Colors Fiction

People go looking for adventures, more often outside their own comfort. They travel, searching for the unknown and even hope to discover something no one else had seen. They would scour the Earth’s already discovered sites, learn, and then find the undiscovered, if they are lucky. Others who don’t travel and brave enough to do so, imagine. Imagine what is undiscovered, what is not of common knowledge, and create their own adventures. Then, they share it. Soon, many have shared stories of bizarre adventures, funny stories, tales of the old, and legends of the mighty. I have read these stories and they continue to fascinate and astound me. Reading stories, whether unreal or not, have given me hope that maybe I could live and have an adventure on my own. I do not mean travelling the world, I mean being in a fantasy, seeing the impossible without losing my sanity. I desire for the opposite of reality.

After living for more than twenty years on Earth, I have not seen anything paranormal, outlandish, or anything that resembles the world that is described in fiction novels.

But right now, one can say I am living my dream, though I am not sure if it’s really a dream or a dire situation. I know I asked for, heck I begged for it. To be something out of the fairy tale story book is probably amazing or what not, but I guess I am more used to being a normal person. I miss being not normal, but at the same time excited because of the possibilities it holds; the possibility of seeing other talking creatures, and if this pony has wings, I can actually learn how. An exchange for losing my hand, I guess. I know how to move my wings, after all. It doesn’t make much sense how, but I can just ‘feel’ the appendages on my back and move them.

As of present, U.I. has shown me I can trust her. She cares for me. That sounds weird, wording that out. At least I am not alone in this situation. I don’t have to face it alone. I didn’t know having someone to trust is… Well, I can’t describe it. From novels, I always thought the protagonist will always get someone to trust, regardless who he or she is. I thought I am no protagonist, so I will be always alone. I think I can say I feel reassured that I have a companion in getting through… whatever this is.

But right now, it’s not just U.I. and me. There’s a stranger, right before us, and U.I. says she’s her mother. How can that be when she looks like my age?

The girl that U.I. claims to be her mother wears a one piece dress, white and all. Her hair reaches her waist, which is really amazing to look at. Her face resembles U.I.’s greatly, and not as a mother, but a sister, albeit U.I. has a bob cut hair do. On top of that, her ‘mom’ has an unmistakeably body of a college girl on her first year.

“Yui-chan?” She tilts her head, as if wondering if we heard her. I hid behind her leg. I know she can’t hide me, but the stairs behind closed itself, and there are no other hiding spots for me to run to.

“Okaa-san… koko kakurette nante, shoki desu ka!?” She screams at her relative. I have no idea she just said.

“Bikura shita? Tte yuu ka…” The girl looks at me, trying to see what the heck I am. This can’t be good. “Inu?”

“Ahahahaha! So desu! Inu katta desu!” Her fake laughter is only making this worse, and I can only assume she lied to her about what I am.

“What did she say?” I whisper to her.

“Not now,” she whispers back.

I look back at her mother. She is now in front of U.I. What do I do?

“Kawaii janai ka?” Great, she saw me. “Demo kawaiso. Nande konna ippai iro no?

They keep talking in Japanese while I try to open the stair behind me. How do you even open this thing? There are no door handles, or anything. It’s like the door disappeared. I keep moving my front hoof, trying to feel anything that is movable.

“Dash, what are you doing?” U.I. says as she sits down beside me.

“Busting out of here,” I whisper back.

Her mom then said something, and then U.I. replies back at her. I think I need to learn Japanese right now if I have stay in this any longer in this room with both of them. She then pets my head.

“Just play along,” she hushes.

The mother says something, and then U.I. replies in a tone filled with panic. She then opens the floor by lifting a panel, and then twists a lever inside. After a clinking sound, the floor drops, revealing the wooden staircase. I run first and reach the ground floor. I can at least pretend I’m shy.

Soon, the pair follows my steps as I go to back to the living room. I thought of hiding in the other rooms, but I have no way of reach those door knobs. I jump into the couch and tuck myself inside between the throw pillows. This just reminds me of hiding back in the car and those were shady memories. Probably because I bumped my head and passed out.

I can still heard them bickering in another language, with the word ‘kawaii’ being said to many times.

“Dash! Where are you~” She sounds like playing hide and seek with a kid. And the kid is me. Fantastic.

