Becoming Cloudchaser, And My Dog Becomes Flitter (PonyEarthVerse story)

by Thunder-Star

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Human, Sweetie Belle, Flitter and Cloudchaser, Comedy, Random, Adventure, Lightning Dust
Length: 18048

How me and my dog became sisters

I'm a regular average guy named Dalton, well at least I used to be. Until I somehow turned into a My Little Pony character named Cloudchaser. I have no idea how this happened, or as to why it happened, but I am determined to find out. As soon as I figure out how to walk.
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Published 2015-01-25 03:00:03 UTC
Last updated 2015-07-29 16:42:02 UTC

The day of the change

Hey, the name is Dalton. I live my life day by day, just another face out in the crowd, no different from many of the other people whom surround me. Many crazy events had have happened through my life , either being bad, good, hilarious, sad, but nobody told me that today I was going to be the craziest day of my life. Just an average, nerdy sixteen year old sophomore at my school. I do get good grades, well being a nerd can be a great advantage of getting good grades, and stuff like that. I'm about five feet, six inches tall so I'm just a tad bit taller than average I guess. I'm of a white ethnicity, I'm male of course, And my hair is short, slick, black, and shiny, just the way I like it. But enough about me, you're probably wanting to get to the story, instead of listening to me go on about how I look, but just to sum it up, today is the day my life changed when I turned into a pegasus pony named Cloudchaser.

It was going to be just another Monday, or so I thought, just like always, and with every other day. I wake up to my alarm clock buzzing a loud, never ending sound. Beep beep beep! It takes about three beeps for me to even open my eyes, and another three to process why I'm getting up at this time when it's pitch black in my room. I slowly roll over from my back to my stomach. I prop my self on my right elbow, and I reach my left hand out to complete the first mission of the day. Turning off the devilish alarm that refuses to be silenced. Beep Beep Beep!

I can just make out where the buttons are since there is a little green light emitting from the clock part of it. Beep Beep Beep! I lazily mash in the buttons, until I feel the snooze button which is broken from being slammed down on so may times, which explains why the damn thing won't shut the flup up. I push down on the button three times with my fingers when I give up. I pick the small, black plastic demon up in my hand, I turn it so the top is facing downwards. I slam it down onto the nightstand, causing it to crack, and fall apart in my hands.

I realized this, even though I couldn't see it, but who can't tell when plastic breaks? It makes that loud snap/crunching sound, plus a bit of it kinda poked my hand, causing me to pull my hand away, but that small piece refuses to leave my hand. Even i pieces, this thing continues to torment me. Well, BY THE POWER OF CHRIST, I DAMN THEE BACK TO HELL!! And with that being said, the faint green light slowly diminishes until the light completely goes out. I give myself mental cheer since I'm waaayy too tired to even sit up, which is now my next task at hand. Ugh, why must this world confound me so?! I shake my hand once, and the small piece of plastic flies off of my hand before clinking off the stand, then falling to the floor.

I groan as I sit myself up in my bed, arms wobbling from the time being too early to be lifting over one hundred pounds of my fat self. I actually only way like one thirty something so I'm about 'average', but still too early to be lifting that kind of weight. Anyway, I'm sitting up now, and surprisingly that wasn't as hard as shutting off that stupid clock which is now a mess of broken plastic, and cords, and wires, and stuff. Now that I think of this, I wonder what I can't do right now. Immediately I get to my next task, after rubbing my eyes to see. I turn, so I'm facing the edge of the bed with my legs dangling over the side, and m toes just touching the gray carpet. I take in a deep breath, then I scoot forward, and I push myself up. I get to standing, but then I begin to fall forward.

You know what? This is taking too long. Me putting a bandaid over my cut from breaking the alarm. Skip. Me bicycling to school. Skip that too. Yay we're here!! Just fast forward a little bit more, and here we are. I'm meeting up with my friends in the commons like very other morning, just like I said, expecting it to go normal like every other day. My friends Kevin, and Evin are sitting at the same spot at the same table like always, chatting about random things, until I show up.

