Flight of the Flightless

***Flight of the Flightless

Chapter 1***

The sound of rumbling thunder wakes me from my dreams of endless creations, I just wanted to sleep, endless nights after getting home from work and playing on Destiny was taking it toll on me now and a sleep in on a day off work from McDs was what I really needed.

Instead alone in the house I get a wake up call from the broadcasted thunder storm that BBC News reported would happen around 7 to 9 in the morning around that bloody time.

Well my name is Wayne Osman eldest sibling in the family around 29 years and still stuck at home, not as bad is it is since my brother and sister all above 20 living at home too. It just with prices always going up and with a job that you don't get much out of it, you just have to make do in life, cartoons, games, fanfiction stories and such is my way of cooping I guess.

About to go to sleep when another strike of lightning right near the house explodes with thunder in a instant. I gasped loudly covering my ears sitting up instantly from the thunderous bang, all the car alarms going off around in the carpark and neighbouring housing estates for quite some distance.

“Sweet Celestia that was loud!” I spoke to myself and instantly I froze as everything in my body ran cold, the voice wasn't mine and something was off with where my hands was, more strange was the lack of feeling of fingers or toes, I even felt three new movement of limbs that I never felt before, my brain was racing.

Having the disability asperger's syndrome had it perks and misadventures, this was one of those in-between moments.

Taking a deep breath and lowering my arms well should be arms below my shoulder level I noticed a feeling without looking down or around with my eyes shout at this moment, the feeling of my t-shirt slipping over them a little and barely hanging onto my frame.

Three things I noticed instantly without opening my eyes, millions of tiny hears being brushed by the cotton from my t-shirt, the two new limbs I felt with the shift of the clothing down my body and finally the movement of my third new limb around my backside shifting inside my night shorts leg and against my leg million of hairs too, well that what it felt like with the feeling I was getting making me shiver with the new sense going through my brain.

I finally decided to open my eyes, the room was dark with the sound of rain beating against the window right next to my bed loud and clear, the view I was getting wasn't normal there was a orange object in my line of sight as well the purple above my line of sight.

I raised my arm up and pulling it free from my oversized t-shirt I came face to face with a hoof. “Ah ponyfeathers...” I muttered, that solves it, what I was seeing and feeling. I turn to my TV beside my bed and there in the reflection was Scootaloo inside my clothes. “Perfect...”

With that I lay back down staring at the ceiling taking hold of the now one quarter of my size soarin plushy that I got from BUCK over a year ago against my chest closing my eyes hoping it was just a dream.

The sound of the rain and thunder slowly drains away as all the things I felt just consumed me into the lands of dreams... Hoping this was just one of those dreams that felt real but wasn't.

“Wayne!” I open my eyes hearing the sound of my mum calling out, I looked across to the time on my land before time clock, it said 4:19. I looked at the TV and back at me holding onto the plushy was that same reflection.

My eyes shrunk as I heard footsteps. “Oh no! I can't let my mum see me like this! I got- Gah!” I got up trying to figure out what to do and got caught up in all the covers unable to use these four legs for mine I tumbled out of the bed.

Thud!

Followed by a...

Crack!

The door flew open with my mum rushing in and now staring at me lying semi upside down with my hind legs tangled in shorts, t-shirt and bed covers on top of my collection of MLP and other plushes. “Hehe... Erm... Hi mum?”

Being my mother she crossed her arms staring right down at me. “Care to explain?”

“Could I be dreaming still?” I gave a big sheepish smile to my mum.

She gave me that all important deadpan look with one word. “No!”

“Ponyfeathers...” I grumbled crossing my forelegs losing the smile.

A short time later after fighting to free myself and embarrassingly tripping over these four hooves as well having to figure out how to go to the loo in this blasted body. We finally sat in the living room with a cup of tea between my hooves sipping a little of it with my snout, just glad that I didn't lose my taste for tea.

“So let me get this straight, you've been turned into a filly.”

“Yes”

“The character of this filly is Scootaloo?”

“Yes...”

“And from six foot four your now about two feet four?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes mum. Please stop looking at me like that! I just woke up like this in the morning and thought I was just dreaming because I was up till four playing Destiny!” I replied back thinking back to the time between Destiny and waking up due to the thunder storm.

I felt a little embarrassed not wearing anything as well, so I decided that covering myself in the blanket mum made all those years ago that sat downstairs in the corner. It wrapped around me perfectly but I still just wished it was a dream or nightmare and by the time it over I be back to normal, but feeling the hot liquad running down your throat told me other wise.

Mum holding her cup placed it down. “Strange as it sound around the time you did go to sleep, I did feel something was off...”

I just drunk some more of the tea not saying a word. The voice of Scootaloo coming out of me was distracting enough. “This is just a bunch of ponyfeathers, why the hay did this have to happen to me!? I always working hard, stressing out and yeah I play too much games, so what!?”

