made for giants. The pencils he had thrown out of anger were now the size of daggers to him. He gawked a bit before remembering his task.

     Slowly and carefully, he attempted to walk around his bed to his mirror. He took one step then fell flat on his face. He got up with a little more grace than last time and managed to take a few more steps. Then he fell down again. He growled in frustration, but it sounded kind of... high, compared to his normal voice.

     He shrugged it off as a part of his transformation and attempted again to walk. Each try he made it farther until he finally managed to make it to his destination. The whole time, it felt like he was missing something important. Then he sighed again.

     The mirror was, of course, two feet off of the ground. He couldn't see anything. Who the hell hangs a mirror two feet off the ground? He turned around. If he could get on his bed, then he would be able to see himself. But how would he be able to get up on the bed? It was at least three feet to the top. He looked around, still a bit shaky as he adjusted to walking on four legs instead of two. Maybe there was something he could use as a kind of stairs.

     To his delight, he found that he had left his chair pretty close to his bed. The chair came up to just below the top of his head, but it was the best he could find.

     He looked around at it, trying to find the best way to climb up. He sighed, seeing only one option. He readied himself then leaped up into the air, reaching to grab the chair. He grabbed it, but slipped down and hit the ground with a soft thump. A small string of curses left his mouth as he righted himself, but they sounded more like painful grunts.

     Then he spotted one of his books. Well, more like an encyclopedia of everything known to man. It was massive, and he wasn't even sure what was in it. But it would make climbing up onto the chair a hell of a lot easier. He pushed the book into potion, using his head. The whole time, he felt like the book was hitting something on his head, but he ignored it. Right now, he had to focus on getting a look in that mirror.

     He climbed onto the book, which was almost a foot high, then easily finished the climb into the chair. Now he had to only leap onto his bed. Simple, right?

     He felt butterflies in his stomach. What if he fell. It was only three feet, but now it seemed so high. Maybe there was another way.

     Something inside him made him push that thought away. With a deep breath, he took the leap. He flew through the air, flying gracefully through the sky... and hit the bed head first. He tumbled down and once again landed on the ground.

     “Gah!” He exclaimed. Once again, his voice, while rumbling, was higher than normal. He didn't pay any heed to it, and instead, repeated the climb to the chair and the jump, only to fail again, He tried again, and failed again. He was growing frustrated when he finally was able to get a good way onto the bed.

     He began to slip down, and on instinct he grabbed anything he could in his mouth. His descent stopped, and he slowly managed to pull himself up, until he stood on the bed. He let out a cheer for victory. Now he new something was wrong with his voice... it sounded... feminine...

     He hurried so he could see himself in the mirror. He stood, stone still, shocked at what he saw. There was no way it could be, yet it was. That face staring back at him... he knew it all to well... but he really wished he didn't...