What the frick?!

by Cool writer

Rating: teen
Tags: Slice of Life, Alternate Universe, Human, Lyra, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Other
Length: 24993

How A junior's life changed in just three mintes when she becomes a pony in the middle of class with all of them watching her transform from being human to a yellow pegasus

When one girl turns into a pegasus at school, how will things turn out when everybody knows? Will she be able to cope? Will others think differently of her? As Emma struggles with this sudden change, she does have a friend who will stick besides her at all times, and all of a sudden, some guy instantly is attracted to her. Will her life take a turn for the worse? Or can this be the start of something grand? Probably the former.
Defiantly the former.

Ok, so if you're new to this story, then this was created, and the first 8 chapters were written by Vinyl Skull king... or is it "Vinyl DJ" now... I don't know. He changes it too much. But anyway, he gave it to me, and now I'm carrying on the quest.

Editor needed

Published 2014-11-29 17:40:03 UTC
Last updated 2019-03-07 19:13:02 UTC

Human again!!

Still being childishly held by my mother, I wander my sad thoughts of all the bad, horrible things that could happen from this. At least I have Lyra, and Mom to count on to not think differently of me, and the freak I've become. My life has been hard at some points, but nothing like this. Why did this have to happen? Why me? Well I think anybody would wonder "Why them." I'm still sitting with my legs tucked close to me, and I go back to resting my head on my knees. Well at least I can say I'm "Half human." But still. Mom continues hugging me close to her, even though I'm 16 and a half.

"Emma?"

"What?"

I think I'll just keep you home today." She says, rubbing my mane. Wait. How do I all of a sudden know what it's called now? ugh this whole pony thing is messing with my mind. I set that aside for now, as I turn my head to look at mom.

"Y-you would do that for me?" I ask quietly.

"Yeah, it was wrong of me to just throw you back into school like this, and seeing as how you're not coping to well."

"Thanks." I say hugging her once more.

"Now come on, I won't have you sitting here sulking all day, okay?"

" *sniff* Okay mom." I say, as she gets up, and holds out a hand. I take it, and she helps hoist me up, but not off the floor obviously. She hugs me again for a third time. Yes I hug back. Wow. Lots of hugging. When she lets go, she smiles at me, then returns to the first floor of the house. I simply just stand there for a few more seconds, replaying what just happened, over again in my mind. I let out another deep sigh, as I head back to my room, tired as all heck. I lay down in my bed, and actually cover myself this time. I lay facing the wall, the way I had woken up. I hope she doesn't forget to call me in sick today.

It isn't long before mom comes back up to check on me. I was hoping to sleep till I hear the thump, thump, thump  of footsteps ascending the stairs. I'm not sure weather to be upset by this or happy. She's been very calm about this, and very concerned. But on the other side of it, I WAS trying to sleep, but oh well. I listen to each footstep, as they approach my room. I don't change my position at all or anything. I don't know what she is planning, but it better not be to get me out of bed. She comes in, and sits in the same spot as before, being careful as to not sit on any part of me.

"Yes?" I ask.

"I just wanted to tell you I made pancakes in case you're hungry okay?" She says softly.

"Okay." I say yawning. "A few pancakes couldn't hurt."

"That's the spirit!" The replies, patting me on the back as I sit up.

"Mom. It's just pancakes." I say chuckling a bit. She just shakes her head in response.

"But they were made by me" She says, when she finishes shaking her head, and I just roll my eyes.

"So, you don't seem to be very phased by this at all. You know. Like normally, wouldn't you be freaking out?

"Well no since YOU are the one who had to experience it, plus the fact that you are my daughter, and I see you no different than before, and also I pretty much had a mental breakdown yesterday from it so you know!" She says mocking me at the end.

"Good point."

"Well those pancakes aren't gonna eat themselves, so why don't we go fill our bellies?" She asks, standing up.

"Sounds like a plan." I reply smiling.

We walk together downstairs to the dinning room, and the smell of freshly cooked pancakes, with butter on top, and covered in pure maple syrup, fills my nostrils. I close my eyes, and take in a big wif, and once again, my ears go flat. why do they do that? I don't know. But at the same time, my tail flicks once. Okay I'm beginning to get creeped out a lot by this. Anyway, there is a plate in the center of the table, with at least eight pancakes on it. They are about as big as a foot from one side to the other. I thought this was a simple breakfast. Not a feast. There are also two plates in front on two chairs opposite each other, and I take a seat in one of them.

Well So far it's just pancakes, and a bottle of syrup, but no pancakes smothered in it yet or anything. Mom takes a seat in the other chair on the other side of the table. Still feeling a bit sleepy, I rub my eyes, which takes longer than usual, since they are several times bigger than normal. Then out comes another big yawns, as I stretch out my arms, to wake up my muscles. I still can't believe I just broke down like that in the hallway, but there was a very legitimate reason for it so...yeah. But anywho, back to reality, which isn't really much of a reality to me anymore, now being stuck in the body of a pony human hybrid.

"How many?" mom asks.

"Just two for now, please." I say politely.

"Okay then." She says, Grabbing two, and placing them on my plate, then hands me the syrup.

"Thanks" I say,taking the bottle of syrup, and drizzling a spiral over my tower of two pancakes. I close the cap, and place the bottle back where it was, and mom takes it from there.

I grab my fork, and cut a piece out of it, and I pop it into my mouth. The edge of the pancakes are crisp, just the way I like them, as to where the rest of it is moist, and flavor filled. The taste of the pancakes themselves is just amazing, and the texture is perfect. They are a golden brown color, and aren't burnt in one way or another. They are just absolutely perfect in everyway, and every savory bite is like a party in my mouth. The funny thing is that I'm picky when it comes to pancakes, but when made like this, you wont get a single complaint. Some butter would have been good, but I wouldn't want to ruin it, just in case.

"So how is it?"

"Just horrible!" I say sarcastically. "I hope you didn't poison mine!!" I say laughing a bit.

"Yeah, yeah sure." She says rolling her eyes. "I guess ponies have really bad taste buds then huh?" She asks. I find this very hilarious, yet offensive at the same time. I try to glare at her, but only for a short moment before I beak out laughing! I guess I needed it anyway.

"Yeah shut up mom." I reply.

"Never!" She says with her mouth full of food.

"EEWW mom! I don't wanna see your art work!" I pout, shielding my eyes from her.

Well after a few more minutes we finish our pancakes, which were very good indeed. I don't know how, but she always seems to cook them to perfection every time. I came to like them so much that if they don't come out like that, my picky side rears it's ugly head out of it's deep dark secret corner, hidden deep within my body. After I finish, I take our plates to the sink and wash them, then head back up to my room, to try and finally get back to sleep. That's if mother let's me sleep. lol. Once again, I am curled up under my blankets, all snuggled in.

I grab my phone from under my pillow, and slide the lock open. I go to youtube, and what I see on the feed, messes with my mind so bad. This can't be true! There's a video about a rumor of a junior who turns into a pegasus that looks like it was pulled from T.V. I open up the video, and put in my ear buds, which were already plugged into the phone. At the beginning there is some sort of silly introduction to the video I could care less about. Then it goes to a reporter woman, and three dudes and a chick all from my science class!! Well fuck me in the ass and call me a bitch!!

"It's just like oh my god. There are no words for it." The chicks says

"This girl named Emma, just...changed. She turned into this yellow pony looking thing. It was creepy as hell too, to see it go down right in front of me." One of the three guys says.

"So what you are telling me is that, a student from your school, just randomly turned into a pony of some sort?"

"Uh that's what I just said!"

"I don't suppose you have any proof of this?" The reporter asks.

"Well we all have the same class with her, and we each took  a video of it...well, as much as we could." One of the other guys says.

"Could you please show me this footage?" the lady asks.

"Yeah sure." The second guy says pulling out his phone. Those bitches took a bucking VIDEO OF ME?!?! omg it happened again. I said buck. But any way I am done here! I exit the video, and put on some music. It's the only thing I know of the show "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic" It's a song called: Spin that record Vinyl Scratch. I put the volume on full blast, cause I just love this song except for the part where this really high pitched voice comes and and says: "Weee!! LEt's go!!" I think they could have left that out. I have listened to other songs by this Mandopony person who makes the videos, like Scratch that. The other videos are okay I guess but this is the only other one I really like. Some people say I'm dumb for listening to these, so I just tell them I am not a fan of the show itself, i just happen to like these two individual songs.

The second song I like due to the fact that, I can use one earbud, so I can listen to whats going on around me because it goes in one ear, and sounds like it's coming in the other ear as well, plus the beat is just awesome like the first one. I think The first one is better though, by a long shot. Anyway, After I listen to these two songs a few times each I decide to get some sleep, that I really need to catch up on. I take out my ear bud, and I turn off my phone, and place it back under my pillow. Then I lay myself down, and drift off into sleep before you can say "Vinyl Scratch, don't stop the music."  Yeah bad pun there.

When I wake up, I find I'm laying the way I was before, but once again, something feels different. I look at my hands, which re no longer yellow!! Right away, I get up, and run to the bathroom, and look at my reflection. I was hoping, that I wouldn't see that yellow fur face pony, and to my luck, I didn't!! I myself in the mirror, I see Emma Wilson!! I'm human again!! I look at the rest of my body. Just bare skin, no fur, no tail, thank goodness!! Suddenly I'm the happiest person in the world. I run downstairs to show, and tell mom the good news. But I can't find her, even though I search the whole house. Then I see a not on the fridge:

"Dear Emma,

I have gone out shopping. I will be back home soon. Please be safe, and don't answer the door for anybody. If I'm not home by 10, then call me. Other than that, have fun!"

Oh just great, now that I have something really great to tell her, she just up and leaves. how nice. Leave your daughter home alone when she is clearly very depressed. Well no matter. I'm really happy right now though. Just glad I'm no longer a pony or a hybrid. Well, I'm not sure if I should go to school or not still. I don't think ma would want me to. I simply shrug it off, and I walk into the living room, as the front door opens, and as if on que, mom enters with bags filled with groceries in her hands. When she sees me, the bags get a nice hello from the floor, and mom rushes over to me.

"Emma! You're human again!" she exclaims

"I know right?!" I squee, jumping a bit

"This is so great!

"I know I was gonna tell you as soon as I got up, but you weren't here! But you're home now!"

"Well somebody seems happy."

"No kidding! I'm me again!!" I shout, as I go in to hug mother.

"Well it's good to have you back." She says returning my hug. We hug for what seems like an eternity, before we part.

"How about I help you with those?" I ask, grabbing some of the bags before she has a chance to answer, and I haul them off to the counter in the kitchen. I pull everything out of the bags, as mom sets the other bags down next to mine, and does the same. We then fold up the bags, and I take them, and put them in the closet. Then we get to putting everything away. It takes us about twenty minutes to do, and we share several glancing smiles as we do. I, in my sixteen and one half years, never thought I'd ever be this happy. Well, what had caused it, and made me very unhappy, but that's over now. I just hope I don't change back into that thing.

After we finish, we sit on the couch, just sitting. Then there's a knock on the door.

"I'll get it." Mom says, getting up from her seat, and walking around to the door, and opening it. And there stand a man, with a tux, and brown, wavy, combed hair, and an expression that says "I'm home!" It's dad.

"Jerold!" Mom squees, hugging him. "We weren't expecting you for another three weeks!"

"I know, but the boss cut me loose, since I did a lot of extra work, and by a lot, I mean a LOT!" He says, in his usual dee voice, smiling.

"We missed you." mom says letting go.

"I missed you too pumpkin cake." He says sweetly, kissing mom on the forehead. "So, what have you guys been up to?"

"Oh way more than you know." Me and mom say at the same time, with the same tone in out voice.

"Is that so? I suppose you want to tell me then uh?" When dad asks this, mom, immediately looks towards me, with a shocked look on her face. I mouth the single word "No" To mom, and she nods.

"Just a good month of mother daughter time is all." Mom says smiling nervously.

"Sounds nice." Dad replies.

"Yeah. VERY nice." I say to myself.

If mom and I tell him, he's gonna think we're totally off the hook, cray cray!! So as far as mom and I know, we WON'T be saying anything about it to dad. Mom steps away, from dad, and comes back to the couch, and dad follows, and sits next to her. They hold onto each other kissing, while I just sit there in my spot awkwardly. It doesn't bug me that they kiss, it's just that, I'm siting here by myself now pretty much, even though they are right there, but lost in a world of kissing. It makes me smile, that they are so happy to see each other, after a month of being apart.

They kiss for another few seconds longer, before they stop, and dad turns to face me. He smiles that smiles that he has smiled for the past six years. I used to think it was stupid, but eventually I grew on it, and came to think of it as a nice "Hello." He gets up from the couch, and comes over to me, and sits. He wraps an arm around my back, and pulls me int a hug, that I instantly return. I haven't seen this guy in forever, and it's just been too long without him. I'm glad to say we have a happy family that can get along.

"So what have you been up to Emma?" He asks, letting me go when I see it.

A green lightning bolt shape of hair, drop down in front of my view.

Pain, and no gain.

Right when I see it, I immediately cup my hands over it. Why is it happening again? Why now? Why did it even happen in the first place?! I haven't even been human for an hour, and now it's happening again!! I haven't seen my dad in forever, and I had turned back into my human self just in time to see my dad, only to begin turning back right when I'm about to have a conversation with the guy! At the same time that I cover my new piece of hair, I get up from the couch, and I hurry back up the stairs before he gets the chance to see it, because I don't want him to see me like this. What will he think of me when he sees me like this? He'd completely freak!!

I hurry into my room, and I shut the door. I feel my hair changing again. It hate the fact that there is a mirror on the back of m door, because now I can see myself changing. I watch my ears move to the top of my head, and my eyes become cyan blue again. My muzzle begins to poke it's way out now, and those lightning streaks appear. I plop down onto my bed, sitting up, and I bury my face in my hands. I feel the bright yellow fur growing once more, as it travels down my body. I feel it crawl up my arms, then to my hands, but they don't change into hooves this time.