"Hey-y-y, Well if it isn't dalton!" Evin exclaims, getting up to give me a bro hug, which I embrace a little creepily cause I'm like that. "Dude, it was just a hug, you don't have to ruin it by being weird!" He puts a hand on my shoulder, and the other over his stomach, as he leans over in laughter.

"What's so funny?"

"The shirt under your hoodie!"

"You mean this one?" I ask, unzipping my hoodie to reveal a Rainbow Dash shirt that looks like this: Rainbow Dash shirt. did I forget to mention that I'm a brony? Well, either way, you know now.

"Why do you always wear those man? That show is for girls!" He can barely speak through his fit of laughter, but he still gets the point through.

"Dude, just let the guy be okay? We all have different interests, even if they may be weird, but that's his choice, and we have to respect that." Kevin kicks in, backing me up like usual. Now that's when you know a guy is a good friend. I make a quick pitstop in the closest bathroom to check on my hair, which I'm very picky about. I want my hair to look only one way, and if just a minor detail is off, then I don't like it.

We all sit down at the table, doing nothing now, but talking about random stuff after Kevin and Evin argue a little over me being a brony and all. I've been a brony for like two years now, and I've been around Evin the whole time. Not directly. Like, when we occasionally see each other in the halls at school, or we end up at the same place at the same time, like bumping into each other at walmart or something. So it's safe to say I've gotten used to his little shenanigans. Now when I say we chat about random crap I really mean it's a long void of silence before any of us find something to talk about.

When first hour started, we all went our separate ways, and said our goodbyes. Sucks for me because I have to go all the way to the opposite side of the school to get to my first class which is english class. I walk over to the sink, and I check myself out in the mirror. So far so good! With a nod to my wonderful head of hair, I Quickly wash my hands before leaving. But upon leaving said bathroom, I find myself bumping into something, which causes my to fall to the floor, banging my head on the wall. I come to find I had walked straight into some huge dude with muscular build, which probably explains why I bounced off of him like a bouncy ball bouncing on the floor.

"Ha, sorry about that, guy." He says, with a deep tone in his voice, and he reaches his hand out to me.

"Yeah thanks." I reply, taking his hand with one hand and rubbing my throbbing skull with the other. When he pulls me up, it's as if he put no effort into it, and I find myself falling forward. Luckily I catch myself, and I'm able to stay on my feet.

"Uhh, see you around, brony." He says, with a small wave, and walks off.

"Well that wasn't awkward at all." I whisper to myself, as I make my way to my first hour class. I end up getting there a minute after the bell rings, and my teacher, who's name I can't even pronounce, gets picky with timeliness.

"Late again, Dalton? I assume you have yet another lame excuse this time too as well?" She scoff smugly, waving small circles in the air with her hand.

"Actually, I bumped into this really big dude, which made me fall over and hit my head, and now I'm kinda dizzy." I reply, putting a hand to my head, as I walk over to my desk.

"I'll put that down as another unexcused tardy for you." She says, turning to her computer, typing here and there, followed by several clicks from her mouse.

"Whatever pleases you." I reply softly. I know it was kind of a smart remark, but eh, she's been a bitch to me since I began here.

"Sass me again like that, and it's off to the principle's office for you!" She yells, pointing a blue pen in my direction.

A few minutes later, she begins with the lesson. She walks over to the green chalk board, and writes down the target of the day, and what we will be doing to achieve it. We have to learn three new vocabulary words, and to do so, we have to...read...I shudder at the thought. I just hate reading. All of those tiny black prints hurt my eyes, and I can't focus on it. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have a problem with reading one little bit. I take my non-fiction novel out of my backpack, and I turn to page forty-two where I left off, and right away, I can feel the pain, which aggravates my brain splitting migraine even more.

I place the book down on my desk, and I lay my forehead on it, and I rub the back of my head with my hands, which does help to ease the pain a bit, and...I begin...to feel...sleepy...The comfort of the pages from my book provide me with a weird smelling makeshift pillow, and closing my eyes helps to clear my mind a little, and I begin drifting off into sleep. I need to catch up on sleep anyway since I wa up until like three in the morning last night playing GTA V.

