I finished up in the bathroom, turning to the mirror before leaving. I looked like an absolute mess, no makeup, hair a mess, stallion saliva on my ear from the sleeping nerd. Normally I would have exploded at him, sucking and nibbling on my ear while I slept, but the dork was knocked out cold while doing it, asleep and suckling out of comfort instead of sexuality. I patted down my head, sorting out my hair and pulling it down and running my thumb over my bright orange highlight. "Oh ballsacs...."

The bright orange streak in my hair was slowly fading, my black hair taking over. "Hmm...maybe orange or...something nice." I didn't generally like having black hair with such pale skin, it just felt bland when compared to the bright colors the ponies had.

I did what I could, changing into my last pair of panties and pulling off my bra. "...Damn you mom! Damn you- dad...." I felt a bit bad about calling out my dad to the unlistening gods, it wasn't his fault I had no idea how to do laundry. I didn't mind too much, but I couldn't go outside, I couldn't really call my business partners, I was stuck in a house with a dork of a stallion and a pair of panties.

"Cork, enjoy the show...you're gonna earn it." I mumbled, stepping out of the bathroom and hurrying towards the den. Cork was still passed out in the entry, and he was going to stay like that until I could sort out my bags and find everything I needed. I would need makeup, the clothes I kept in case I needed to be a pony or had a good date. It struck me as odd, the ease of turning from human to pony, pony to human, griffon to pony and pony to diamond dog. It seemed like if you wanted to be something else, you could be something else at will.

It was just a matter of one-hundred bits and a trip to a qualified unicorn and you could be whatever you wanted to be, from a pure pony to a hybrid dragon griffon, all depending on your fancy. I even turned into a stallion a few times just to try out some clothes, make sure they would fit and turned back the same day, just to eventually dress up a sexual partner and trot them around before getting into it.

I hurried towards the living room, where I was preparing to send Cork into a world of femininity. But as I crossed the hall, my breasts barely bouncing and causing me to feel a little self-conscious, the phone rang. I had no idea what to do, no one had my number besides Blue, and I wasn't expecting anything from him for a day or two. "Oh god...please don't be a death threat."

I walked up to the phone, slowly pulling the receiver up and to my ear. "...Hello?"

A sharp voice snapped across the line. "Cornelia? Who is this?"

I wrapped the cored around my finger. "Uh, I'm not...who is Cornelia?"

There was a high pitched whine from the other end of the phone. "Thorn stop it! Leaf, give that back to him!" The phone went scratchy as the sound of hooves filled the background. "Hello?"

"I'm still here." I let the cord go, moving my hand to the table where the body of the phone sat. "Who is this?"

"Roseluck, who's this?"

I scratched my head, looking at my nails in the time between our chatting. "Emmy, Em, Marylin. How did you get this number?"

"Look, I got a call last night, my brother--"

"Ooooh," I smiled wide, "You're here for Cork."

The phone went silent, the background static almost like crickets. "Cork? Is he still calling himself that?"

I stifled a laugh, "Is that not his name?"

Roseluck chuckled loudly. "His name's Cornelia, he always told everyone to call him Cork."

I laughed softly, covering my mouth to keep from being loud. "Oh god...that's amazing."

"I know right? But, who are you again?"

I bit my knuckle, debating on what to say. "Uh...we're.... We're kinda dating, starting to date, but I let him stay here when he got kicked out."

A babbling voice took over the phone, "Momma- home--"

"We're gonna go visit Uncle Cork, okay?" Roseluck mumbled, "Oh, uh...so, you're dating, he's staying there.... Uh, do you have room for three?"

I scratched my head. "Uh, three?"

The phone went gravely. "I'm gonna come over to sort out our parents, but I can't leave the kids in Ponyville alone."

I coughed roughly, my throat growing dry. "Kids? I can't really--"

"My husband is out of town, my friends are busy, and this is just a little bit of a problem. So...we could get a hotel, Grimm could help us."

I twirled the cord with my finger. "Uh, who's Grimm?"

"Grimm, the griffon. he runs a hotel, hostel, thingy."

I drew a rough breath through my teeth. "I'm sorry, did you say griffon?"

"Yes, I mean, that's why I was calling. I didn't know if he was going to end up staying at Grimm's. It's nice of you to--"

"So he had somewhere else he could go?" I asked, grinding my teeth when I was done speaking.

"Grimm? Oh yeah, if you get in trouble he's always got rooms. And he's been around so long nopony even cares what he is anymore!"

I smiled wide, my teeth groaning as I bit down. "...Good to know...thank you." I switched hand, my fist starting to hurt as I pressed it into the table. "I don't really have beds, but there are plenty of rooms, and I've got the money to move in. I just--"

"You're not a pony, are you?"

I shook my head, "Nope, I have hands."

"Ah, that makes sense. Trottingham is like that, I hope it wasn't too bad for you."

I looked to the window, spotting my Zulu flag on the wall. "It's been...interesting. There's a lot of spit on my porch."

Roseluck chuckled. "I'll see if I can't help out. Wait, so you don't have any beds?"

"I have money," I flicked a finger out, "a home," another finger, "work and friends," two more fingers, "but I can't go to the store."

"Trottingham...you'll never change." Roseluck snickered softly. "I'm sure I could help out...just, can't really- are you good with kids?"

I smiled wide. "I'm the creative director of Twilight Time, have you--"

Roseluck gasped loudly. "Oh wow, that's great! My kids love that show!"

I pulled off an equally perky gasp. "Oh my god, that's awesome! I- do you--"

"I let them watch it all the time! Can I ask, when's season two!?"

I pushed the phone away, giggling to myself. "Okay, when can you get here? Because we're gonna- I- this is gonna be so fun!"

"I'll probably get there in an hour or two. Should I bring lunch? We could--"

She was cut off by a loud, thung, "Jesus-fuck!" I shouted, flinching away from the window. "What the hell!?" I set the phone down, hurrying over to the window and spotting a few ponies throwing eggs at me, not at the window, or the house, but at me. I felt my gut burn at the extremely aggressive display. "Oh fuck no." I ran back to the phone. "Roseluck? I'm gonna have to call you back!"

"Oh...okay, is it--"

"It's the manor with the sales post outside, just be careful, ponies outside, angry, need to go!" I slammed the phone down, running towards the entry. "Sons of bitches...swear to god!" I thought back to the shotgun, wondering how far the pellets would go into the sky. Or a baseball bat to the done, or I could slam a high heel into their head.

I stopped before reaching the entry, my feet slapping against the floor. I looked down, finding my tits bare and bouncing softly. "...Oh...right." I looked up, spotting a few piles of dirty clothes. "Uh...revenge...or decency...revenge...decency...." I held my hands up, teetering them left and right. "...Damn it...."

Author's Note

ROSE CHILDREN DOTH COMETH!