My boobs don't shrink into my chest either. Then I feel my fur inching it's way down my leg, and those too, stay human legs. Then finally comes the tail. I feel it slither it's way along the bed, and it moves by itself, to the side of my right meg, and elongates till it gets just past my knee. I don't watch any of these changes, I feel them as they happen, because just feeling it is bad enough. I hear footsteps coming up the stairs, when I remember I didn't lock the door, but now it's too late. I crawl under my blankets, and I shove my face in my pillow. The sounds of feet hitting carpet comes closer and closer, until they stop at my door. Then a knock.

"Emma?" I hear a voice ask from the other side of the door, and I can just barely make out it's mom's voice. "Are you okay in there?"

I don't answer.

"Emma please answer me." I wish I could, but I can't. I cover my head with the blanket too, so only my face is showing. I turn to face the wall so I can breathe. Then I hear dad coming up. He approaches the door, and bangs on it a couple times.

"Emma open this door right now!" I hear his loud, deep voice roar out.

"Hey don't be hard on her right now, because that'a the last thing she needs." I hear mom say to dad

"Well, you just told her three times to open the door, so why should I go easy?" I fold my ears down, and I cup my hands over them, as an attempt to drown out the sound of them arguing.

"She's been through a lot of really emotional stuff since yesterday, and it's been really hard on her, and you barking at her isn't gonna help the problem."

"She is a child darling, she shouldn't be emotional, and she needs to learn, she should have long ago, now open this damn door Emma! Now!" He bangs a couple more times, and tears begin to well up in my eyes. "That's it I'm coming in!" He shouts, as the door knob turns, but then it stops.

"No! She will come out when she feels like it!" I hear mom yell to dad. So i can assume she pulled him away from the door.

Fuck it. He's gonna find out anyway. I get up, and, I regain my composure, then I walk over to the door. I put my hand on it, and sigh, as mom and dad continue to harp at each other. I take a deep, breath, and I open the door, completely revealing my self to mom and dad. Instantly, they stop harping, and they turn to look at me. Mom gasps and hugs me tight. I would hug back, but I can't even concentrate on looking forward. My arms just hang at my sides, as I look down at the ground. Dad hasn't said or done anything yet, so I bet he's pretty shocked to see his daughter like this. A few seconds later, mom lets go.

"This is what I was talking about." Mom says to dad, finally breaking the silence.

"Is...is that you?...Emma?" Dad stutters. I close my eyes, and nod slowly. "I-I-I'm...I'm sorry Emma. I didn't know." He says walking up to me. I feel the tears welling up again, and eventually one falls down my right cheek.

"It's...it's fine." I whisper softly, as I turn back, and I sit on my bed. Dad comes in, and sits by me. I sigh as I look down at the floor.

"I'm sorry Emma." He says again.

"I said it's fine." Then he throws his arms around me, and pulls me into a hug.

"I should have listened to your mother." He says sniffling.

"You would have found out no matter what so it doesn't...really...matter." I reply softly, as I hug him back.

"What are you anyway?" He asks, pulling away. He had to ask. Isn't hard enough that I am what I am?

"I don't exactly...know yet." I look down as my tail flicks once.

"So I see your mother kept you home then?" I sigh as I close my eyes and nod once. He puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Well, we'll be here for you if you ever need to talk about it okay?" He says patting my shoulder twice. I look at him, and he gives me a reassuring smile. It's nice to know my parents still care about me. It would have sucked to have dad come home, to find his daughter is some sort of a pony/human cross, and for him to disown me, or throw me out or something. But I know my old man is a good guy and would never do that to me.

"Yeah, thanks dad." I see mom, who is standing in the doorway, smiling. I smile back at her slightly, but for a short time.

"I think we should give her, her privacy, hun." Mom says looking at me with a worried face, and moving out of the way of the door.

"It's fine mom. I'm fine."

"No, you're mother is right. You look like you need your space." Dad says getting up, and walking over to the door, then mom walks over to me, and sits on the bed here dad just was. I feel the bed sink in from her weight being applied down onto it. She runs a hand through my hair, and sighs. I take a single glance at her, then I look back down, and close my eyes. I wonder what's going through her head tight now, and I bet she's wondering the same for me. The only thing going through my head is the fact that I'm constantly going to be changing all the time non-stop. How am I going to go to school now? But the biggest thing that is bugging me is that those kids who took that video got it onto youtube, and soon, everyone is going to know about me.

I look back at mom again, and she looks like she's ready to cry, but why would she cry? I'm the one who should be crying, but that's not going to help my situation at all, but make me look like a cry baby. he's probably worried for me as well. Just to think that she's this stressed, just wait till she sees that video. I can just imagine her getting so pissed and depressed at the same time, so I think I'll keep it a secret from her so shes doesn't have to worry more than she should. Mom sighs again, then hugs me tight. I go to hug her back, but I hesitate due to the fact that I have no idea what caused her to do this. I wrap my arms around her, and thank goodness she doesn't cry. After a few seconds I let go of our hug, and she sniffles as she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

"I...I'm sorry Emma." Mom stutters apologetically.

"It's fine mom. Dad just got back so let's try to be happy, okay?"

"Good point." She smiles a bit, and I help her up, off the bed.

"Thank you dear."

"Don't mention it." I walk with mom out of the room, as dad heads down the stairs.

"Why do you seem happy now Emma?" Mom asks, tilting her head in confusion.

"Well, just throwing myself in my room, and sulking all day ins't going to make me feel any better, so I guess I'm just going to have to get used to this." I shrug, and my wings rustle as I do. I don't know how, but I'm always forgetting I have wings. Everybody on earth has wished to have wings, and never got any, but I have wings, but I always forget the damn things. Maybe I could ask mom to get me a book from the library on how wings work, and how they are used to help a winged animal fly.

"Yeah I guess you're right about that." Mom says  chuckling as we reach the stairs, when there is a knock on the door.

"I'll get it!" Dad shouts, as he gets up from the couch, and goes to answer the door. As he opens it, Me and mom get to the bottom, and I see Lyra on the other side of the screen door.

"Hi, are you Emma's dad?" She asks kindly, with a bright smile on her face.

"Yeah. Who are you?"

"I'm Lyra. I'm a friend of Emma's, and I take it you know about her current...problem?"  I listen to dad, and Lyra talk, as I lead mom to the couch to sit, then I head back over to the door, and I stand next to dad.

"H-hey Lyra." I say nervously, as I wave once."

"Emma?" She looks at me with much confusion on her face.

"Here, why don't you come in?" Dad says, unlocking the screen door, and opening it for Lyra to enter, and he closes both  doors behind her.

"Thank you." Lyra, takes her blue hoodie off, and hangs it on the coat rack, then turns to me. "Emma...you changed again..."

"Three times actually." I roll my eyes at me own silly comment.

` "What do you mean by three more times?" She tilts her head to one side.

"Wh-why don't we sit down first." I say walking over to one of the two couches and I sit on the right side, dad sits next to mom, then Lyra sits on the other side of the couch I'm on.

"Are you sure you even want to talk about it? Plus I kinda have some bad news." She looks down for a second, then back up to me.

"Like what?"

"Well...these three kids in our class kind of..." She looks away ash she trails off with out finishing.

"Yeah, I saw it too." I reply sighing.

"Saw what?" Both mom and dad say at the same time.

"Well... you see-" Is as far as I can get before Lyra cuts me off.

"Three kids from our class took a video of Emma turning into a pony." She says quickly, then covers her mouth. with her hands.

"What?!" Dad gets up from the couch. Lyra takes her phone out, and she taps, and slides her fingers across the screen, then hands the phone to dad, as he walks over to her, and om follows. Now we're all huddled up watching the tape of me turning into a pony. She skips the part of the kids, and reporter talking, to the part where I change. From what it seems to be, is that this was meant to be a silly harmless video, then it starts.

"What the fuck?" the kid holding the phone says quietly, as my hair began to rise. By the way, this shot was taken from the back of the class, as to where I'm in the front. Then from there, eventually everyone else in class sees it, as I grow pony ears, a pony muzzle, pony appendages, a pony tail, and yellow fur. MY mom gasps, as she watches it. But we didn't watch the whole thing because mom got grossed out as soon as my head was done, while I was completely embarrassed.

"Didn't you say she turned into a pony?" Dad asks, turning his head to see Lyra, and handing her back her phone.

"Yeah, she did."

"Well she isn't a pony, she some sort of pony human cross." He says, gesturing his hand at me.

"Dad. I was a pony, but then I turned unto this, then I became human, again, and now I'm this again okay?"

"Oh, okay." He, and mom go back to sit on the couch.

"What did you say you name was?" Mom asks Lyra.

"Lyra. Lyra heart." She responds smiling. Then she giggles a bit.

"What's so funny?"

"Well, you see, I was researching things that could have caused this to Emma, and I came across this my little pony character, and guess what her name was." She giggles again. dad, makes one of those "What dafuq?" expressions.

"What?" He then asks.

"Lyra Heartstrings. Same thing as my name but The only difference is the word strings. I think that's where my parents got my name from, and I think that's why they wouldn't tell me." She shrugs.

Then, there's a knock at the door. There were three loud bang, the made the house shake a little. Dad sighs, as he gets up to answer it. Light pours into the house as he opens the door, It's only dark in here since we have a really thick curtain, covering the big winder, and the blinds were down over the smaller on on the other wall, and no lights in the house were on either. Dad tries to say hello, but then two men in riot suits burst into the house, carrying MP5 submachine guns, and bullet proof vests on. Dad falls down to the floor, and his head bangs down on the first step, and he gets knocked out cold.

Lyra stands up form her spot on the couch in fright, and mom runs over to dad who lay unconscious on the floor. The riot men point their guns at Lyra, and she throws her hands into the air. One of them turns his head to the other, and gestures to me. The other one nods, and walks over to me, grabbing me by the arm, and pulls me up almost yanking my arm off. He puts his MP5 on his back, then he turns me around and puts cuffs on me, while the other one still holds Lyra at gun point, as she whimpers in fear. Mom continues trying to wake up dad, and I let the riot men lead me out of the house.

Nothing was said except for mom screaming, and pleading for dad to wake up. The two men take me to a black Chevrolet SUV parked on the curb of the road. The same man who put me in cuffs has a strong grip on my shoulder, as he walks me out. I turn my head back to see Lyra running out of the house, then she pulls me away, and pounds her fists against his chest, screaming at him to let me go. Out of instinct, he grabs her by the throat, and pushes her down to the ground on her stomach. All I can do is watch as he sits himself on top of her, putting cuffs on her too now. She looks up in my direction with tears streaming down her face, and all I can do is watch, as the other man puts me in the truck, then he takes his gun, and whacks me in the head with the butt, and I black out.

Meeting Lacey

Where am I?

Wh-what happened?

Ugh, my head hurts.

I...I...I remember...being knocked out...but that's it.

Gotta get up.

Ugh, too weak. Need food.

Why don't I feel right?

Nothing feels right.

I try to recall what happened as I slowly come to, and I come to a throbbing brain. My ears are ringing really loudly. Someone must be talking about me. I open my eyes, only to be blinded by a bright, white light. I'm laying on my side on something that feels...soft...like a mattress. I don't remember going back to bed. I prop myself on one elbow, and I hold an arm out to shield my eyes from the light. I try to open my eyes again, just slightly, and I notice my vision is very blurred. I move to sit up, still keeping my arm up, and I rub my aching head with my other hand. The first thing I feel is hair. Lots of hair, and some weird floppy like thing at the top of my head. And as if on que, a light bulb appears above my head, with a ding, before disappearing.

I blink a few times, to try and wake up my eyes to see properly, and when I get my vision back, I take a look at my hands, covered in short yellow fur. I'm still a hybrid? My hands were all I needed to see. Why didn't I change again? To me it seemed as if, whenever I go to sleep, I change form, but why not this time? I probably would have been a full pony again. I run my hands through my hair, er, mane for some odd reason. Maybe I just felt like doing it. I don't know. My ear itches. I lift a hand up to scratch behind it, and when I do, I'm overwhelmed with such a relaxing feeling. It feels so good! Even after the itch is gone, I keep scratching, my ear moves itself into my hand as if it were enjoying the feeling itself.

I know this is already my third day...I think...being like this, and I still haven't gotten used to having different appendages like my tail, and pony ears, and...well the anything that isn't human, I haven't gotten used to. Like I said when this first happened, it's weird to say 'my tail'. Out of curiosity, I take a look down at it, tucked against my right leg. Why is it always the right leg? Does it have something against my left leg? Is my left leg not good enough? What did my left leg ever do? Anyway, I look at it, as the tip moves up and down slightly. Back to the curiosity, I figure out how the muscles work, and I flick it once to the right, before it moves back by itself. I giggle a bit, slightly blushing that I just moved a body part I never had before.

Back to reality now, I notice I'm in a room with grey concrete walls, and floor, with a toilet and a sink on the wall to my left. On the opposite side of the room from me is a metal door to the left, and a window that looks out to what seems to be a hallway. Now reality really gives me a good punch to my face. Well F*** you too reality!! I remember now, that riot dudes came into the house, knocked out my father, held Lyra at gunpoint, and they put me in a truck, and hit me in the head with a gun. That explains the splitting headache. I wonder how worried they must be for me, and what they may be thinking that these people could be doing to me. What ever these guys have in plan, I hope they just don't hurt me in a really bad way or anything.

I hear footsteps coming down the hall, and I continue sitting there on the bed as they get closer. My ears swivel in that direction, picking up as much sound as possible. I lean against the wall, and I pull my legs up to me again, holding them with my arms, and I lock my fingers together with a sigh. I hear the jangling of keys, and the footsteps come to a halt just on the other side of the door. I hear the sound of the keys going into the lock, and when they turn, and when they get pulled out. I sit there motionless, not knowing what intentions this person who is entering may have. The door opens, and a white man with chin fuzz, and green eyes, with short black hair, in a dark grey work uniform, steps into the room.