I know most of you guys might be thinking "I'd rather play Halo." But I tend to like the Grand Theft Auto games. Besides, I finally got enough money to buy the turbo upgrade for my Chyster Fusilade. It's a bright metallic purple, with an orange pearlescent coating with a carbon hood, and a set of high end rims which I got for free because you get free upgrades for your first visit to Los Santos customs when playing online. I only have one engine upgrade, and the turbo upgrade, and that car can move! Last night, I spotted another player speeding down the highway near the airport.

I was far ahead of his as he was approaching, and I stopped to squeal my tires, emitting a purple smoke. He was driving a black and blue Pegassi Zentorro, with those dollar symbol rims, with white wall tires. He/she knew what I meant by squealing my tires, and since my car was a sports car and his/hers was a super, he/she accepted my challenge. We sit, squealing for about five seconds, and eventually he went, and since I process things faster than the average human by three times, the person didn't get far, before I was passing them.

Enough of that now, and back to the real story. I hear a bell ring, and I feel myself being shaken, and I awaken to my teacher violently shaking me.

"Dalton! Dalton! Wake up, wake up, wake up!" She shouts at me, and even when I do sit up, She still remains shaking me. I slap her hand away, and I grab my book which is covered in slime known as saliva. I roll my eyes, and I try my best to dry it off, before putting it away. "D-did you just slap me?!" She asks, sounding pretty shocked.

"No, I just moved your hand off of me since you wouldn't stop shaking me even though I'm awake." I reply, swinging my backpack over my shoulders.

"Mmhhmm, sure." She scoffs, going back to her desk. I rub my eyes for a couple seconds, then I stretch my arms out, letting out a big yawn, then I make my departure. Next class, geometry.

I groggily shuffle my way through the halls, probably looking like a train wreck, so, this time, I don't even bother stooping into a bathroom to see how I look. I probably look so horrible right now, that I'd die if I saw me. Something I really want to know is WHO THE FRACK TURNED UP THE HEAT IN HERE?!?! I feel like bacon, sizzling in a pan. Wait. No I don't. Bacon doesn't have feelings, plus I've never been a bacon, so with that said, I really don't know what bacon would feel when being cooked. Mmmmmm. Bacooonnn. Oh my gawd it's so hot in here. Well, maybe that's because I'm here!! Nah. I'm a train wreck, just like I said before, and your argument in invalid because no matter how much I describe myself, you'll never know exactly what I look like. So with that said, until you know what I look like, you will never know.

Anyway, I get to class, on time this time, and I take my seat, to find a small pile of papers on my desk. I come to find it's some of my graded homework, and I failed all of them?!?! I flip through the stack, seeing a nice red 'F' in a red circle on the top right portion of each paper. Dafuq? I'm good at math, how in the sam hell did I fail all of these? Well, that's gonna hurt my grade. After the bell rings, the teacher grabs a stack of papers of of her desk, then walks up to the front of the room, and begins passing out the papers. Ya, just what I need. More tiny ink I have to read. Not only that, I still have my migraine which must be stalking me now because It's been an hour now, plus I slept so yeah. I got a stalker migraine. PLus, I actually have to think out problems via these tiny ink blobs of letters, numbers, graphs, and tables. Guess what? It's a packet too. Guess what the board says? Packet due at the end of the hour completed.

Well that just sucks. So I assume this is what we're supposed to do all hour? Ugh, I hate my life. This day just isn't going my way, now is it? No. No it's not. Stalker migraine? Check. Failed work? Check. Fell asleep in class? Check. Check, check, and check. Having a hip, happy, wonderful day? 'X'. But it gets worse. Never thought it could, but it did. The next two class periods weren't any better. I almost got a detention for falling asleep again, and I had my phone taken till after class was done during fourth period. Today just isn't my day, is it? Nah, It isn't. After class, I went to lunch, and the time? 11:30 am, lunch goes till 12:00 pm.

"Hey Dalton, what's up? You don't look to be doing so good man, something up?" Kevin asks, as I join him in the lunch line.

"Been tired as shit, man. I've been stuck in the dumps all day, and i don't know if things can get any worse for me." I reply, with a sigh, running a hand through my hair which has some how gotten greasy.

"Dude, that must suck. Evin went home early today. Guess he was sick or something." He shrugs a bit, as he grabs a spicy chicken sandwich from a heating rack. Don't know what they're called so leave meh alone. My day is bad enough as it is. Yes I said meh.