I feel a small tug on my tail. It is still a strange sensation, having a new body part being touched. Wait, that means my tail exposed.

“Come on, Dashie! Mom wants to meet you!”

I’m afraid I don’t feel the same, since she thinks I’m some animal. And what kind of a nickname is ‘Dashie’? Then, I feel her hands around my waist, or whatever they call a pony’s waist, and lift me out of the pillow haven.

“Aw, aren’t you adorable?” She says with a tone that makes me want to gag. Too bad I don’t have fingers to force myself to do so. I wonder if I can do it with hooves. U.I. places me on the floor, right before her mom. Or sister. Heck, she even looks younger.

“Rainbow Dash, des ne?” The mother sits with her knees on the floor and starts to pet me with her right hand. The way she said Rainbow Dash was weird, but that is the only words I can understand. I must say, she does it better than U.I. I close my eyes. It’s just so relaxing, I end up sitting down. She starts rubbing my neck too. I start to feel sleepy. That’s not good.

I shake her hand off and go back behind U.I.’s leg, then jump into the couch again. They start to talk again, this time her mom telling excitedly about something. Gee, I wonder what that could be. U.I.’s still smiling, but something is off about that, and it’s probably what her mother said.

After a bit of talk that lasted for a minute, her mom went to a room, leaving the two of us.

“When is she leaving?” I ask her as I poke my head out.

“She’s staying… For the night.”

“WHAT!?”

U.I. covers my mouth.

“Not too loud!” She whispers.

“Yui-chan? Doushita no?” Her mom calls out.

“Nande mo nai desu!” She laughs nervously. “Okay, here’s the plan; you keep playing as pet until morning, then I get you home. Gerald becomes happy.”

“That’s more of a checklist than a plan.” I scowl at her. “And I don’t want her to stay! She’s going to pet me all the time, and that makes me feel-”

“Delightful?”

I deadpan her answer. I turn my head to the right and look back at the door her mother went into.

“What is she doing?” I ask her as I turn back to U.I.

“Fixing her room. Look, I know you don’t being treated as a pet, but if you want your secret to be safe, you just have to get through this. Okay?”

“What if she expects me to, uh, you know, ‘neigh’?”

“Don’t worry, I told her you’re mute!” She exclaims as she clapped her hands together.

I give out a big sigh. Dealing with her mom could be easy, depending how things will go tonight.

“Do you think your mom will freak out if she heard me talk?”

“I don’t know. I mean, I reacted just fine, I don’t know how my mom would.”

I think of how I am going to act around her mom, or if she is her mom. It could be just a weird nickname of sorts, I mean that can happen, right? I don’t like acting like a little shy animal, it kind of feels degrading. Other than that, I have no idea what in all that is holy they are talking about.

I look back at the door in the corridor, and notice the door is left open. I thought she close the-

“Boo.”

“AAAHH-mmmmmhhhhh!!” My attempted scream is being covered by U.I.’s mouth. Nice catch.

Her mom is behind the couch, and stands up straight, laughing at my surprised face. She says something fast, and U.I. lets go of my muzzle.

“Sorry, Dashie.” Her mom said.

“It’s alright.” I reply, and sigh afterwards.

I pause myself. I think I just did something wrong.

“Ima wa… ” Her mom trails off her sentence, and I can guess she said ‘That was…’

U.I. starts to talk fast. I think even if I did speak Japanese, I would not even understand a word she said since she started firing away words. Her mom gestured her to stop. You know, with her hand open. I miss hands.

I’ll just hide in the couch, again…

Before I could even hide, their conversation became louder, and soon starts to sound like a fight. I don’t know why they would be fighting since I’m the one supposed to be the one they are talking about. Unknown words are hurled to each other, and I don’t know if it’s still about me. Her mom starts to point at me. That’s a bad sign.

“Uh, excuse me.” I say, trying to cut their soon to be round one of Street Fighter.

They keep on fighting, with words. I think they are fighting.

“Um, hello?” I say with a louder voice.

And I seem to blend in the background. It’s funny, since I am a rainbow-coloured horse. I had enough.

“STOP IT!!!” I scream with everything I have. It hurts my throat, but at least I got their attention. Now, both of them are staring at me and I can see they really do look alike.

“Thank you.” I can still feel my throat sting. “Now, let’s be civil and talk more calmly.”