"Ah, you're awake." He says, closing the door behind him, but not locking it. I just nod, and he grabs a chair that I didn't see before from a corner of the room, and pulls it in front of the bed about four feet away.

"Yeah, I'm...I'm awake." I reply softly, and quietly. "What do you want with me?" I ask,

"Nothing, just some of your time." He replies, putting his hands together in his lap.

"Why am I here then? Where is here anyway?"

"That information is confidential." He deadpans. "I can tell you that you are part of an experiment, Miss, Emma? Is it? Emma Wilson?" He asks quizzically.

"Yeah." I reply, nodding my head in confirmation. "What experiment?"

"We came across an extraterrestrial being a few years ago, and we contained it, and begged for us to let it go. I was rather surprised it spoke the human tongue, even though it had that of a pony's tongue." I responds, stroking his chin. "She said she would do anything for us, if we were let her go, and in a bag she had were some personal belongings. But what caught our eye was this green liquid she had in a vile. We asked what it was, and she told us that it was a potion that would turn a pony into a human, and a human into a pony. That was the very same substance we had used on you."

"So that old lady wasn't just an old lady? And what was the name of this...pony?" I ask firmly, showing I wanted an answer.

"Oh no, she was an old lady. We offered her a lot of money to inject the next person who came by with it, since we had put the stuff into a syringe with a needle of course, and the pony said her name was Lyra Heartstrings."

"You mean to say that a unicorn from a little girls show which is now somehow real, came to earth someway, and you took her potion, and injected it into my blood?!" I shout, throwing my hands in the air, then letting them fall back down.

"It wasn't just you. There are two others we used that potion on. It back fired you could say since Lyra said it was only supposed to transform a human into a pony, but I see you're an anthropomorphic human pony instead." He says back, shrugging, completely ignoring the fact that I just yelled at him. And what does he mean there are two more like me? wo other people they put this shit into, and now they're turning constantly? This is just a nightmare. Just a really really bad dream that seems so real, but you can't feel pain in dreams so I guess it isn't.

"Are they here too?" I ask, lowering my voice.

"Yes. We weren't planning on bringing you here, but, when we saw you on the news we felt you weren't safe so we brought you here. We told any news reporters, and news channels and stuff to keep their mouths shut about us taking you or we would shut them down for good.

"Will I ever be able to leave?" I ask very concerned.

"That is not up to me, but how about I bring you to the others" He says, getting up from the chair, and heading to the door.

"Sure." I reply sighing, as I follow him out of the little cell or containment room, or whatever that room was.

We turn left down the hall which is concrete as well. Is this whole building made of concrete? I mean seriously, they couldn't have at least made this place look interesting? Small lights line the ceiling where it meets with the walls, ans same with the floor.  There are lots of other rooms like the one I was in, and none of them were occupied, we turn right down another hall, and we head straight for the end. God, this place stinks! I wave my hand in front of my muzzle to try to blow away the stench, but it was no use. I think I'm gonna throw up. It smell like dead bodies and sweat socks, and a hint of soiled diapers.

"Do you think I could call my parents somehow to tell them I'm alright? Well sort of." I ask.

"I'm not sure if I can allow that." He replies flatly.

"What?! It's just a simple phone call!"

"I know, I'm just pulling your leg. there's a phone inside." I says, as we approach a metal door.

"Okay, thanks." I say as he opens the door for me.

When I enter, I see that this room actually is different. White wall paper with a huge skylight window on the ceiling as the only window, letting in the sunlight. There is actual furniture in here. A couch against the left wall, with an end table next to it in the corner of the room, and another couch facing me, and  coffee table on top of a red rug over peach colored carpeting. Not the best idea for furnishing. Plus, why put a rug on a carpet floor? Who's idea was this anyway? I roll my eyes at the thought of what numskull did this. On the wall to my right is the phone, like this man, whatever his name may be, told me.

Sitting on the couch to the left is a small white pony with a blue mane and tail, and the name is like a mow hawk. Judging by the size, t must be just a little girl. Now doing this to a teen like me is wrong, but reasonable due to age, but a little girl?! I mean, who can be heartless enough to do that? Did they knock her out too? If they did, they're gonna have one angry anthro on their hands. She just sits there with her head on the right side arm of the couch, and she doesn't look to happy. She looks scared, and sad. The other one is a light grey anthropomorphic unicorn that has a black mane and tail with one red streak, and the mane looks a lot like Octavia's.

Besides Vinyl, The only other characters I know are Rainbow Dash, and Octavia. Rainbow Dash because apparently, most fans of the show adore her I guess, and I know Octavia cause she and Vinyl are like best friends I guess. But this anthro doesn't look female. The head just looks way too masculine, and the hands seem more manly, which tells me this guy is a guy. Back to the small white pony, and by pony, I mean a full pony, I hear her sniffle, and  small sorrow filled moan. Instantly I feel really bad for her, so I head over to the couch and I sit next to her. I clear my throat.

"I will just leave you here until further notice okay?" The man asks.

"Okay." I reply, as he heads out of the door. I turn my focus back to the small child as a tear falls from her left eye.

"Hey, What's wrong?" I ask soothingly.

"I...I miss my mommy." She replies, as more tears flow out of her eyes.

"Awe come here." I say, pulling her into me, and I hug her. "I miss my mom too." I begin stroking her mane, as her ears fall back against her head. She raps her small forelegs around me, and hugs me in return.

"Thank you." She cries softly.

"Don't mention it." I smile down at her. "I bet she loves you very much."

"She does. My daddy does too, until this happened." She cries harder, shoving her face into my arm, getting my aeropostale hoodie wet with tears.

"So this happened yesterday?" I ask.

"Yes." she replies , looking down, still crying.

"I'm sorry to hear. I've been like this for three days now." I reply with a chuckle.

"What was it like?"

"I was In school when I first transformed, and some kids took a video of me changing specie, and it was all over the news and stuff." I wonder how many people know about it now. "What's your name? I'm Emma." I stroke her mane once, and I sratch behind her ear a little.

"It's Lacey." Se replies with a smile. "I'm not a dog you know, so you don't have to pet me." She giggles a little.

"That's a cute name."

"Thanks, I get that a lot!" She cheers happily, Bouncing once on my leg.

"No problem." I reply softly

"So, why are you guys only half pony?" She asks,

"Well, you see..." Is all I say  before I notice her hooves are growing fingers. Perfect timing so I don't have to explain. "This is why." I grab her hoof which is now a hand, and I hold it out in front of her. Her face goes blank, and her jaw drops instantaneously.

"Wh-wh-whats happening to me?!" She yelps.

"It's okay Lacey. It's happened to me four times already. It doesn't hurt so you're going to be okay." I grasp her hand in mine.

"A-are you sure?" She asks with worry in her eyes. I look her over and so far it seems as if she's almost done.

"I wouldn't lie to you." I say giving her a reassuring smile, and she she nods, then grasps my hand in return. I watch as her hind legs change a little so she would be able to walk on only her hind legs. well her legs since her forelegs are arms now. Slight tweeks are made in her neck to go along with having a human torso again. When finished, she smiles, and hugs me. I hug her back of course.

"Thank you Emma." The now anthropomorphic Lacey says softly, and happily. "Why do you care about me already?"

"Well, I saw you crying, and since you're just a little girl, it must be hard with all of this. What happened with you anyway?" I reply.

"I was watching My Little Pony with my mommy when my tail came out just like that, then the rest, and she freaked out really badly. She screamed and it made me cry that she was sad, then daddy came to find out what was going on, and he told me to get out of the house." She replies sadly, sitting with her back against me, and she lays her head on my right arm. "Mommy stopped screaming when he said it, and begged him to not throw me out but he did anyway. He picked me up by the neck, and he really threw me out of the front door, which is how I got this." She says, lifting her right leg, wrapped in bandages.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, but just be happy your mommy still loves you okay?" I respond reassuringly.

"I know she loves me, and I really miss her." She pouts, tears creeping their way back into her eyes.

"It's okay Lacey. I miss my mommy too."

"I just don't know why daddy threw me out like that. He called me mean names and a while after he threw me out, a van came by, and took me." She says softly, looking away from me, her hands on her chest, over her plain black shirt which had no sleeves, and thin straps that went over her shoulders.

"I'm really sorry about that."

"It's okay." She says, as she brings her tail up, and begins to stroke it like some sort of a plushie. "I'm thinking of braiding it. Just for fun, and something to do." She shrugs.

"Do you know even know how to braid?"

"No, it was just a silly thought." She giggles a bit.

"Well I know how to braid, so I could do it for you." I say kindly, offering to help.

"Well, do it with my mane then, because I don't think it would look good on my tail." She giggles even more. Dear Celestia she giggles a lot. She's what I call giggly giggler. Wait...did I say...Celestia? Who in the bucking hay is...You know what? I'm just gonna stop mind talking.

"Seems as if you've gotten used o this quite fast." I compliment, with a smirk.

"It's fun to be something other than a boring human, so yeah! Plus, lots of fans have had slight thoughts of wondering what it's like to be a pony, and I really get to!" She exclaims cheerfully.

"That's nice. So, when do you want me to braid your mane?" I ask.

"You know what? I bet my tail being braided would look a lot better than a braided mow hawk." She says sarcastically, giving us both a good laugh.

"Okay...okay...enough now." I say, trying to catch my breath from laughing so hard. "When do you want me to braid your tail?"

"You could do it now if you want to." She smiles, getting off me, and I know realize...I can't feel mah lergs.

Ermagherd, er cern't feerl mah LERGS!! I try to lift one, and It does, and when I bring it back down, a strong tingling, tickling sensation runs through it, causing me to laugh uncontrollably. I have this habit of pounding my legs on the ground when I laugh hard enough, and now has to be the time for it to happen. My legs act upon instinct, and begin pounding away. I'm thrust into a torment of non stopping laughter, that I don't have any control over. Now I'm sitting here, laughing so hard that I'm not even making a sound, stomping my hooves on the floor, clapping my hands together. I probably look really insane right now.

After my laughing fit I see Lacey, and the other anthro, staring at me, and both of them be like "..."

"So, Lacey, shall we start?" I ask, giving an innocent smile pretending as if nothing happened.

"Yes please!" She exclaims cheery, happy, gleefully.

"Okay...um...ah! Just sit here on the couch facing away from me, and I'll take it from there." I say, tapping a spot next to me on the couch.

"Uhh ha!" She replies, and hops up onto the couch, and she moves her tail out towards me.

I grab a small hand full of hairs at the base with both hands, then I pull my left hand all the way back to the tip so I know which hairs are being braided. With right hand at the base, I put two fingers into the clump of hair, splitting it into three equal sized sections, then I pull that hand back about two inches, then I bring my other hand up to the base of the tail, and I do the same thing, but I put my fingers into the gaps. WIth my left hand, I firmly grasp down on the length of hair, and I slide my right hand down to the tip to separate it the rest of the way. Then, using my right hand, I repeat this process; left over middle, right over left, left over middle, right over left. It's the way I was taught. I'm not sure if this is the right way, but nonetheless, it still works. I do my best to keep the braids even, and when I get to the end, I leave a good three inch clearance, and I take the three ends, and I tie them together.

"How's this?" I ask, showing Lacey the first braid.

"Wow! It looks amazing!! She takes it in her hands, and begins to rub it. It would look better if my tail had a little shine to it, but it's still really good, thanks!" I let her play with the braid, as I go to make the next one. "Hey, could you just braid the outside Emma? That would be nice"

"Sure thing." I reply. "So whats your story?" I ask the other anthro as I braid

"I...I don't want to talk about it." he says in a hushed whisper.

"I bet it wasn't easy."

"Anything buteasy." He says. "I've become one of those stupid ponies from that stupid show my younger brother likes to watches. Yes I said brother. Fricking bronies make me sick. Little girls is one thing because that's what the show was made for." He says with a roll of his eyes.

"So you're one of those anti-bronies? Is that what they call it?" I ask.

"No, I really hate that show, but I don't go around telling people how stupid it is for a living. Now I'm stuck as one, and I had to witness Lacey become an anthro which just oh my god..."

"Yeah, well all I can tell ya is that sulking and saying how much you hate the situation isn't going to help." I reply.

"I guess you're right, but how can I get over turning into something I hate? I'm a fricking unicorn for god's sake!"

"Well, I hear unicorns have the ability to use magic so that might be able to make up for it, and maybe you could find a way to make yourself look like your human self." I tell him, as I finish the second braid, and I hand it to Lacey. "So what's your name?"

"Jake." He replies flatly.

"No last name?" XD

"Yeah, but I don't know how to pronounce it." Jake deadpans.

"Oh, okay."

After an hour of braiding, I finally finish, and the light coming in from the skylight has begun to darken. Just when I think nobody is coming back, I head to the door to open it, but to my demise, It glows a yellow golden color, and swings open, almost hitting my muzzle. What I see standing before me makes me so light headed I feel like I'm going to faint, but with as much these past three days has brought me, I've become more resistant to impossible things. A mint green unicorn pony, ad I say pony meaning it's not an anthropomorphic pony, that has a light blue and white mane ad tail, and what looks to be the mark of a lyre on each side of her flank. I fall back onto my flank.

"Oh my Celestia! I'm so sorry Emma!" She says apologetically, then quickly clamping her fore hooves over her mouth. But something about her voice seemed all too familiar.

"Lyra?" I ask, questionably, still sitting on the floor. The unicorn nods.

"Lyra from school?" She nods again with a deep sigh.

"I'm so sorry Emma." She closes her eyes, and lowers her head in shame.

Tying up loose ends

Apparently I fainted when...she came in because, I just woke up in my bed again. Being knocked out has its numberous down sides, like not remembering what happened just recently. Cause I can't really. But I Do know the general idea of what's been going on the last two days.

        I sit up, lifting a hand to my head, which I'm thankful it's still a hand.