"I've been feeling all weird inside, like somethings not right." I rub my chest to show him where the feeling is at.

"Oh, so you don't say. Sounds very strange indeed." He laughs a little as we approach the check out line. I step aside so people who actually got food can get through.

"Yeah." I run my hands through my hair again, but this time I feel two strange stubby, pointy things in my hair. I feel at them, and the feel as if they're getting bigger?! "He, Kevin, I'll catch up with you later, I...I gotta go use the bathroom." I stutter, backing away as I talk, then turning around, and dashing to the bathroom. There are three bathrooms. A boy's bathroom, a girls bathroom, and a private bathroom that can be used by both genders, but only one person at a time. I always felt it was stupid to have it, but right now seems like the best time. I reach the door, and I push down the handle as fast as possible, and to my luck, it opens, and nobody's inside. Immediately I go to the mirror that goes from the floor to the ceiling, and what I see, takes my breath away, leaving me choking partially.

I see two, light purple shapes rising out of my head, and as they do so, my ears shrink into it, and at the same time, my short black hair turns a very light blue, and white color, and grows down the back of my neck. The top prt become spikes flowing backwards, and at the front, four spiky bangs fall over my eyes, as they turn from blue to a bright purple, and begin to grow in size. Also, I feel to foreign appendages sprout out of my back, and rip through my shirt, revealing two purple wings, feathers and all.

"No-no-no, this c-can't be happening to me!" I can feel myself slowly begin to hyperventilate. Then, out of all of this, the door comes to mind. I look to the handle to see the lock isn't pushed it, so a reach a hand out, and I push it, when I notice my fingers turning purple too, but with fur? "Why is this happening to me?" My mind screams for me because I barely have the ability to breathe correctly. I get this feeling of my face elongating, and a ticklish, prickly feeling, and when I turn to the mirror again, I see my head no longer looks like me, but a very familiar pony. I'm turning into Cloudchaser

I notice my hair, well, mane has gotten bigger, but seems to have stopped growing now, and some of it falls over my shoulder. My eyes are now like twenty times bigger, and I see I have grown a muzzle, and I watch as the light purple fur continues to inch it's way down my body. I bring my hands up to cover my face so I don't have to watch the nightmare that's happening before me, but nor do I feel fingers, or a palm. I pull my hands away to see that they are no longer hands, but are now purple hooves. My whole body is tingling from this, and it shows no signs of stopping anytime soon.

"Please stop!" I yell out, but I no longer hear my voice, but now I hear Cloudchaser's voice.

It's been about ten minutes now, and I've given up hoping for it to stop. I sit back against the door, watching as my arms become pony arms, and my legs have begun to transform too. I feel the ball of my foot flatten out, and my toes shrink into my heel, which takes about another two minutes, the finally, my shoes fall of, with a small clop on the floor, leaving my socks to dangle. I just watch in silence as this all goes down. Now I feel my shoulders begin to move from my sides to more in front of me, and eventually my lower arm transformation meets up with the upper arm transformation giving me pony forelegs. If you saw me right now, I'd probably look like some failed science experiment.

"Why me?" I softly mutter, holding my new hooves out in front of my face in disbelief.

I feel the fur grow on me from underneath my pants an shirt, then I feel my torso getting smaller, making my Rainbow Dash shirt seem like it's getting bigger. I pull my backpack off of me, and I set it next to me. Now I stare as my legs, my human legs become pony legs, as my knee cap rises up, and begins to change shape. Throughout all of this, I'm surprised none of it has hurt. The changes in my torso have now reached my waist, and I can tell that it won't be long before I grow the tail, and I'll be finished. Now that my shirt has begun to feel uncomfortable, I slip it off, and my pants since they are too long for me now, and to my surprise I see the tail has begun to grow. It grows at a steady pace of what seems to an inch per every two seconds. Finally I'm done.

I get up, and I take a look at myself in the mirror, and I no longer see a 5'6 tall, white, nerdy boy with blue eyes, and a male package, but now I see Cloudchaser, with a purple fur coat, white, and blue mane and tail, and purple eyes, and is about 3'2, with a female equine anatomy. This is too much for me, and the thought of fainting comes to mind, so that's what happened. I fainted.