I think we all didn’t move for a minute, as if cooling down from all the rage. It is only then that U.I. moves first and faces her mother. She started saying something to her, probably explaining what am I?

“Can’t your mom speak English?” I ask U.I.

“I most certainly can, little pony,” the mother says in a weird tone. At least U.I. sounds a lot more normal.

“First thing first, hi, I’m Rainbow Dash,” I wave at her as I say. “I’m a pony and I just want to pass the time here without anyone fighting and be peaceful.”

“Right. A talking pony. That’s not crazy.” Her mom holds her head with both of her hands.

“Okaa-san, Dashie’s a friend of a friend of mine. She’s just here because she’s lost. She’s not my pet and she’s not anyone’s either. So please, let her stay.”

Her mother looks at U.I. She looks a bit pale, learning that an animal can talk and be sentient.

“Fine,” she answers after she let out a big sigh. “But you’ll have to answer my questions, pony girl.”

Pony girl? I never really thought about it, being in another gender, which is probably why I am going to act like an idiot.

“I’m not a girl,” I say.

The girls looks at each other, sharing a confused look. Then, they laugh like they were watching the Three Stooges for the first time.

“Oh Dashie! What did Gerald-san tell you?” U.I. asks as she tries to hold back her laughter.

“I know I’m a guy!”

“This is just rich! Not only she’s rainbow coloured, but also a lesbian!” Her mom says, then followed by torrents of laughter. Her daughter did the same. I can only scowl at them.

So they keep laughing until their stomachs hurt and tears start to fall from their eyes. I, on the other hand, uh, hoof, just look at them, boringly.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Dash,” U.I. says as she wipes the tear from her left eye. “Did you grow up believing you’re a guy?”

“I’ve always been a guy!” I scream in a girly voice that doesn’t help my current situation. “And I am not a lesbian!”

“Stop! You’re just making my stomach hurt more.” Her mom sits on the couch, trying not to fall on the floor from too much laughter.

“Do you want me to prove it? Because I can!”

The two of them huddle together, whispering in another language. They face me together.

“Okay, prove it,” U.I. says in a serious voice with a serious face.

I stand before them and shoved my ass in front of them.

“THERE! Happy!?”

They hold back their giggles. “Are we supposed to see something?” Her mom asks.

“Of course you-”

I look at my crotch, and see nothing. What? My mind freezes upon the new discovery. Of course. I exchange body with a female horse, but why didn’t I bother to check? Maybe because I still feel normal down there.

I can only stare at my… thing. Technically, my va- Nope, I’m not going to say it. As the information registers on my mind, I scream. In a raspy, and really girly voice. Oh, and I pass out.

I wake up to the sounds of the shuffling papers right next to my head. I raise my head slowly and look around. I am back at the office, in front of my computer.

“What?”

“As I said, Chief wants a picture done. Just vector this image and make a poster of it.” U.I. then hands me a printout.

What’s going on? I thought I was a…

I was something. I don’t remember, but I know something happened to me. I am missing an event. It feels like… normal.

“U.I.?”

“Yes, Gerald-san?”

“Am I missing something?” I ask as I scratch my head.

“Not that I can think of any. Are you okay?” She looks concerned.

“I’m fine,” I answer. “I’m just a little… I don’t know.”

“Oh, you should sit down. It’s probably that again.” She helps me sit back to my office chair, though I really can do it by myself. That again? What is ‘that’?

“Look, I’m okay. I just feel-”

“I know. Does it hurt?”

My head does hurt.

“Yeah, a bit.”

“Wow. Mine always hurt a lot. You’re either tough or it just doesn’t hurt a lot.”

Why does she gets bad headaches? That’s not normal.

“Does it always hurt?” I ask her.

“Well, yeah, duh. But lucky for us, it only happens once in a while. Guys have it better, though.”

With a few thinking, I manage to link what I think we are talking about. My mind is rejecting it, but I try to take it in.

I look at her with all seriousness.

“U.I., I cannot get the ‘cramps’. I’m a dude.” I say in almost hushed tone.

“G, when are you going to accept this is normal for you?” She asks playfully. “You’re the prettiest girl I met, and you keep insisting you’re a man.”

That can’t be. I’m born a guy, raised by my boring, normal parents, played and hanged out with the boys, and even played basketball since it was cool.