        I pry my eyes open, rubbing my aching head for a minute, before letting my hand flop down Into my lap.

        I examine my body which is the same way as it was before. From my furred over breasts, down to my hooves. I run a hand through my mane, which I'm strangely beginning to like. Is that wrong? To like that I'm a freak? Cause I kind of do. It fascinates me how I thought it was impossible to alter the human body in such a way. But here I am, half equine. But then again, it all feels just wrong. This isn't me. I'm a human. Not some anthromorphic pony. Then why do I like it all of a sudden. I mean seriously I was wagging my tail earlier because I wanted to.

        I let out a long yawn, while stretching out my body and wings. I guess that's what I like most is my wings. I bring one out in front of me, seeing all the yellow feathers and such. And seeing how these apandages are a part of me. Curiously, I grab one of the feathers, and pull it from its place. Turns out it was a bad Idea, because it hurt. I grit my teeth, trying to hold back the pain. Afterwards, I retract my wings, leaving me to gaze upon this yellow feather. I can't help but smile because I've always wanted to know what it's like to have wings, and now I have a pair to call my own.

        I turn my body so my legs are dangling off the edge, and I lean back against the wall. I move my tail into my lap, where I begin to stroke it with my hands. I like how it's styled to match my mane, in a spiked, blue and green pattern. I also have begun to gain a liking in my tail as well. Along with everything else. Might as well get used to it because I may he stuck like this forever. To be an anthromorphic pony for the rest of my life? I can't help but smile. I wouldn't mind that at all.

        So, if they somehow find someway to fix this and change me back into a human, I'm gonna tell them no. Plus I really wanna learn how to fly. What person hasn't wished to fly at some point in their lives? But then again...humans aren't arodynamically able to fly, and I'm still the general shape of a human. just thrown in pony features. Like wings of course. And a tail. And fur. Along with hooves and the head of a pony. That would suck to know I have wings but can't fly. To fly has been a dream of mine since I first understood what flying was! to feel the air rushing through my mane and my fur. As of now, I can still only dream.

        My thoughts of soaring the air are interrupted, when my ears swivel I to the direction of an opening door. I turn my gaze from myself, to my cell door, which is open, and standing there is a mint green unicorn mare, with golden eyes. She doesn't look at me, but at the floor instead, as she enters.

        "H-hey Emma. I-I see you're awake." she mutters, just above a whisper.

        "Yeah I'm awake." I turn my gaze back to my hands, stroking my tail.

        "I just came by to check on you because you...fainted." She pauses for a brief moment to allow a small sniffle. "Just...I'm so sorry I put you through this, Emma. I didn't mean for this to happen like this."

        "What do you mean?" I stop stroking, and move my tail back to my side. I look back at the unicorn before me, and I can just barely see a teardrop fall to the floor.

        "It's me...Lyra...remember? I'm the one who did this to you."

        Suddenly, I remember first waking up here, a man in a suit telling me about a unicorn who had this potion, and...ugh it's complicated, and I just woke up.

        "Lyra." I speak softly, moving across my bed, closer to the door. "It's fine. Just find a way to get me home and were even okay?" I reach a hand out, and lift her muzzle. I see the tears in her eyes, and the sorrow she must feel.

        "But, what about changing back into a human?"

        "I just wanna get home, and see what happens from there." I raise my hand to pet her cheek with my thumb. "Okay?"

        "But...I was able to calculate that you won't change back. Or to a full pony again. You're stuck like this."

        When she said these words, I was stricken with so much glee and doubt at the same time. Glee that I'm getting what I want, but how will it really affect my life? Will I still be able to continue school, and go on to college? But then I decide that's for me to find out.

        "To be honest Lyra, I was kind of hoping for that."

        "What?! Why, Emma?!"

        "I really want to know what it's like to fly, and I kinda like this body. Scratch that. I really like it." I look down upon my pony/human hybrid body. I have been having a problem with being cold and having fur helps keep me warm, plus I have wings! And I can see, hear, and smell better. And with ponies being a breed of horse, they are strong, so I would assume I've gotten stronger as well. There are so many positives to this. I get so excited I didn't even notice my wagging tail, which I took over to wag myself. Its fun. Ever try having a tail? You should. You'll like it.

        "I don't understand, Emma."

        "Does this sum it up for you? I. Like. Being. A. Pony." After I say this, she smiles up at me. I use my hand to wipe the tears from her eyes. "I still wanna be your best friend, Lyra. You've givin me such a great gift and I can't possibly thank you enough for it. So c'mere." Testing my new "pony strength", I attempt to lift Lyra from the floor and onto the bed, next to me. Turns out I am stonger! It was barely an effort to lift her!

        "I don't know what to say, Emma. I mean, I thought you would be mad at me, and not like me anymore." She looks away, a sad expression re-planting itself on her face.

        "Me hate you?! Why, I could never hate you! Youre the best friend I've ever had!" I scoops the small three foot tall pony Into my lap, and I pull her into a tight hug, wrapping my wings around her as well.

        "Awe, thanks!" She giggles a little and nuzzles my cheek, and returns the hug. " You're also the best friend I've ever had."

        "I know." I coo, nuzzling her back.

        "So what now?" she asks, removing herself from me.

        "I dunno. I'm really hungry though. This pony hasn't eaten in quite a while." I lift my shirt, and rub my belly. It responds with a low growl, confirming it needs food.

        "Okay, wanna go grab a bite, then, best friend?" She trots over to the door, point out into the hallway with a fore hoof.

        "Of course!" I stand to my hooves, listening to the clip-clop sounds of them as I follow her down the corridor.

        "PIGGYBACK RIDE!!" Lyra shouts, jumping onto my back. She wraps her forelegs around my neck, and her hind legs around my waist. I grunt from the sudden blow, but manage to stay standing. I have to hold her up from her flanks which feels really weird so she doesn't fall.

       "Yeah, sure, just be careful of my wings, they're precious to me." I giggle a little, carrying the little unicorn down the hall.

        "Typical Pegasus." I hear her mutter.

        "What does that mean?"

        "Well it's just that a Pegasais most treasured belonging is their wings, and what you said totally goes along with that."

        "Just like your horn is precious to you?"

        "Yes actually. Now make a left here!" she points down a hall to the left with a hoof.

        "Alrighty then!" I follow Lyras directions, hoping she's right.

        "So you actually like being a pony? well, an anthromorphic pony actually."

        "What's there to not like about it? it's totally awesome!" I squeal, my voice cracking when I say awesome.

        "Okay then, Rainbow Dash!" she cheers.

        "Who is she?"

        "Just somepony you reminded me of is all."

        "Oh. is that a good or bad thing?"

        "Good thing I guess. Givin she's the fastest Pegasus in Eauestria! The first ever to prove the sonic rainboom a reality!" She throws her hooves up in the air, causing her to almost slip off.

        "Sonic rainboom eh? is that just a rainbow colored sonic boom?"

        "Yeah exactly. How did you know?"

       "It was quiet obvious. and hey, can I put you down my arms are getting sore."

        "Oh alright." she floats her self to the ground using her magic.

        "Ah, much better!" I give a relaxed sigh, stretching my arms out in front of me. When I notice something off. Holding her caused my fur to become a mess. Looks like a bunch of swirls instead of smooth and straight. I let out a small groan as I begin to streighten out my fur to not look like such a messy mess.

        "What's wrong, Emma?"

        "Nothing, my fur just got a little messy from carrying you so I fixed it, see?" I show her my arms, how my yellow fur is once again straight, and smooth.

        "Oh, okay." She smiles a little. "Oh! The cafeteria is just up there!" She begins to trot off ahead of me.

        "Wait, are you sure I'm allowed?"

        "Yeah as long as you have a supervisor, which is mwah!" She holds a hoof up to her chest.

        "heh heh, anything you say Lyra." She giggles, then trots off again.

        I'm suddenly stopped by a random mirror covering an entire portion of the wall. from floor to ceiling, and about four feet wide. I shrug at the unusual sight, and rather instead decide to get a good look at myself. I notice I don't look quite animated like Lyra does. But that's Not what I really care about. I see my tits are bigger!! At least a centimeter in diameter, and that's quite a bit! making them about as big as Pokeballs! Not when they are tiny of course. I don't know how I didn't notice this, I also look slimmer, and more defined. I look hot! I break out into a large grin, I'm so beautiful!! Even for pony/human hybrid!

        "hey are you coming or what?!" I hear Lyra call out to me.

        "Yeah, just enjoying the view!" I wink at myself in the mirror before heading over to my friend.

        "Haha, I didn't know you liked it that much!"

        "Are you kidding, I'm hot!" I squeal to myself until I see the kitchen staff, staring at me. "Like what you see, boys?" I smile at them, running my hands down my hips. They immediately turn away, pretending to do something productive. Men.

        "I think they like you, Emma."

        "I'm sure they've all got boners in their pants."

        "Haha, I bet! Come on, I got our food already!" She trots off to one of the many tables which look like the ones you see in school. Those fold-up, fake wooden tables.

        I follow her, noticing two trays next to eachother, each with identical salads, and a glass of water, and forks on each tray. she sits down, and taps the spot next to her for me to sit. I reluctantly do as ordered.

        "So what's in these?" I ask, prodding the greens with my fork.

        "Just lettuce, spinach, beets, shredded cheese, tomatoes, and croutons." She smiles, as her horn glows yellow, as so does her fork. She stuffs her mouth full with the stuff, causing me to laugh a little.

        "Sounds good." I take my fork and dig in.

        "Although I miss my friend Bon Bon back in Ponyville, she's just not as much fun as you." Lyra says softly. She sighs a little and leans on my arm. "It's gonna suck when I have to go back. I'm gonna miss you so much!" She wraps her forelegs around me, and buries her head in my chest and begins to cry.

        "Awe, Lyra don't cry, you're gonna make me cry too." I hold onto her, and I begin to softly pet her mane. "I'm gonna miss you too if you have to go back."

        "No pony has ever been so kind as you, Emma. Just please don't let my mistake get in the way." She continues to sob into my shirt.

        "It's wasn't a mistake if it lead to something good Lyra. it's the best thing next to having you as my friend to ever happen to me." I hug her tight, trying to comfort her.

       "Okay. But we'll always be best friends right?"

       "Nothing will ever change that, Lyra. You'll always be my friend."

        "Thank you." She sniffles, as she pulls away. "I'm sorry I just broke down like that. I just have come to like you so much that I don't wanna lose you."

        "You'll always have me okay?" I cup her chin in my hand. "You're too good for me to want to lose as well. So..." I reach back, and pluck another feather from my wing. "You can have this to remember me by." I hold the feather out to her in my hand. She looks up to me with a smile and tears in her eyes.

        "Thank you." She takes the feather in her magic, and places it in her mane so it sticks out next to her right ear. She hugs my tightly again. I take in her warm embrace, resting my head on hers.

        "You're very welcome."

        "C-can I ask you something, Emma?"

        "Anything."

        "I was wondering if we could be like sisters. You know. I've always thought of you as a big sister. since you're older than me."

        "Sure thing...sis" I hug her tighter in my arms.

        "I love you big sister." She says quietly.

        "Love you too." I bend my head down, and I kiss her on the forehead.

        "Thanks." she nuzzles my chest, before letting go again.

        "I've always wanted a little sister anyways." I smile, and give my new sister a ruffle of her mane.

        "Oh, look at me, acting like such a filly, when I'm a grown mare." She sighs, looking down.

        "It's fine I won't judge you, sis. I'm a grown mare too, but sometimes I can act like a filly as well. We all do it occasionally."

         "You, know..." she takes a second to sniff once, and wipe her muzzle. " it's kind of funny to hear you suddenly be referring to yourself as a pony."

        "Well, I am a pony, aren't I?"

        "Yeah."

        "So what am I supposed to do?"

        "I don't know hahaha." She smiles yet again, youth restored. "But for now, let's just finish our breakfast."

         "Sounds like a plan." I reach an arm around Lyra and pull her into me. "what's Equestria like anyway?"

        "Oh, it's just beautiful! Although it would be better with you around."

        "Is that so?" I ask, taking another bite from my salad.

        "The skies are clear, everypony is happy, and everything is peaceful!"

        "That sound really nice. A lot better than this shithole earth I call home."

        "Oh it's not that bad."

        "Oh, Lyra, only if you knew."

Parting is such sweet sorrow

       After we have finished our breakfast, we head back to my cell, containment room thing. I still have no idea what to call it. But no matter. On our way back, I once again get sucked into the trance of admiring my body in that very overly sized mirror. I can't help it that I'm so hot. Plus it's nice to know that I think of myself as hot instead of ugly, like I used to. I extend my wings out as far as I can, and am overwhelmed with the large wingspan I have. They both stick out to my sides at four feet long I am guessing. Making for an eight foot wingspan.

        I still can't seem to shake the bought of flying through the air out of my head. It saddens me deeply that I'm stuck in this building where learning to fly would be an impossibility. It makes me feel empty inside, like part of me has been stripped away from me. Having wings, but can't fly. I fold my wings back in, and move on to focus on other bodily features. Like my mane, which I seem to have fallen in love with over night. I like how soft it is to the touch, and how much volume it has. My tail is like a copy of the back of my mane, hanging from my back, and I can actually move it, which is kinda fun in a way.

        I give my tail a few flicks and wags, exploiting another giggle from me. When it comes to my fur, it feels kind of weird, being covered head to...ankle with hair, but it keeps me warm whereas I would be really cold. It too, is very soft indeed. I don't mind my fur at all really. The weirdest thing to me is my hooves.  Just the word in general is weird. But, like my fur, I don't pay too much mind to them. Although I do like the sound they make when I walk. I didn't really like my human body, and I didn't really find it fun to be a full quadruped, so I like this Anthro body a lot. In a way I feel...right in this body. Like, this is the real me. I can't help but smile that this is my body till, death do I part from it.