3 hours later...

"Dalton?" Are you in there?" I hear a familiar voice say, as I come back to liveliness. Ugh, at least my head doesn't hurt anymore.

"Y-yeah, I'm in here," I reply quietly.

"Is there something wrong with your voice? You sound a little off. By that, I mean way off. I grunt as i sit up, and I open my eyes to see I'm in a bathroom. How did I get in here though? I moan a little as I bring a hand up to rub my eyes, but I can't seem to feel my fingers. I feel myself go into a slight shock, as I see a purple stump where my hand once was, then I remember it. I remember sitting in here for a good half hour, slowly turning into Cloudchaser.

"Um, no, just a scratch throat." I reply, with a small cough.

"Are you sure you don't want me to get a nurse or something? Because either you passed out or something, or you got stuck in the toilet, or you're skipping class. Why don't you come out of there now?" He says firmly, standing just on the other side of the door.

"Uh...I uh...can't..." I reply, still staring at my new, furry appendages, which used to have little fingered things called hands at the ends of them, but now end in a stump. My mind is racing to find any answer as to what the buck happened to me while I was out. Did I say buck? Great. not only do I somehow turn into whatever it is I turned into, my mind has now become raped and corrupted by whatever thoughts are impossibly pushing their way in.

"And, just why can't you? And stop talking like that! It's weird." I hear him shudder as he finishes the last part by saying it's weird how I'm talking. "I don't want to have to get the principle, so come on out. All you have to do is get up from wherever you are in there, and come to the door, and walk out, then it will all be over.

I mentally, and physically sigh, for I know I'm going to have to come out sometime. I'd go out the window, but since there were a lot of breakouts, like kids breaking out of school through the bathroom windows, led the administration to bar the windows. I turn myself to get a better look at what I've become. I'm like a very, very light purple sort of pony? Dafuq?! How in the heck did I become a pony!?!? Besides the fur coat, I see a pair of wings. rested upon my sides, and a light...blue...tail...Okay this has gone way too far! And with that thought, it flicks once, in what I assume to be agreement. I also see what looks like the marking of a shooting star.

"Don't make me tell you again!" He snaps.

Think Dalton think! You were always good at getting out of tight situations! You can figure this out! Come on stupid brain work with me here! I mentally hit myself in the head as I attempt to get up. I manage to be able to stay standing somehow, even though I don't know how. maybe since I'm on all fours? Maybe I have more stability? But anyway, I catch a look at myself in the mirror, and I see the face of a pony as well. Pony ears, a pony muzzle, huge, non normal pony eyes, and  large, light blue mane I guess is what it's called now, rises out of my skull. MY eyes are purple just like my fur coat, but just a slight bit darker. I-I'm Cloudchaser...

From here, I attempt walking. I put one leg in front of me, as the teacher continues to rant, and I get the whole walking thing down quite fast actually that it amazes me. I quickly head to the door, and I pry it open with a foreleg, and I use my teeth to grab onto his pant leg, and I pull him into the bathroom. Not creepy at all. Yeah just one of my students was turned into a pony, and now he's pulling me into a bathroom. Only if he knew. After I get him inside without anybody else seeing me, I step back from him, looking down, and my ears seem to move on their own, and sway so that they are flat on my head.

"D-dalton?" He stammers.

"Yeah." I nod.

"What? H-how? I...Huh?" He continues stammering, until his eyes roll back up into his skull, and he falls back against the wall, before slumping down to the floor. Here's my chance.

I peek out of the door, enough so there is just a couple sheets of paper think of room to see, and I don't see anybody there. I get the thought of waiting out here since there is most likely a few minutes until school ends, but there are a lot of people here who decide to take a last minute potty break, so if I want out, it better be now, and if anybody does so happen to see me, I could just play along as Cloudchaser, and they'd never know it was me! I take a deep breath, and I make my way out of the bathroom, still no signs of anypony. Oh god, more of those thoughts are seeping in.