“Wayne. I am talking to you...”

“Huh? What?”

I didn't even hear anything she said, I zoned out again. “Guess somethings still the same with you son, I was saying, how are we going to explain this to your brother and sister.”

I shrugged. “The truth I guess. Because I been turned into a blank flank filly Scootaloo doesn't mean we keep the truth from them mum.”

She glanced over to the black Alsation with her head resting over the basket edge. “Indeed, but I guess the dog wasn't taken out?”

I just stared at her. “What the hay mum!? Look at me! I am a flightless pegasus filly! I can't walk Shera looking like this! And I was asleep till you came home!” I protested then I realised when smiling at me, I fell for it again hook line and sinker. “MUM!” She burst out laughing as I squeed out her name making her laugh even harder.

I turn a deep shade of red in the cheeks trying not to laugh as well with my lips on my snout quivering then I burst out laughing as well finding it just as amusing.

That when my brother and sister came in. “Mum what so...” My sister Alanna stopped in mid-sentence turning directly at me with a clonk on the wooden surface my brother stood behind her with a open mouth.

Mum got up taking my cup out of my hooves and taking hers. “Sit down you two and we will work out why your older brother is now a orange Pegasus filly. I got a dog to walk, since someone decided to not only stay up till the early hours of the morning but get themselves turned into a filly.” With that she left to get the lead and the dog bolted up and out of the room.

I groaned placing my hoof on my head. “Mum...” I hissed under my breath leaving me in the direct line of fire for my brother Nigel and sister Alanna to throw the world of questions at me.

In the space of just 30 minutes I was thrown so many questions and even got their hands touching me on the head, back, forelegs and the wings. That reaction from that made they flutter and me very uncomfortable when my sister touch them as she sat next to me, I refusing to remove myself from the blankets.

“And your a girl right?” Nigel asked me.

I felt my face burn at that question. “YES! Why do you have to keep asking me that stupid question! For the name of Celestia once was enough!”

Alanna touch the tip of my wing and I felt a ping and turn around to her. “Wow that just came right out...”

I stared at the feather then back at her. “Okay... Sis that just plain creepy. What in the hay made you pull one of my feathers out? They part of me you know!” I was close to boiling point with them both.

“Can I keep it?”

I slap my hoof into my forehead hoofpalming myself. “Yes Alanna you can keep it, since ya know! You did pull it out of my wing and it isn't just going to fit back in!” I said sharply with sarcasm.

Nigel chuckled. “You look cute when you get anger bro.”

I just screamed out at me thrusting my front hooves into the air. “I am not cute!”

“Guess that solves it.” I saw him holding up his phone with a devilishly grin.

My eyes shrunk. “NIGEL!!!!” I screamed out and lunch myself out of the blanket flapping my wings rapidly aiming for him, the jump and rapid beating sent me flying right into him.

“Gah!” He gasped feeling the impact and I standing on his legs with my hind legs, with both my forelegs either side of his body with my snout against his head.

“Delete it! NOW!”

“Make me!”

I lost my anger in seconds and just collapsed against his chest. “I won't...” I whimpered feeling that it wasn't worth the fight. “I just want this nightmare to end...” I started to cry into his chest.

I didn't realise when I started to break down my mum returned with our dog and saw me crying into him. He took a look at mum, she nods and with that the video was removed from the phone. “Can you get him off me please... I don't do this type of thing...” He raise his arms away from me as I continued to cry.

Mum pulled me off him and I just hugged her tightly. “Your heavier then you look son.”

“I'm sorry... I just want everything to be back to normal!” I continued to cry completely breaking down.

She rubbing  my back of the head holding me in her other arm still. “Shh, it ok Wayne we here for you. Just let it all out ok?”

“O-okay...” After exploding all my anger out and the venting of it, I was just totally used up.

After that episode of just crying into my mum like that we sat in the living room in a more calmer setting then before even if my sister wasn't helping by wearing a orange feather behind her right ear. It just made shiver a little thinking that was my feather from my wings.

Mum started it off after about ten minutes of silence between us. “Let start with any references of this happening to anyone else.”

“Mum that just stupid, this couldn't happening before! It be all over the news! How long do you think we can keep this under wraps? Specially McDs.” I sighed when he said that. “You got to be kidding me. It has!?”

I turn to my sister who had her laptop out. “Look up two stories... Becoming 'Sweetie Belle' and 'An Apple Far From the Tree'. You will find two incomplete works both being one of Sweetie Belle and the other Apple Bloom of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, but each ended up appearing one by teleport and the other by unknown means, but two different worlds completely.” I explained. This type of voice talking about it was just weird and disturbing.

Alanna did as I suggested and the other two gathered around reading some of each story. “Well that be simple enough, you just won't leave the house Wayne.”

“Mum I don't want to just sit around all day long!” I crossed my forelegs with a pout.

“We could bring out the old PS ONE, game and the dance mat mum, he could use that to keep in shape.” Alanna suggested.