        I notice my sister just standing there, smiling at me. Her golden irises glowing under the light. I reach down and pat her head. She leans Into my hand affectionately, her ears drooping downward. Who would have thought that a unicorn from a little girls show really exists along with all the others, and made such a great impact on my life. She made me what I am now. The side of me I've been searching for my whole life. And to think it was me having to turn into an anthromorphic Pegasus.

        "Emma?" Lyra speaks up, distracting me from my thoughts.

        "Yeah, sis?"

        "Are you really happy with this? What will your parents say when they find out you're stuck like this for the rest of your life?"

        "Knowing my parents, they'll find a way to work around this, and I couldnt be happier, except for going home would make me happier." I shrug in response, shoving my hands into my pant pockets. That's when I feel something in my right pocket. I grab onto it, and pull the object out to find its my phone!! "Oh my god I forgot I wanted to call them!" I squee a little, hugging the phone close to my chest.

        I turn my phone on, and open the lock. I go into my contacts, and search for the name "MommyCakes" yes it's a weird name but so what. Haters gonna hate. I tap the name, and I press call. I hold the phone up to my ear, which was odd, having to hold it by the top of my head. Rather than the side. The phone rings twice, before being answered.

       "Emma?" my mothers voice asks.

       "Yeah, mom. Its me." I'm surprised that I'm even getting a signal in this place.

       "Where are you?! Are you hurt?!" she screams into the phone. I flinch, pulling the phone away from my ear for a second. These pony ears are more sensitive than I thought.

       "I don't know where I am mom, and I'm not hurt, Im fine. So don't get so worried okay?"

       "Okay hun."

       "I'm in some sort of government building I assume. Turns out I was part of some expirement."

        "WHAT?! They aren't doing anything to you are they?!"

        "No mom, and you don't have to scream okay? Having pony ears makes it hurt more.

        "So you're still going through those..."

        "Phases?"

        "Yeah that's it! And I'm sorry about yelling. I just wanna make sure you're okay."

        "It's cool mom. And about those phases....I don't know how to tell you this mom."

        "Tell me what?"

        "I'm stuck as an Anthro." I sigh into the phone, feeling my ears flatten out.

        "So you mean you..." She never finishes, because I soon begin to hear sobbing.

        "Mom, don't cry, it's not as bad as it seems. I-if it makes you feel any better, I'm actually happier like this. Im not lying, mom." I don't get a response except for sobbing.

        "Mom, please stop crying. I'm hoping they'll let me go soon so I can come home. I love you mom."

        "I-I love you too Emma."

        I didn't know what to say next, and neither did mom because she stayed quiet, resulting in a long period of silence.

        "So, you're really happy being a pony?" She asks a few moments later.

        "Yes mom. To be honest, I feel as if I've found this missing part of me. You know what I mean? When you feel part of you is missing?"

        "Yes, I know the feeling, hun. I guess you're right, it's not all bad if you like it right?"

        "Yeah, plus, being a Pegasus I'm really hoping to learn how to fly."

        "But, that's dangerous! You could get hurt!" She pouts in protest.

        "Mom, I'm a Pegasus, I'm sure I'm built to take a licking and keep on ticking."

        "This is just all too crazy. From the moment you came home that day, and how you were so upset. Now You're happy with it, and I'm hearing my daughter refer to herself as a creature of mythology. Not saying that's a bad thing, buts it's just...a lot to take in that you're stuck this way." She sighs deeply, followed by a sniffle.

        "We can work around it, right mom? I've noticed there's a lot of good things coming from this. Like making me happy. That's what you want, is for me to be happy right?"

        "Yes, I do want you to be happy."

        "What's wrong mom?"

        "When those officers burst into our home, I saw everything that happened all the way up to where they..." Once again she fails to finish because she has begun to sob again.

        "Oh, mom, I'm...I'm sorry I..."

        "You don't have to be sorry." She manages to get out through her sobbing. "I just don't want that to happen again."

        "It won't mom. Chin up okay? Be happy that I'm fine and that I'm happy okay? I gotta go. tell dad I say hi, alright?"

        "Okay Emma. Be safe. I love you."

        "I love you too, mom. Bye." I hear a beep come from my phone, telling me she hung up. I press end call, and I slip the phone back into my pocket. I notice Lyra standing there with a shocked and worried expression.

        "Is everything okay, Em?" she asks worridly.

        "Yeah, my mom is just a bit stressed from this whole pony situation, but I know we'll work that out later."

        "Okay. Hey, big sis, can I have a hug?" Lyra stands on her hind legs, reaching her forelegs out to me.

        "Of course Lyra." I reach down and pick her up, and hug her. She nuzzles my cheek a little as she lets out a little giggle.

        "Thanks, now don't put me down. Too lazy to walk."

        "Okay then." I reach a hand up to stroke her mane, causing her tail to swish left and right, as I begin to do the same with mine.

        I carry the mint green unicorn all the way back to my room. As I walk inside, I hear the faint sounds of crying. Must be Lacey in a nearby room. I set Lyra down by the door, and head to the source of the crying. When I get to the door, I get the thought it may be locked, but it opens with ease.

        I see Lacey laying on her bed, curled up, crying into her pillow. I sit next to her on the bed, and lay a hand on her furry shoulder. She stops crying, and turns to see me there. She gasps, and throws herself into me, hugging me tight.

       "What's the matter Lacey?" I ask, holding her in my arms.

       "I wanna go home, but I can't!"

       "What do you mean you can't?"

       "Remember my dad? he'll just throw me out again!"

       "Yeah, but maybe your mom might throw him out instead."

       "Maybe you're right, but I just won't be able to show my face there again." She sighs sadly, and rests her head on my chest. "Why do you care about me?"

       "Because a sweet little girl like you shouldn't have to go through this." I go to pet her mane, and just like Lyra, she pushes her head into my hand.

       "Look at us, Emma. Freaks to the rest of the world."

       "Nobody knows about you or that other guy, but they know about me, though."

       "Sorry to hear." She sighs again, and she begins to run her fingers through the fur on my chest. "You remind me of my mom because you're so nice and caring just like her."

       "Awe, thanks."

       "It's like, we're going through the same thing, but you set aside your own worries to comfort me. And you don't even know me all that much."

        "I'm the kind of pony who puts others before myself."

        "I see you're taking to this well, you just referred to yourself as a pony, heh heh."

        "I like being a pony. what's wrong with that?" I don't get a verbal answer, she just shrugs.

        "But thank you anyway, Emma, it means a lot to me." She gets I to a more comfortable position on my lap, burying her head in my fur as much as she can. She gives out a short yawn, and the next second I notice she's fallen asleep. I can't help but smile as the cute filly sleeps away in my lap.

        I sit there for about five minutes, holding the filly in my arms. I gently place her back on her bed, and pull the covers over her. "Good night my little pony." Wait. Did I just say that? She's not mine or related to me! I know I've accepted being a pony, but these outbursts just have a way of sneaking up on me. I shrug it off, as I exit the room, closing the door behind me.

        "That was really sweet of you, Emma." I hear Lyra coo, as I turn around. She's standing right behind me.

        "Yeah, I feel really bad for the little squirt. I really hate to see her cry like that."

        "I bet you would make for a very good mother."

        "Awe, really?" I ask, heading back to my room.

        "I see it in you, sis. You seem to have a thing for children. What's your cutie mark anyway? if you have one.

        "What's that?"

        "A small illustration that appears on both flanks of anypony who has found their true talent. See how mine is a lyre?" She turns a bit and for sure I see a lyre right there on her side.

        "Oh. Well mine I guess is a shooting star with blue and green light I bolts shooting out of one side."

        "Hmm, I wonder what it means. May I see your cutie mark?"

        "Knock yourself out."

        I pull down my pants just enough to show the cutie mark. Lyra studies it, getting at least an inch away from contact.

        "Maybe you're best at something to do with shooting stars?" She makes a quizzical face, still eyeing the mark that adorned my hips.

        "What do you mean? We wouldn't be here if you didn't have that potion, and with that said, how as a human am I best at something like that?" Lyra backs away from me, puzzled, and worried. Then I finally realize that I just sounded like a big jerk. "Oh, I'm sorry, sis, I didn't mean to sound so crass, I was just trying to prove a point."

        "Okay, I thought you were mad or something."

        "No, I'm not mad, but..." I take a second or two to yawn. "I am tired. So O think I'm gonna take a very early nap."

        "Okay, see you later, Em!" She smiles, giving me a hug which I hug her back. "Love you!" She says excitedly, before trotting off. I chuckle to myself a little before heading to my room.

        I flop down on the bed, covering myself with the sheets, ands getting comfortable before dozing off.

6 hours later...

"Emma wake up! Wake up, Emma!!"

        I feel myself being nudged awake by somepony. But can't that somepony see that somepony is trying to get her beauty rest?

         "Emmaaaaa!!!" The voice shouts, Jiggling me violently.

         "Okay, I'm up! I'm up! What do you want?" I ask with a groan, moving to sit up.

         "You're going home!!" Lyra squeals.

         "What, already?!" I ask, shocked, instantly wide awake.

         "Yeah!"

         "Okay, where do we go?"

         "Come on, follow me!" She hops down from the bed and trots out of the room.

         I do as she tells me to, and as soon as I get into the hall, I see a little white girl with blue hair and a tail? Except she's human.

        "Lacey?" I ask the little girl

        "Oh, hey Emma, we're all getting to go home! And I was lucky enough to change back to my human self!"

        "But you..." I stammer.

        "I know! Lyra put a spell on my mane and tail so that in case I did change back I would get to keep these awesome braids!" She turns around and swishes her tail around.

        "Well isn't that nice?"

        "Yeah, but I'm going to miss you, Emma." She comes up to me and hugs me around my waist. I kneel down and hug her in return. And just like wih Lyra, I pull a feather from my right wing and hand it to her.

        "So you'll never forget me." I simply say, putting the feather in her hand.

        "I won't, I promise!" She hugs me again. "You're the best friend I could ask for, Emma."

        "Same to you, squirt."

        "I have to go now." She says sadly, as a black man in a suit comes and takes her hand and leads her away. "Bye, Emma."

        I smile to her and wave goodbye.

        "Come on Emma! Our ride's here! You want to go home, right?" Lyra skips over to me, and attempts to push me, but to no avail. I watch as one of my friends disappears around a corner, and tears slowly form in my eyes. "Let's go!"

        I shake away my tears. "Okay, I'm coming." I huff. She gallops away, and down another corridor, leaving me to try and keep up with her. As I turn around the bend, I bump into something, or should I say someone.

        "Hey watch where you're go-" the voice says, very masculine, and familiar. After toppling backwards, and falling on my arse, I try to process what just happened. As I get up I see a teenage boy around the early twenties. He has short brown hair with those weird spirals shaven in. His eyes are of a hazel color, and he stand about an inch or two taller than me. "Oh, it's you. I see you've yet to change back." he deadpans.

        "Brian?" I ask out of curiosity.

        "Yeah, it's me. I'm happy I'm finally over with this and I'm finally getting to get out of this shit hole."

        "Sounds nice."

        "Yeah, now get out of my way, freak." He shoves me to the side, and moves past me.

        "Yeah screw you too!!" I snap back before chasing back after Lyra.

        I come to a door she went through, and I follow her inside. Or should I say outside. There is a black truck, with men waiting. I see Lyra inside in the back seat, even through the tinted glass. The two men approach me.

        "For safety, and security of this facility, we are ordered to do this." One of them says. He pulls out what looks like a napkin from his back pocket. Oh I see. You couldn't have done that when you brought me here? instead you have to bucking bash my face in with a gun? Dafuq is wrong with this place?! I roll my eyes, not saying anything. They put the cloth over my muzzle, and within seconds I'm unconscious.

2 hours later...

       When I wake up, Lyra is there, sleeping. They probably knocked her out too. As I come to my senses, I notice the SUV come to a halt. I peer out the window, and notice were in a drive way, behind a red jeep, and when I see the house, I'm filled with so much joy. I attempt to open the door, but should have known it would be locked. the two men exit the truck and pull open my door. I un buckle myself, and exit the truck. I see that Lyra is just waking up, and is getting out as well. I begin my trek up the side walk then to the porch and up the stairs, Lyra yawning and following close behind.

        I get to the door, and ring the doorbell. A few moments later, the woman known as my mother appears, and when she sees me, she quickly unlocks the screen door, letting me in. She pulls me into a tight hug, without saying anything. She must be too shocked to even think right now.

        "I'm home, mom." I simply say. "I'm home."

Flying so high, like a bird in the sky

        We hug for what seems like a millennia, embracing our little reunion with soft hearts.

        When she finally lets me go, she smiles for a short time, and places a hand on my cheek.

        "I've missed you so much, Emma." She simply says.

        "I missed you too, mom."

        "So, this is how you're gonna be from now on?"

        I knew what she meant by that. If I'm truly going to be what I am for the rest of my life. A Pegasus.

        "Yeah."

        She sighs heavily, hugging me again. "At least you're home now."

        "You still see me as your daughter, right, mom?"

        "Of course dear. Never would have thought my daughter would somehow turn into a humanoid Pegasus pony, and be stuck like that." She said, sarcastically, chuckling to her self a little.

        "It is strange. But we'll manage, right?"

        Mom lets go again. "Hopefully. I guess I'll have to pull you out of school now. And put you in online classes."

        "No, mom, I still wanna go to school. I'll get a better education like that than online classes. I know people will look at me differently, but I don't care what they think." I shake my head at her Statement.

        "Are you sure about that, hun? Aren't you worried about being bullied?" She asks, looking at me with a worried expression.

        "Mom, if anypony tries to, I'll just punch them in the face."

        "Did you just say...anypony?" She tilts her head to the left a little, crossing her arms across her chest.

        "Yeah, this whole being pony thing has me thinking the way they do in the show." I shrug my shoulders, which causes my wings to ruffle a little.

        "Oh, okay. Are you hungry? A pony's gotta eat you know." She jokes, playing with my cheek. But not for long because she touched one of the blue lighting bolts. "Ow! What was that?!" She shakes her hand in an attempt to ease the pain.