I manage to go a good fifty feet before the bell rings, and people are let out. Here, even if the teacher tells you to stay for even a few seconds, everyone just gets up anyway, and within two seconds I have become the center of attention. I stand there motionless, scared out of my mind, as several kids stare at me with every possible look I've seen. I try to ignore it, as I keep pushing forwards, then something grabs me back there. not there. the other there the collection of long hairs which come to a point above the flank. MY tail. It feels as if my skin is burning clean off in that spot, and some sort of responsive protecting instinct kicks in, and makes me kick!

I hear a loud groan, followed by a grunt of pain. I quickly look back to see I've just bucked some mexican dude in his family beans. Mind the pun. Usually it's beads, or family jewels, but since he's mexican I said beans! I want to laugh so hard right now, but not a good time for that. I whip back around to keep going when I bump into Kevin.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!

Mom, Dad guess what? I'm a pony!!

"Ow! Watch out where you're going you-" He says, rubbing his head, after thunking it on the floor from falling, until he notices what he's bumped into. "Pony?" He asks with a disbelieving dumbfounded look on his face. I simply sigh as I stand back on my feet, um...hooves. I'd help him as he stands, but, now I'm too short for doing that.

"H-hey Kevin..." I reply awkwardly , giving a slight wave of my hoof.

"How do you know my name?" HE asks, taking a step back wondering how a pony he's never seen before knows his name. I let out a deep sigh.

"Could I talk to you privately?" I ask. "I'm getting too much unwanted attention out here." I reply, trying to hide myself behind nothing. Just making myself feel smaller seems to be doing the trick to make me feel better, as people pass by shaking heads, stopping and staring in disbelief, taking pictures, etcetera.

"Why do you need to talk to me? I don't even...wait...you look like one of those ponies form that show my friend Dalton likes to watch!" He says, pointing a finger at me as he slowly begins to put the pieces of the puzzle back together. "This is very strange. Dalton just disappears, then you show up out of nowhere." He shrugs.

"About that..." I begin to respond when he speaks up again, cutting me off.

"Did you do something with my friend?! Cause if you did, you're gonna feel pain like you've never felt before!" He raises a fist into the air, showing he's really going to hit me.

"I didn't do anything to your friend. That's why I want to talk to you Kevin." I reply, taking a few steps back, and he lowers his hand.

"My friend disappears, then  some weird pony pops up out of nowhere, and somehow knows my name, and wants to talk to...me...about...Dalton?" He begins to stutter at the end, and when he meant it in a way to ask If I'm Dalton. I nod in response. "Oh my god. I know you're a brony, but I didn't think you were to the point of obsession to where you'd turn yourself into one of them!"

"Look, I didn't do this! I passed out in the bathroom, and woke up in the body of Cloudchaser okay?"

"I don't know what to believe right now. All I know is that you're this...Cloudchaser now." Kevin replies waving his left hand in circles.

"Ugh, and my dad's picking me up today too! What's he gonna think about this?" I ask worryingly, as  begin to slightly hyperventilate.

"You're gonna have to tell him man. It wouldn't seem right to run away out there like this when you don't know who could do what to you. I highly suggest just telling him. He may not believe it at first, but as soon as he realizes you're not there anymore and that there's a pony saying she's his son, it'll get through to him, I'm sure." He says, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

"Yeah, I-I guess you're right. He's outback." I reply, beginning to walk towards the rear side of he school. Luckily by now, there are only a few kids left to leave, but still I get many different reactions from them. Just before I get to the doors, I hear a voice call my name, well, her name.

"Cloudchaser?" The masculine voice asks. I turn to see a guy who looks to be about five foot six, black shades on his head over his short orange hair, and he's wearing...a...Cloud...chaser...shirt. "How the fuck are you real?!" He asks, walking over to me. He kneels down a bit, and begins stroking my mane. I sigh deeply. "Hey what's wrong?" The guy asks.

"I'm not Cloudchaser." I deadpan.

"Then who are you?"

"You wouldn't ever believe me." I push open the door, and I begin walking outside where I see my dad's wine red, 2008 Cadillac STS, with silver trim, and a slight glitter to the paint job to make it shine.

"Are you sure about this Kevin?" I ask, as he follows just behind me.

"Yeah. I just hope he doesn't take it to where he disowns you or something." He replies, giving me a pat on my neck.