“I mean, come on, G! You have even a better figure than me!”

I freeze at her sentence.

“What?”

“You look pale. Have you looked at the mirror lately?”

I stand up and dash off the cubicle, turning left the corridor and into the restroom. I enter the male, hoping I am really just hearing things from her, even though my subconscious has told me the possible true. Or maybe, the inevitable truth.

I immediately run the water from the tap and wash my face. Slowly, I raise my head.

I see a girl, returning my movements. My shocked face, my increased breathing is being imitated by the girl before me. No…

I lift my hand and wave, and the girl did the same. Well, shit. This is me. At least I look really pretty, not to mention, sexy. My boobs even look great-

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”

My eyes open hastily, and see a white ceiling above me. I am sweating and even breathing fast. I had a nightmare. It felt so real. I actually felt the weight of my bo- You know what, never mind about that dream. Why am I here again?

I look down at my body and see my cyan body still there. How come I didn’t remember this while dreaming? I sit on the edge of the bed, thinking what happened to lead me here sleeping. Ah, yes. I passed out learning I’m-

Nah, I don’t remember. But I do need to pee.

I jump off the bed and land on my hooves, making a clop sounds. These hooves are pretty thick, I could hurt someone with these.

After walking out of the unknown bedroom, I realize I have no idea how to get to the bathroom. Looks like I’ll have to guess. I start to walk to the right of the corridor, avoiding the living room on the left end. Where are the girls?

I reach the end of the hall and see and open door and see a toilet. Thank goodness, I couldn’t hold it any longer.

Another problem prevails; I can’t reach it. I try to stand on my hind legs, but my height doesn’t increase much. Guess I’ll have to do it sitting. I climb the toilet using my front hooves and push myself upward, then turn around to sit. I almost fell, but I manage to sit like a king. Ah yes. Let it rip…

And then I hear a loud splash. God, who turned on the water tap? Well, at least I’m almost done. I look down and see-

“SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT-”

U.I. storms in, probably hearing my link of swears.

“Dash!? Are you alright?” She asks her head pops in from the door frame, then comes inside and kneels beside me. “Dash, calm down, calm down.”

I did what I am told and start to breathe slower.

“Good. Now let me get you back to bed.”

I hold a hoof in front of her.

“No. I… I’m fine.” I shake my head as I say. “Don’t you have work today?”

“Don’t be silly, it’s Sunday. Come on, breakfast is ready.”

The word breakfast reminded me of the taste of bacon, which was ungodly unlike when I was human. I wonder if I can still eat eggs. They’re technically meat, so will those taste different as well? I hope not, as my diet composes of eggs for almost ten years.

“How are you feeling, Dash?” U.I. asked me as we walk the down the corridor.

“Better, I guess.” My hooves clops on the wooden floor. I’m getting worried that I might actually damage the floor. But I’m a pony, not a horse, I told myself. I don’t weigh much.

“I still kinda confused. Are you sure you’re okay? You’re pretty shaken up with all the girl thing,” she says as we step into the living room.

“Because I am. Or at least, I was.”

At the breakfast table, her mom cooked omelettes and some pancakes, and they smell heavenly. I gave up determining if she is her mother after tasting her dishes; if she can cook this well, she has to be a mother. The whole meal, no one talked. Maybe because we were tired, or groggy, but not me. I just didn’t know what to say. Sitting before them like its normal to have a horse on the dining table eating omelettes and pancakes, what am I supposed to say? Perhaps they felt the same, so they didn’t say anything too.

Shortly after breakfast, U.I.’s mom left, saying something in Japanese and I think I heard Dash within her sentences. At this rate, I might as well go to Japan and live there. It’s back to just the two of us; me and U.I. Or Yui. I think I need to call her properly now, since she’s being kind to me.

“Yui?” It feels weird to say her real name.

Yui looks like she is deep in thought.

“Yui?” I call her in a bit louder volume.

She snaps out of her thoughts.

“Oh sorry, Dash. I’m not used to that name when it’s from you,” she says as she scratches her neck. Don’t you think I’m not used to the name Dash? Oh, right. You don’t. I decided to cut to the chase.

“So… What now?”

“We go to your place!”

I almost forgot about that! Right, I have to prove to her I am Gerald, and here is my chance.

“Alright, what are waiting for?”