        "Yeah, don't touch these." I point at the marks on my cheeks.

        "Wait. Stay there for a second!" She holds a finger out to me, then runs upstairs. When she comes back down, she has her IPad in hand, along with the cord. She plugs it into her ipad. I think I'm starting to know what she's doing. She takes the 12 watt service port, and touches the prongs to the blue bolt on my left cheek. With the other hand, she presses the button to turn on her iPad. "Oh my gosh it's working!" She chirps.

        "Wait...you're using me to charge your iPad?"

        "Yeah, and it works great it's already gone up two percent!"

        "Really?"

        "Yeah, look!" She holds her iPad so I can see it. I watch as the number steadily goes up one percent per second. It's gone from fourty three percent all the way to sixty six in seconds!

        "Wow, these are that powerful?"

     "We're gonna save so much money like this! You were right this DOES have its advantages!"

        That's quite amazing. I completely charged her iPad in just one minute. But what causes these things to do that? Don't know, don't care because it's awesome!

        "Emma?" I hear a soft voice say from behind me. I turn around to see a drowsy Lyra, standing there on the porch.

        "Oh, sorry, I forgot you were there! What's up?"

        "I'm sleepy, sis. I haven't slept for at least a day now."

        "You can go sleep in my room then."

        "Okay." Her horn glows a little, and with a flash and a popping sound, she's gone. Too lazy to walk eh?

        "Who was that, dear?"

        "Lyra."

        "Where is she?" She looks out onto the porch, but finds nopony there.

        "In my room."

        "But she never came inside."

        "Mom, this may take a while to explain."

Ten minutes later...

        "So, that whole show is an actual thing, and your friend was really one of the characters the whole time?" mom asks, sounding very intrigued.

        "Yeah, and she's why this all happened. But to me it was a good thing. I mean, look my boobs are bigger!" I take my two breasts in my hands. "And I have these!" I extend my wings out. Then I finally realize, I'm wearing my hoodie still, but never made slits in them for my wings. Lyra probably did when they brought me to that place. Thanks Lyra!

        "I have to say those wings do look kind of cool. And normally, I'd be storming up those stairs and probably beat the heck out of Lyra, but since you're happy with this, I guess I can't be mad."

        "Yeah, being a pony ain't half bad. It's actually very interesting."

        "You don't say. " She leans forward, From the couch she's sitting on.

       "I'm also one of those people who wonder what it might be like to be another creature for a change, now look at me!"

        "I guess. So what is the really good thing about this? Like, what do you like best about it?"

        "My wings. Like I said on the phone I wanna see if I can actually fly, you know?"

        "I bet. Who doesn't wish to fly at least once in their life?"

        "That's what I asked myself all the time!"

        "Well, maybe we can look up how wings function, and stuff and maybe you can learn how to. You seem really happy about it. Like you feel you just wanna give one good flap of those wings, and be three stories high."

        "Exactly! And I was wondering if we could take this conversation to the backyard, and maybe I can start."

        "Sure." She smiles, and gets up from the couch, holding her hand out to me. I take her hand in mine, and rise to my hooves. We get to the back door, and she opens it for me. "Ponies first." She guestures her hand to the backyard.

        "Yeah whatever mom." I say sarcastically, with a roll of my eyes.

        I step out into the back yard, and am welcomed with a gentle breeze, and a warm, sunny, early afternoon sky. Our backyard is really, really big. Fifty ish feet long, and sixty five ish feet wide. No shed, or trees are out here, just the green grass, and a flower bed along the fence on the opposite side of the yard.

        "So, are you just gonna stand there enjoying the view down here, or try and enjoy it up there?" Mom asks, pointing towards the sky,

        "I'm...I'm a little nervous." I blush furiously, because I never really admit I'm nervous about something. I'm usually the confident type of pony, but now that I'm out here, it's a different story.

        "Just give it a go, already!" She slaps a hand on my back, between my wings.

        "Okay, okay!"

        I walk out to the center of the yard, and gaze upwards. I take in a deep breath. Slowly extending my wings out, I flap once, but get nowhere. I flap a few more times, feeling my hooves rise off the ground a little. I continue flapping my large wings, feeling more and more confident. My heart explodes. I'm doing it! Well, at least until a gust of wind comes through, and tosses me to the left, and falling down on my side. So much for a first try. I sit up, brushing the dirt and grass out of my fur, and mane.

         "Emma, are you okay!?" Mom hurridly walks over to me, and helps me up.

         "Yeah, I'm fine, but I can tell I won't be flying by tomorrow. It's a lot harder than I thought it was."

         "You'll get the hang of it. These things take time. Now how about round two?"

         "Sure. You sound more confident than me right now heh heh."

         "I dunno."

         "Okay. Round two."

         I head back out to where I was, and get situated. Once again, I didn't get far. The wind just doesn't seem to want me to fly. But I try again. And again. And again. And again.

        I've been out here for so long, that It's getting dark out, and both Lyra, and mom are sitting on the porch, by the door, watching in awe. I'm finally getting somewhere, as I'm Up higher than the house now, and the gusts of wind are no match for me.

        Now to actually try and fly around. I thrust myself forwards...and downwards. Too much thrust. But, I'm able to recover before hitting the ground. I try again, angling my body to be horizontal, I'm actually moving forward!!

        "Yeah, way to go, Emma!" I hear both of them shout from below me.

        Next is to try and angle my wings to turn. My first attempt gets me flying upside down, which causes me to fall down. This time, I couldn't recover in time. I hit the ground hard. But I was able to turn myself to land on my side, rather than turning my wings into pancakes.

        Mom, and Lyra run out to me. And like I had said, on the phone that I'm built to take impacts like these, it felt like I just tripped over something. Plus the growing grass, and my fur help cushion the blow, and before they get to me, Im standing again.

        "Okay, I think that's enough for today, it's dark I don't want you crashing into the house or anything." Mom says, laying a hand on my shoulder. "Plus it's time for me to make dinner. So come inside."

        "Awe, but come on, mom! I'm already flying it's so much fun! Just one more try, pleaaaase?" I make the best pointing face, going down on my knees and putting my hands together. I flatten my ears as well, trying to look as adorable as possible.

        "Fine, one more try."

        "Yes!" I stand up, and do a fist pump, and hug mom afterward.

        "But only if you take out the trash tonight."

        Oh, damn, I hate taking out the trash, but this time will be worth it.

        "Deal!" I open my wings and with one good flap I'm in the air again. This time I do it right.

         I'm flying in circles above the house, flawlessly. Out of pure happiness, I even pull off a barrel roll! Then I get the idea of attempting a loop de loop. I smirk confidently, Ascending into the air, my arms at my sides, my wings our straight.

         I reach the peak of the loop, where I retract my wings, causing my descend, and halfway back down, I open the, back up, coming in for almost a smooth landing.  a bit too fast, causing me to stumble. But I'm able to keep my hoofing. I'm shaking now out of pure happiness that I can FLY!!

        Mom comes running up to me, and hugs me tight.

        "You did it, Emma!"

        "Yeah, yeah I did." I'm so happy right now, I feel tears rolling down my cheeks.

        "Are you crying, Emma?" She removes herself, stares me in the eye.

        "I did it ma." I hug her again.

        "I'm so proud of you, now let's head inside, Time to fill our bellies!!

        Mom heads of into the house, leaving me and Lyra. Lyra approaches me smiling.

        "I haven't seen anypony fly like that except Rainbow Dash. Yeah you weren't going very fast but still."

        "Thanks, sis." I smile, Petting her head. She giggles a little.

        "Well I'm gonna go in and help your mom with supper."

        "Okay. I'll just be sitting out here for a moment."

        "Okay, hotshot." She chuckles to herself, and trots inside.

        I turn around, and stare up into the night sky, not a cloud in the air. I see all the stars. and wonder how many there are. I hear that each star is a sun to its own solar system. I smile, just thinking, whatever it was that made this all happen, has made my life so much better. I'm able to do what I've always dreamed of. I can fly.

        I find myself swishing my tail, eager to get into the air again. But I've had enough for today. I've finally found myself. I like who I am, what I am, and can't wait to see what I'll be in the future.

        So if this is the real me, then I guess that means I'm a Pegasus that was trapped in the body of a human without knowing it. But I'm out now, and so far this has been the best day of my life.

        I turn around, and head inside, and I guess I wa out there for longer than I thought because mom had a pot full of spaghetti made. I notice she made it with meatless sauce since me and Lyra are ponies. I actually like saying I'm a pony. It's who I am. Well an Anthro pony.

        "Hey, Emma, grab yourself some spaghetti." Mom says When she notices me.

       "She hands me a bowl from the counter, and head into the dinning room with her own bowl of noodles and sauce.

        I grab the tongs from the pot, grabbing some noodles with it, and placing them in my bowl. I grab a fork from a nearby drawer and head to the table.

        "What we're you thinking about?" mom asks as I sit in my chair next to Lyra.

        "I dunno." I shrug. "Just stuff."

        "What kind of stuff?" Lyra speaks up, probing my side with a hoof.

        "I'm happy that I have the greatest friend and family anypony could ask for."

        Mom breaks out in laughter.

        "What's so funny mom?"

        "You said anypony again! I don't know why, it's just funny when you say it."

        "Anypony anypony anypony!" Lyra chirps.

        "Oh, shut up, or I'll be eating YOU for desert!" Mom threatens, pointing her fork at Lyra.

        "Try me, mom!" She snaps.

         "Did you..,just...call me......mom?"

         "What, did I say mom?"

         "Yeah, you did, Lyra." I poke her shoulder.

        "Well...it's just...I kind of think of her as a mom cause...mine wasn't really there for me." She looks down, sadly.

        Mom gets up, and kneels down by Lyra.

       "Hey, it's okay if you call me mom, I don't mind. But something I tell Emma is to not dwell on the past or it'll eat you up. I'm sorry she wasn't reall there for you. You're such a nice person I don't know why she wasn't around for you." Mom pulls Lyra into a hug, stroking her mane.

        "Thanks...mom." Lyra hugs her back.

        "My kids are ponies, would you look at that."

        "Funny, mom." Lyra says.

        "Okay, now, let's finish our supper." Mom gets up and walks back over to her spot and resumes eating.

        The rest of supper went without saying, and afterward I had to take out the trash.

        Out at the front curb, I toss the bag into the large trash can. I'm about to walk back inside when a car comes but, and suddenly screeches to a halt. Two teenage boys exit the car, staring at...me. I back up a couple steps.

        I look closer, and I recognize the one who came out of the passenger side as one of my classmates. And I notice that he's the one who took that video of me. How does he know where I live?! Why is he here?

        He slowly walks up to me. I forget what his name is.

        "How did you know I live here?" I ask sternly.

       "I didn't. Me and my friend were heading to my place, when I saw you. You look...different."

       "So you saw me, and decided to stop and say hi, I assume? And about the whole looking different thing, is a long story."

       "Well, when I saw you changing in class, I wanted to know what caused...this." He says gesturing a hand to all of me. "And I saw you, I just had to ask."

       "Have you heard of the show My Little Pony?"

       "I was asking what caused this, not the shows you like." he deadpans.

       "No, I'm not a fan of the show. But I guess everything in it is real, and one of the characters came here from there, and had this potion with her that would change a human into a pony, like me. She was caught by the government, and they decided to test it on a few people, I obviously was one of them, as you can see."

        "Are you fucking with me?"

        "No, I'm telling the truth. See for yourself. LYRA CAN YOU OME OUT HERE FOR A MINUTE?!" I yell into the house.

"Coming!" I barely hear her say. A few seconds later shes trotting out to me.

        "Tell these nice boys I'm not lying about what's been happening." I smirk at the boy, who's mouth has dropped to the ground. Or at least it would be.

        "Okay, this is quite the mind rape, so I'm gonna go now. See you in school tomorrow, Emma." he backs off to the car.

        "See you then!" I smile, waving at him,

       After he gets into the car, I see the window roll down. "Nice tits by the way!" He says as his friend gets back in the car and they drive off.

        "Boys. As long as a chicks got nice tits, like me, and a cute round butt, like me, they'll go for her even if she's an Anthromorphic pony, like me."

        "Mmmm." Lyra agrees, with a nod of her head.

        "Now let's get back inside."

        "Who was that?" mom asks as I enter the house.

        "Just a guy I go to school with."

        "What did he want?"

        "Just wanted an explanation for me being me."

        "Oh, okay."

        "He said I have nice tits."

        "He's attracted to you." Lyra teases.

        "He's not the only one." I groan, rme Bering that creep from school who seemed desperate to get with me, He's probably a clopper. I know what brony terms are.

        "Well, it's late and we should be getting to bed." Mom yawned.

        "I agree. I'm quite tired." Lyra agrees.

        "Me three." I say with a yawn.

        Mom gives me and Lyra a hug goodnight as we head upstairs to my room.

       "So where do I sleep?" Lyra asks.

       "We have an extra be room, but it gets really hot in there, and having fur won't help, unless you like being hot." I joke about the last part.

       "I don't."

       "Then I guess we're gonna have to share my bed then."

       "That's fine with me." Lyra says with a smile.

       "Alright then." I shut off my light, and crawl into bed, getting comfortable under the covers. Lyra gets in and cuddles up next to me.

       "Goodnight big sis." She says softly.

       "Goodnight Lyra." I can't help but daw in her adorableness. I reach an arm over her, and my other arm under her head. I nuzzle her cheek, being careful not to shock her. This isn't wrong is it? We're not kissing or anything, we have no choice anyway.

       I fall asleep with a wide grin on my face. Who wouldn't be happy when they have the best family you could ask for? I'm surely very happy. I actually can't wait to go to school tomorrow. I'm sure that I'm going to be successful in life, especially at flying. Who would have thought, turning into an Anthromorphic Pegasus would make me so happy? I didn't think of it. But I know I'm happy as can be.