"Okay..." I approach the drivers passenger side door, and I rear up on my hind legs a bit to see inside. He seems to be distracted by these groups of girls walking by. Must be perving over teenage buttocks again. I back down from the door. "Kevin?"

"Yeah Dalton?"

"Could you tell him for me? I just don't think I can do this." I sigh sadly, and I lower my head in shame.

"Sure pal." He replies, and he taps on the window to get dad's attention.

"What do you need?" I hear dad's deep voice ask from inside the car.

"Uh...it's about Dalton. Are you his father?" He asks nervously.

"Yes, what happened?"

"I don't think you'd believe me if I just told you. Your son had a pretty big change today." Kevin says, rubbing his neck again.

"I can tell since he's starting to skip classes. I got a call he was in a bathroom for two hours." Dad scoffs.

"Well, he didn't skip. He passed out, and well...he woke up like this." He says, opening the door, so dad could see me.

"D-D-Dalton?" He asks shockingly, his eyes wide, and his mouth agape.

"Hey dad." I reply quietly, avoiding his gaze. With a sigh, I hop into the car. I sit down on the chair, ad I fumble with the buckle to get buckled in.

"Here, let me help." Kevin says, taking the belt form me, and buckles me in.

"Thanks." I say, as he closes the door, and he begins to walk off.

"Call me later, that's if you can still dial the numbers!" He says as he walks back into the building.

Dad sits there staring at e for what seems like ages. I'd tell him to stop, but I can't blame him, because I'd be the same way too if he had been the one to go pony. I close my eyes, as I lay my head back against the seat, turned towards the window.

"So a pony huh?" Dad asks, finally breaking the silence.

"..."

"Well that's different."

"Can we just go home dad?" I ask impatiently.

"Oh...uh...yeah. Sorry." He starts up the car, and the engine comes to life with a low roar.

We pull out of the parking lot, and into the busy street, where cars are going back and forth. Neither me or dad say a thing due to the magnitude of weirdness that surrounds us, keeping us in a cell of silence. My new pony ears swivel around on the top of y head, trying to pick up as much sound as possible. Some people like to say that they just move on their own, but they are dead wrong. When you hear something, no matter how much attention you pay to it, you always take into account that a sound was just made, and the brain sends  message to the muscles of the ear to get it to turn to face the sound, and thus, we have the swiveling motion. I look down on the rest of my body in disgust, and my tail flicks once like it just agreed with me. I glare at it, ad it tucks it's self closer to my body as if it were afraid. Seems as if my ears and tail according to my emotions.

"So...you do believe I'm Dalton...your son...right?" I ask dad, taking a few one second glances at him.

"I guess since it all kind of...adds up. Except for the being turned into a pony part. I don't suppose you know how this happened to you, do you?" I simply shake my head.

"You don't seem very affected by this at all actually." I have to admit it, he's acting as he usually does, well except for the fact we're talking most of the time.

"I'm kind of fighting my emotions right now. I feel angry because I know someone did this to you, I'm confused because I have no idea why they would do this to you, but most of all, I'm worried about it." He replies, not looking at me. Well, I bet he wants to see his son, but every time he looks at him, he sees the same purple pony each time. "I bet your mother's gonna freak out about it." He chuckles a bit. I can just imagine mom having an emotional roller coaster ride right now.

"You don't think any different of me...do you? You're not gonna make me stay outside, or treat me any less than you have?"

"Well...no, we're just going to have to adapt to it, and make some changes so things will go smoothly...I guess." He replies with a long sigh.

"I hope the dog won't try to tear me up or anything." I say, making a little chuckle.

The thought of my dog sinking her canines into me, and ripping me apart makes me want to gag. I never thought anything could get much worse than this until that horrific thought came into mind. She's a German Husky, that most of the time has an aggressive attitude, and she's only six years old, and she can already tackle my dad to the ground. He got me the dog for my tenth birthday, when the dog was only a year old. We had named her Snow, because her fur is that of a snow white color. I'm talking about snow, not that chick that lives with seven midgets in a cottage deep in the woods. Creepy. I wouldn't want to live alone with seven dwarfs in the middle of the woods. I'd never do it. Now if I was bribed a million bucks, then hell yeah, but who's gonna do that?