“If that was still around I think he would of just gave me that always cold hard look he had.” I said thinking about when I got the game shortly before his passing.

Mum chuckled. “Most likely, that father of yours always looked like he was in a bad mood but he cared for all of you very much. And such he still would even if your a filly now.” I lower my head with a sigh recalling the day I discovered him on the sofa after he died from a heart attack something a 15 year old turning 16 at the time shouldn't go through.

Nigel crossed his arms sitting back against the sofa. “Not the birthday I had in mind you know?”

“Yeah I know.” I rolled my eyes. “Let just rewind the day and stay up all night so I make sure I don't turn into a filly and ruin your birthday!”

“I didn't say you did!”

“But you was implying it!”

“You know what! Do whatever you like!” Nigel got and left the room.

“Mule...” I muttered under my breath.

“Wayne...” Mum warned me.

I turn to her. “What?”

“Even as a talking filly from some cartoon show, it won't stop me from clouting you or your brother across the head.” She warned and I knew she really would.

I giggled nervously. “Yeah ya would.”

“Then behave or I will treat you like a little kid.”

I grumbled under my breath.

“What was that?”

I lower my head and looked her in the eyes. “Nothing mum...”

“Good. Now to make dinner.” Mum disappeared off to the kitchen.

Alanna sat beside me putting a hand through my mane. “Your mane really weird, it almost like hair.”

I looked up seeing her hand partly from the view. “I don't know! I just had it for a few short hours!” I waved my hooves over my head forcing her to stop. “And stop it! It really weird and not cool ok!”

She stared at me with a frown but laughed. “You hehe sound hehe like haha Scootaloo!” She laughing harder.

I just fell flat on my stomach with hooves over my head. “Just let this day end and when I wake up I am human again! This is just not as anywhere as awesome people in stories to make it to be! It damn right humiliating!”

“Well at least you got us.” She pointed out and I glanced up at Alanna with a small smile knowing she was right. “So... Equestria Girls bro?”

I shrugged. “Sure why not, beats just sitting around doing nothing.”

“Well this is going to be one weird week off for ya bro.”

I looked up at her realising it was my week off from work. “Ah ponyfeathers...” Just great! My holiday is completely ruined! Please let me wake up in the morning and be one stupid dream!

For now we just sat and watched some of the movie in the living room while we waited for mum to make dinner.

Mum finished cooking dinner for us while she just microwaved the McDs food she brought home for herself, we sat around the table in the dinning room between the kitchen and living room. My brother and sister had gammon and chips while I had buttered bread and tomato soup. I took hold of the bread with both hooves trying to hold it, I dip it in and took a bite out of it.

“How the soup?"

“Heinz at it best mum.” I replied after swallowing and took another bite.

Alanna sighed. “Wayne, eat with your mouth closed! I don't want to see what your eating!”

I swallowed and glared at her. “Then you try eating with this mouth! Just trying to hold this bread with these hooves is annoying as heck! Why couldn't you be the one that turned into one!”

“Well I'm not and you will have to deal with it!”

“Oh yeah!? Well because I am a blank flank doesn't mean you have to pick on me!” I snapped back and they just stared at me with Nigel and mum frozen in mid chew. “What!?”

Mum just shook her head. “Nothing Wayne, just eat your dinner...”

The rest of it was uneventful for the most part, I had to drink the soup by holding the bowl with my hooves which was fun for them to watch a filly holding a bowl like that. I just ignored it since this was my first meal all day long.

After dinner came bath and that wasn't fun specially when you had your own mother helping you to clean your own body as well knowing far well the parts your use  to no longer that and replaced, it was the next embarrassing for on the list of day one.

Afterwards came bed time, I looked at my clothes with a deep sigh, now of it would fit a small body I had now. I held up my Rainbow Dash T-shirt saying zero to awesome in ten seconds flat, I just thought about it and what I am now.

“Wayne are you ok?” Mum entered the room with me looking at the t-shirt still. “Wayne...”

“Yeah mum...” I didn't look at her kept staring at it.

She knelt down to me. “We will find a way turn you back to normal. I promise you.”

“Mum as Cortana says, don't make a girl a promise you can't keep.” I looked over to my mum with some tears falling.

Mum took the t-shirt off me placing it back down on the pile of clothing. “You know me better then that Wayne.” She picked me up and place me into bed pulling the covers over me. “No matter what it takes Wayne, no matter what happens I will do all in my power to help you.”

“I know mum...” I held onto the Soarin plushy as I yawned. “Do you think by tomorrow I be human again?”

“I don't know Wayne... I really don't. But I do know this, your always my son no matter what you look like inside or out.” With a kiss on the forehead mum left the bedroom leaving the wall light on for me.

I hugged tightly to the plushy turning over to my side. “Thanks mum.” I whispered and drifted off to sleep hoping that all this be over and back to my normal boring life.