A Rainy Lazy Sunday

“Emma! Emma! Wake up!” Lyra exclaimed, shaking me.

“Noooooo…” I groaned, waving a ho- hand, motioning her away. I may be part pony, but I still have hands.

“But Emma, you’ve changed again!” My eyes burst open, and I bolt upright. Oh no. No no no no NO NO NO! I do not want to be a four legged pony again. I had enough trouble with that the last few times I was one.

“What.” I deadpan.

“You’re a fully pony again!” Lyra said, obviously trying to keep the excitement out of her voice. I rolled my eyes. “-I mean, Oh! You’re a full pony again!” She said with mock sadness. I rolled my eyes again, and she giggled, nudging me with a hoof.

“I wonder how this works…” I mused, looking over myself. Yep, the same yellow pegasus form I took that first day… A lot’s changed since then. I mean, i’ve been switching forms, some guy tried to buck me (PUN, cough cough), I got abducted by the government, met Lacey (I wonder how she’s doing...), and got Lyra as a sister! The weirdest thing is that none of that seems weird anymore!

“It’s weird though, you should be stuck a half human. But… I guess you had one last change left in you.” Lyra thought aloud.

“Go figure.”

It took a couple, long, painful, and tedious minutes of practice before I felt ready to take on my first enemy trapped in this new body: STAIRS! (DUN DUN DUUUUUUN!!!) So we approached, them.

“Geronimo.” I gulped. On my first step… bum bum bum bum bum! I fell down the stairs.

“I hate this ‘full pony’ thing.” I groaned. I herd Lyra giggle. “How can you stand this?” I asked. She just giggled some more.

“I know, so horrible right?” Lyra said sarcastically, walking down the stairs, flaunting her mastery over the equine form. Just then, my mom woke up.

“Good morning Lyra, good morning Emma.” She yawned as she walked by. Then she froze, and took a few steps back. “Is she… a full pony again?” Mom asked. Lyra nodded.

“Yeah, mom, and she stinks at it.” Lyra giggled.

“I thought she was stuck a half pony.” Mom said flatly.

“So did I.” Lyra replied. Mom looked at me. Then sighed. I really enjoyed being an anthro, but I guess I must have done somthing to piss that son of a bitch, Karma off to do this to me.

“I’m gonna make myself a cup of coffee.” She said, walking into the kitchen. Lyra turned to me.

“Are you gonna lay there all day, or are you gonna get up?” She asked me. I rolled my eyes, and got to my hooves… all four of them. I stumbled a bit before I found my balance. This was going to be a long... Life... This is my life now.

Mom decided that, since I needed time to adjust, I would miss school today. I joked that I missed so much already that I should just drop out. But anyways, that’s why you find us here:

“So, mom has to be at work all day?” Lyra groaned.

“Eeeeyup," I replied, joining in on the groaning.

“And dad isn’t going to be home, all day.”

“Yup.”

“So we have the house to ourselves?”

“Yup.”

“Buuut it’s raining, so we can’t do anything outside.”

“Yup.” I sighed. I was really looking forward to more practice flying, but before I could flap my wings even once after breakfast, it began raining. It wasn’t even that BAD of rain, it was just a few bolts of lightning that kept me inside. TWO FREAKING BOLTS!!! But alas, I'm too scared to go outside and risk getting struck by lightning (which would be ironic seeing as I have two lightning bolts on my cheeks, that are electrically powered). So, this is why you find us ponies sitting inside.

"Hey, I thought that ponies could control weather." I said to Lyra.

"Well yeah, in Equestria, but this isn't Equestria now is it?" Lyra replied.

"No, I guess not." I sighed, dejectedly. This was going to be a boring day, especially considering the last few... Something's going to happen. This is too… normal. Since Murphy's law has ruled the last few days, why should it stop now? Oh, if you haven't seen "Interstellar," then I'll explain what Murphey's law is. The law says: "anything that can happen, will."

"So what are we supposed to do all day?" Lyra asked. I just shrugged, and slumped down into the sofa cushions. "We could play a board game." Lyra suggested.

"I don't have hands to pick up the pieces."

Then, Lyra had an idea, and she grinned. A BIG grin.

"What is it Lyra?" I asked. Her horn began to glow a golden light, it glowed and pulsed, it reminded me of fire, on the end of a torch. That same glow formed around the TV remote. Then, it floated, up off the armrest it always sitting on, and into the air in front of Lyra. She looked at it, and the netflix button (we have a smart tv) pressed itself! The TV screen light up with the netflix logo, and the movie selection came up.

"Close your eyes." Lyra stated. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"You're going to play 'My Little Pony', aren't you?" I asked. Her mouth responded "no," but her ears flopping over said otherwise. I face-hoofed.

"Go ahead." I sighed. So, Lyra tapped in "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic," and hit play.

"Once upon a time, in the magical land of Equestria..." The female narrator began. I grimaced.

"But just this one episode."

We watched the whole season.

Yeah, no kidding, we watched, the whole season, and we were just starting season two. I was laying on my belly, joyfully swaying my tail, both hooves propping up my head (which was towards the screen). Let's just say... I was "Interested." But anyways, the episode began with an aerial shot above the Canterlot Palace Gardens, where the...

"The Ponyville class, is raising a field trip to Canterlot... That's like a trip to Washington, D.C.! I never got to take a trip like that in elementary school, assuming that's what they're in!" I remarked. My eyes bulged when I realized what I had just said.

"Oh my god, I sound like an analyst!" I whispered in awe to myself. Lyra began laughing hysterically. I’m gonna have to get back at her for that.

“I’m not sure what that is, but I’m sure you did!” She said between laughs. I just rolled my eyes at her, I definitely need to get back at her. Then, I had an idea. A wonderfully... awful… idea.

April Foal's day (Short)

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A CLASSic Event

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LEAVE ME ALONE!!!

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Bad to Horse

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Celestial

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The beginning of the end

I turn into a pegasus,

during school?!

  Well my life is over. I have the whole class staring at me in utter silence, and this class is never quiet. I'm in 4th hour biology. Or other wise known as Life-science. This has to be the most boring class known to mankind, because so far as what it seems to be is you take different liquids, and mix them in different vials, and beakers and such and observe it. Then you have to write down what you noticed. Wow I'm stupid. Being in the class is boring enough, now I find myself teaching it to you. Anyways, The whole class has their eyes on me, and none of them say a word. It's been like this for the past three minutes. I don't look around or anything. I just look straight, wearing a pissed off expression on my face. You're probably all like "JUST TELL US WHAT THE FLUPP HAPPENED ALREADY!!" I will tell you soon enough. I will just have to pull myself together to tell you. Well it all happened a good 30 minutes ago. Here is what happened...

  IT was just another day at school, and I had entered 4th period or biology or...oh wait I said this already!! But yeah I entered with my friend Lyra. We sit next to each other in the front row of desks which is fun because we're always partners. I have been friends with this over excited, hyper girl since 2nd grade which had to be the best school year of my life. We take our seats right before the bell rings and the teacher begins. He is a 40 ish yr old man by looks. His name is Mr. Jack. Even though this is the worst class school has to offer, it's at least teached by the coolest teacher in the school. He begins with the lesson plan as usual. Then he tells us what we will be doing and how we will go about doing it, then he has to share one of his silly life stories as he hands out sheets of paper to all the students. He checks his watch like every two minutes as if he is impatient for something amazing to happen, and amazing is what we ALL got. But I'm the one who had to experience it first hand. Or first hoof.

  It started when me and Lyra were talking and this bit of green hair dropped down in front of my face. It looked to be of a lightning bolt shape.

  "What's that?" Lyra asks staring at the bit of hair.

  "I have no clue." I reply taking a hold of it wondering how it bends to make that shape, and how it grew like that in that color.

Then she points to the top of my head.

  "OH my gosh what's going on with your hair?!" I pull my phone out of my pocket, I turn it on and I put it onto camara, and I looked at my head.

My hair was rising up in a cyan blue, and forest green color.

  "Holy sh**!" I whisper to Lyra.

  Then my ears begin to feel funny, and I can feel them rising up on my skull, and they stop at the top of my head. I watch it happen on my phone, then they suddenly turn yellow. Not in an instant, but what looked to be yellow fur grew out on them.

  "What the hell is going on with you?!" She screams, getting the attention of everybody in the room which is where all the staring begins.

  My hair continues to grow down to the back of my neck in a pattern of cyan blue and forest green. I don't know why I'm describing it cause the cover pic is what I look like. Well just my head. But the fur keeps going down and around my head, then travels down my next at an inch every two seconds. I'm frozen in place as I watch on my phone what's going on. I see a muzzle? Start to extend out, and my eyes turn color to match the blue in my hair, and increase in size. I also notice cyan blue lightning bolts appear under both eyes..From what I can tell, I look like a pony!!

  "What's happening to me?!" I ask Lyra with worry in my tone.

  I don't dare to look at anyone else cause I don't wanna see their reactions to this. By now the class has gone 100% quiet and not a peep was being made, as we all watched me turn into something else. I can feel the changes as they happen. They don't hurt thank god, but it feels strange, like really strange. Now it seems as if my head was done changing, and the changes continue down my body and along my arms, as they became covered in yellow hair.

  I begin to lose my grip on the phone, as my fingers shrink into my hands, causing me to drop the phone onto the table causing it to make a little thud. My arms begin to straighten out and my hands become...hooves? I knew it. I'm becoming a pony. Every part of me just wants to scream out loud, but every time I even try to breathe out a little harder, it gets stuck in my throat. I feel the hair grow all over my body, and it gives me a slight ticklish feeling. Then I get two strange sensations on my back that feel like two vertical lines on each side of my back. I look to see my shirt, and grey BVB hoodie bulge out. I think they're wings. Right now I sound fine, but I'm just trying to keep myself from going absolutely cray cray!!

  "E-emma?" Lyra asks finally breaking the silence.

  I look at her as if saying 'What could you possibly want at a moment like this? She just stares at me with her mouth wide open, and her right hand covering it.

  "You have no idea how embarrassing this is." I whisper to her. She simply just nods.

  I look at the teacher at the front of the room with a 'WTF?!' face plastered on. I close my eyes trying to forget this is even happening, but that's never gonna happen. I look at my hands, er, hooves in disgust. Then I feel a sharp pinching pain down at my tail bone, and when I look down to see, I see a tail with the same pattern and style and colors as my hair grow out to about three feet long. My eyes grow wide at this sight. I'm shocked to the core of my very being as it flicks once when it makes contact with the floor. I shake my head in disbelief, and I can feel myself begin to breath harder and faster making me slightly dizzy. I an hear the gasps squeaks, murmers, and even a scream come from behind me from the other students..I can't handle this!! Now the transformation has gone to my legs, and I watch everything go down since im wearing short shorts. My legs slowly become pony legs finishing off with my feet turning into hooves, thus finishing my transformation. I sit straight in my chair, looking down at the table. Why, and how the fack did this happen to me? I slump a bit in my chair now.

  "Wow." I simply say.

  So there you have it. The beginning of the end of my life.

  "Emma?" Lyra asks again.

  "What?" I reply.

  "Did you know about this?" Great. Now comes the wave of questions, and his is wave one, survive as long as possible. Yeah, yeah I should cut down on how much I play MW3.

  Now here I am, a human who just turned into a pegasus in just three minutes. Then I hear it. The snapping sound phones today make when you take a picture, comes from behind me. Great, now I'm going to be on the internet ooh yay!!

  "Well. It seems as if Emma just went through a big change, but...let's not allow it to gt in the way of our lesson." Mr. Jack announces.

  I put my hood up over my head in an attempt to hide my face. It's a big hood so it works just fine. I lay back in my chair, looking up at the ceiling, hoping for it to come down on us, and end this horrible nightmare.

  "That means you too Emma. Whatever you are now, you are still a student, and with that said you will do your work." I look at Mr. Jack. I give him a look that says; 'I'm not doing this right now.'

  He walks over to me from the front of the classroom.

  "I have no idea how...this happened to you,  as embarrassing as it may be, you still need to work." He says with a smile. "And take the hood down. You know the rules.

  "Dude I'm quite in shock right now okay that this just happened and I need some time to settle down before I lose it." I say gritting my teeth and my right eye twitching a bit.

  "Fine. Just have your stuff done by tomorrow then." He says getting up and walking away.

  "So how do you feel?" Emma blurts out.

  "Oh I feel just fine even though I just turned into a different species!" I snap back at her.

  "Well do you know how this may have happened?" Ugh another question. But then it hits me! Something happened last night that may have caused this, but I just have to remember. After a while of thinking I remember going to a movie with Emma, then walking down this alley to get home and...yes that's it!!

  This old lady injected me with this green stuff that caused me to be itchy in the area she made the injection. It must have finally done it's work just now! I explain to Emma what I think may have cause this, but she doesn't believe me. After giving up on trying to explain it to her, I look over myself out of curiosity. It's surprising how it was successful and without flaw. Then the realization that class is about to end in two minutes comes. I'm gonna be out there with so many other kids surrounding me. Then a random thought tells me I'm thirsty. There is a bubbler on the other side of the room in the back. I get up on my hind legs a bit wobbly. I knew it wasn't going to be easy since I don't have human legs anymore, but pony legs instead. Soon Emma is by my left side with an her right around the back of my neck which extended a good two or three inches. She held on to my left arm, or foreleg it's called with her left hand to help me walk. It takes me a while to get used to these new legs, but, by the time we get half way there, she doesn't have to help me anymore.

  I know ponies walk on all fours, but I am NOT doing that. We get to the bubbler, and I take a nice long drink of the cold water. Ding...ding...ding...ding!! The bell rings signaling it's passing time.

  "Oh no." I whisper to myself.

  "What's the matter Em?" God I tell ya this girl is quite slow.

  "Come on let's just go." I say putting my hood back up.

   I'm still a little wobbly but I can walk on my own on just my hind legs.

  "Uh. Hood down Emma." Mr. Jack calls from his desk. I roll my eyes and pull it back down again.

  "It wouldn't matter anyway Emma." Lyra says with a sweet tone in her voice.

  "How?" I ask. Then she points at my completely exposed tail which joins with my yellow arse.

  "Oh."

  I forgot that anyone would know what's going on if they saw somebody with a tail sticking out of their butt. "I sigh, then walk out into the crowded hall, just looking forward. So many people stare at me, wether it's my face or my tail. Wow thats weird. To say 'my tail' when I normally didn't have one till now.

  Out of nowhere this dude with wavy blonde hair that ran down his neck, and...gorgeous blue eyes. Oh no what am I doing!!

  "Hey there." He says. His voice like an angel's.  I look away  slightly.

  "H-hi." I stammer.

  "Well aren't you just the hot one huh?"

  Okay creepy call a pony hot why dontcha. Cause that isn't weird at all. Well being a pony is weird in itself. I walk a bit faster to get away from him, but he speeds up with me.

  "Don't play hard to get." He says playfully.

  I just shake my head. I come up to a group of black guys, and I push past them, and one of then grabs the hood of my hoodie.

  "Who the heck do you think you are? Whatever you are you creepy thing." He says looking me up and down. I roll my eyes and continue walking with that blonde guy still stalking me.

  "What do you want?! I snap.

  "A chance to be with you." He replies putting an arm around my back, and he pulls me into him.

  "NO!" I say shoving him off of me.

  "Why not?" He asks.

  "Why would you want to date me?" I ask.

  "Cause you're hot." He replies. Oh my god he thins I'm hot.

  This dude has to be one major brony.

  "Why in the world do you think I'm hot? I'm not! Try asking when I'm human again. If that happens." I tell him.

  "What do you mean human again?" He asks giving me a puzzled look.

  "I turned into this just a little bit ago." I reply.

  "Wow that makes you even hotter!" He shouts.

  "Hey can you just leave me alone?" I yell at him.

  "Well fine." He says stomping off.

  I turn to the room at my right. Geometry. I walk up to the teacher who is at her desk, and the other students stare at me. The presence of me in her sights must be quite strange.

  "Hey." She looks up from her desk

  "Ye-." She stops after seeing me.

"You may not believe it, but I'm Emma Wilson." I tell her.

  She just sits there looking at me for some odd reason..

  "Okay then..." She replies.

  I take my seat and the other students stare at several parts of me, but mostly my face. This kid named John who sits in the desk next to me is like what dafuq kinds of sorcery is this? Then Lyra walks in. She notices me right away of course.

  "Hey I think that one dude likes you."

  "Ya think?" I reply.

The rest of my pitiful day, and A wonderful morning (sarcastic)

Let's just say the rest of the day went quite smoothly. Ha I wish. Nothing goes easy when you turn into a pony with over 30 people watching it all go down. Each class was just the same as the last. I tell the teacher who I am, I sit, and get several different faces, and stuff like that. Some screamed a bit, some were just like "Dafuq?" By the time school ended, everybody knew the tale of Emma's transformation. You have no idea how embarrassed I've been throughout this whole ordeal, and how close I am to losing my mind. I have gotten a few compliments on my hair, but that's it. Also being called hot by that creepy dude who keeps trying to get with me.

Life is full of surprises, but who knows just what kind of surprise they might get? Well today I got quite the surprise of becoming a cartoon pony, in the time of three minutes. Right now I'm in 7th hour, at the back of the class, as usual, but today I couldn't have loved it any better than the usual times as to where I hated it. I have my head rested on my forelegs on the desk. I have my hood up, even though it's pointless now that everypony knows. Wait...did I say everypony? Oh god, now I'm thinking like one of them, god fuck my life. So far my day has been filled with miseries, I don't even want to speak of. I look up to the clock above the door. 3:30 pm. The bell rings, as I get up, and swing my backpack over my shoulder. The impact of it, sends pain into my right wing.

Now I'm walking home, with Lyra. She said she's gonna hang out for a while and try to support me through all of this. I wonder how many people are seeing a multi-colored pony walking down their block.After what seems to be an hour of walking, we finally reach my house. I see the red jeep in the driveway, which tells me they're home. We walk up the brown porch and approach the door. I try opening it to find it's locked, so I ring the doorbell. The door open soon after, and appears my mom. She gasps at the creature that stands before her, not wanting to believe that this monstrosity has just walked onto her porch.

"Hey mom." I say. she gasps again, but she's one of those people to 'gasp'. She opens the door, and hurries us in. I take a seat on the smaller couch of the two that are in the livingroom. Mom kneels down in front of my examining my face. Her hands shake, as she touches my cheek.

"W-What happened to you?" She stutters.

"This." I say looking down.

"Why didn't you call? I would have brought you straight home!"

"So on any random day, I call you, and tell you to pick me up because I turned into a pony, you'd believe me just like that?"

"Yeah I guess you're right. Are you gonna be okay though? I mean look at you! This...this just isn't possible! How did this happen to you?"

"Well I can tell you I won't be alright, and I'm not sure what caused this."

She wraps her arms around me, and buries her face in my shoulder, and cries. I'm not sure what to do, but I'll try to comfort her to get her to stop crying, I rub her back a bit.

"I'm still me...on the inside ma." I say to try to calm her, which causes her to hug me tighter and only cry harder.

She cries on me for about another two minutes, and neither of us or Lyra speak a word. Eventually she let's go, and sits on the other couch. She just looks down at her hands as she fumbles with her fingers. Wish I still had em, but they were taken from me, but oh well, life ain't always perfect. But why does it have to be this imperfect? I ponder over this as I look myself over. The long moment of silence continues, until I break it with a short sigh, and I close my eyes. What's dad gonna think when he comes home from his business trip? How will he react? Ugh why am I thinking about this now? it'll happen when it comes, so I'll just have to wait till then.

About an hour of just sitting doing nothing, it had begun to get dark out due to the changing season, and the day light time getting shorter, and Lyra had left. Mom decided to go to sleep early, leaving me alone. I sit there, glancing around the living room for another twenty minutes, before getting up, and slowly making my way to the bathroom. I shuffle may way over to the sink, and look at my reflection in the mirror. I only look at it for about five seconds before the word "Done!" pop it's way in, and I walk out, and into my room, still shuffling my feet, or hooves. Yeah I still gotta get used to that.

I enter the pitch black room, and I flip the light switch on. The light shines over the room, with pink wall paper dad said he was gonna remove months ago, and my desk on the right side of the room, with a lamp, a note book, and pencil in the bind, next to my prehistoric computer. On the opposite side is a cheap, metal frame bed, with a thin cheap spring mattress that when laid on, feels as if it's not even there, with a thin green sheet clumped against the wall. There is a black dresser next to the bed, with a bunch of useless crap littering the top. There is a single window, which is just above my bed, and there you go. My room.

Walking over to my bed, I trip over a stupid winter boot, just laying there, causing me to fall flat on my face. I let out a groan as a sharp pain rushes through my injured muzzle. I rub it with a forehoof, to try and sooth some of the pain, but only to fail miserably. Suddenly I feel really tired, and just want to pass out. I stand up, using the bed as leverage. I sit down in the bed, and kick the stupid boot across the room, causing my blue sneaker to fly off my right hind leg due to the fact that the shoe isn't being held on by a foot anymore. I stand back up, and reach over to the light switch and flip it off, then I flop back down onto my bed, and pass.

Morning comes, and I let out a long yawn, as I wake up from my first day and night as a pony. I open my eyes, and gather my thoughts, and take note, of what's going on around me right now. I fell my pillow under my head, even though I didn't lay on it, and other than the pillow, I feel something under my muzzle, which I had hoped would have gone away with everything else. I swat a hoff at it to move it away to find that the thing I'm laying on, flew out from under me, and into the wall, and yes more pain. I focus my currently weak vision on my hoof, to find it's not a hoof. It's...a hand!! But, then why is it still yellow? Instantly I sit up, and look over my body.

I have hands, which follow into arms still covered in yellow fur, then I get to my chest, which has boobs again. I look down to my legs which are human again, but yes covered in yellow fur, which have feet at the end of them. Then I come to find I still have that blasted blue and green tail. What am I now? I run my hands through my hair, feeling the same blue and green hair from before. I can just barely make out these details due to what little sunlight that shows through the blinds on my window. I feel the rest of my head, and it's sadly, still a pony head. So I guess I'm some sort of pony/human hybrid? God this is much worse!! Then mom comes in.

"Emma?" She asks peeking her head into the door frame.

"Yeah?" I ask as she looks at me.

"Wh-what happened to you?" She asks coming into the room.

"I wish I knew." I say, slapping a hand to the right side of my face, and letting it go limp from there, as it hits the bed, then bounces off the edge of the bed, as I let out a deep sigh. Then mom comes, and sits next to me on the bed. I have noticed I regained some height from this, which is probably the only good thing.

"I wish I knew too hun." She says patting my back. "Hey whats on your back?" She asks? I take it she felt the wings.

"I have wings. I say blushing a bit, and I feel my creepy pony ears flatten against my skull, and my tail swings itself over to my right side, and over my right leg. How embarrassing. As if this whole thing isn't.

"Oh." She says making a puzzled look as she stares at my back. "M-...may I see?"

"Sure I guess." I say before taking off my shirt. thank god my bra covers my boobs, and goes like halfway down my torso.

"Wow!" She coo's, as she rubs the frame of my left wing, then feeling the feathers. IT's kinda creepy, but I got myself into it. Just to be nice I extend that wing out so she can get a better look at it.

"It's cool I guess." I hold my wing out a few more seconds before folding it back in, when she says it.

"Well you should get ready so I can drop you off at school."

"What?"

"They didn't have a problem with it yesterday did they?" She asks.

"They kinda did, but it went without saying." I reply.

"Just get ready okay? It won't be all that bad."

"I guess, except for the fct this creepy guy keeps stalking me now." I say chuckling a bit.

"Yeaahhh...that's not creepy." She says getting up, and leaving the room.

Well I better just get ready, since there is no point when it comes to arguing with my mother. I slip out of my current clothes, to where I'm just wearing my bra and underwear. Well I guess this is how I look pretty much almost naked. Nothing exciting, but the yellow you know what, and my tail, but then something, or the two somethings, on each of my hips catches my eye. I see a sparkling shooting star, leaving a green, and cyan blue lighting bolt trail, on each of my hips. I have never had a tattoo done on me before. Not even those fake ones that you would be a picture of a random tattoo you would have to get wet, then place in on your skin so it left behind the print of that tattoo. I shrug it off, as I turn my focus back to getting clothed.

I walk over to my dresser, and pull out a random shirt and pair of pants. The shirt is black, and says aeropostale in pink glittery letters, and the pants are a pair of jeans made to look like they shine. I'm not trying to look "Fancy", I'm just getting random clothes and getting dressed okay? I put the shirt on the bed, and hold the waist of the pants, and place my feet in each of the pant holes, and I jump a couple times to pull them up. Then for the shirt. Luckily the collar part is a bit larger than normal so I slip my oversized head in with ease. Now I'm dressed.

I pick my dirty clothes up, and I walk into the bathroom, and drop them in the hamper. A hamper is like a laundry basket, but it's taller for those of you who didn't know. Next I Walk over to the mirror to get a better look at what happened to my face, head, whatever, if anything. Nothing happened. But now those lightning bolt marks catch my attention though. I look curiously at one of them, and I bring a hand up to touch it. When I do, it delivers a small shock to my middle finger which I used to touch it. I flinch, at the feeling, and the fact that I just got shocked. Maybe something caused it, so I touch it again, and to my surprise I get shocked again. Why?

I touch it a few more times to see it's actually able to shock whatever touches it. I shrug it off. I go to water my face, but then I stop remembering my face is covered in ur, so if I get m face soaked like that, who knows how idiotic I will look, let alone how long it will take to dry. So I go to the next thing. My hair. It's quite messy. I grab the brush off the counter, and begin randomly brushing. I don't know where I'm going with this, but I just care about fixing it, so I don't go to school with messed up hair. It's kinda cool. Better than my normal hair which looked like it was falling out in some places, so I find this a LOT better.

After getting my hair back in order, I head to the stairs, when a fearful thought comes into my head. Will I ever change back? I can just imagine what my life would be like, If I were to be stuck like this. Going from pony to hybrid, to pony to hybrid, as a never ending cycle. Tears well up in my eyes, as I slump against the wall, about ten feet from the stairs, and I slide down to the ground. I hold my legs close to my chest, and I rest my forehead against my knees. I sniffle a couple times as the tears begin to flow. I rock back and forth a bit, crying in my misery. I have said that word so many times now. I hear mom's footsteps approach the staircase, as she calls up to me.

"Hurry up Emma, or you're going to be late!" She stands there waiting for me to call back, but I just can't seem to form any words. I sniffle again, and I guess she heard it. "Emma, are you okay?" She asks, and I can hear hear coming up the carpeted steps. I want to say something but I just can't. She gets to the tops of the steps, and sees me sitting curled up against the wall. My tail tucks itself close to me, as I cry. I still have no idea how it moves on it's own, just like my ears, which are once again, flat against my head.

"Emma?" She sits next to me on the white carpet floor. "What's wrong?" She asks, wrapping her arm around my back, and pulling me into her. Normally I wouldn't let her, but I just don't care right now, and I'm finally able to speak through my sobbing.

"I don't...*sniff*...want to be stuck like this ma."

"Oh sweetie. It will be okay. I promise." She says, putting her other arm around me, into a hug.

"I-I'm scared mom."

"I know hunny. I'm here for you." She begins rubbing my hair. I feel like a four year old right now.

"Okay." I manage to say, as I hug her back. "You don't think I-I'm a freak do you?"

"Of course not. Not in a million years. I still love you okay?" I just simply nod. "This will end sometime." She says, She stops rubbing my hair, and she dries off my tears.

This will end sometime...I hope, but...what if it doesn't?