I remember a time, some dude tried to rob us in the middle of the night, and he didn't even last a full minute before Snow had him contained. I broke in via back door, and Snow had been sleeping with me in my bed. I awoke to her listening very cautiously, and when a loud banging, and cracking sound was made, she flew off the bed with much gusto, barking away. I heard a gunshot, and I immediately got worried, and I ran off to see if she was okay, and to my luck, she had the guys neck in her mouth. She wasn't biting down, but when the guy even tried to move, she'd tighten down a little until the guy was still again.

I took it upon myself to take the gun, and I pulled the magazine out after figuring out how it worked. The next day, snow was in the newspaper. Apparently the guy was a wanted guy for murder, attempted murder, drug trafficking, theft, possession of drugs, and many other things. She is really one smart dog, and only uses her large amount of strength when needed. So, if she were to use her power on me, I wouldn't even stand a chance. I know how to walk, but when it comes to running, I'm at a loss, Plus I can't fly either. Now that I do have wings I will learn how to fly, because flying would be the coolest thing ever!

Upon our arrival home, all I can think of is mom, and how she may react to me being...you know...a pony. When we get to the front door, dad stops to look at me, and he gives me a reassuring smile, and rubs his hand in my mane for a second before pulling away. I nod once, and slowly, then he pulls a ring of keys out of his pocket, and sticks them i the door, and opens the lock. He returns the keys to his pocket, and he turns the door knob and pushes the door open, as it creaks, spilling the afternoon light over the wooden living room floor. As soon as the door begins to creak, I hear barking, followed by the sound of claws scraping the wooden floor.

She emerges from the kitchen, and stops dead in her tracks. She only does this because she knows I'm home, but she doesn't see me. Instead she sees a light purple pegasus in my place. She walks up to me cautiously, and begins sniffing me. She begins with my muzzle, then goes to my ears, then to my neck, and forelegs. She continues onto my wings, then my back, next my hind legs, then my flank, and finally the tail. She steps back out in front of me, and coks her head, with a slight whimper, her blue eyes shimmering in the light, like diamonds. Not saying I find her beautiful. I'm just saying what her eyes look like.

"Hey Snow." I say softly, petting her head with a hoof.

"Back off now, you silly dog." Dad says, trying to push Snow away, but she doesn't budge.

"Dad, it's okay, I think she knows it's me." I reply, laying a hoof on my dads arm to reassure him it's okay.

"If you even think about barely scratching him, you're out." he states with a firm voice which he rarely uses to show he means business. Then he walks over to the couch by the door, and takes a seat. I look back at snow, who I'm just barely taller than, now. She begins licking my face, starting with my left cheek, then my right cheek, and then my neck, First it starts with seeing what I smell like, now she wants to know what I taste like XD.

"Okay okay I get it snow!" I try to push her off of me, but it's no use.

"Snow!" Dad shouts, and snow immediately removes herself from me, whimpering, her ears flat against her skull. I can't help but d'aww as she sits, so I wrap my forelegs around her for a hug, and I nuzzle the side of her neck, like always.

"Honey, you're home so soon?"  I hear mom's voice coming from her bedroom, then footsteps. I let go, of Snow, and I step out in clear view from the hallway, right before she comes out. At first she doesn't notice me, until a clear my throat to get her attention. "H-hun? Where's Dalton, and what is this...pony thing...doing here?" She asks, her breath short and choppy.

"That would be your son, dear." Dad replies, looking at something on his phone.

"Hey mom." I say with a slight wave, just like  i did with dad, and Kevin.

"Ok, this had better be some trick. My son isn't a talking pony."

"Want me to prove it, mom?" I say with an emphasis on mom.

"Try your best, then get out!" She yells, pointing at the door which is still wide open.

"Hey Snow, go get your leash girl!" I coo, and the white puppy, who obliges immediately, claws scraping the floor again. A minute later, she returns with the red leash in her mouth. I told her to do this because I'm the only one she'll wan to take a walk with. Whenever I tell her to get her leash, she gets it, but anybody else, she'll walk away like nothing was ever said to her. Plus I'm the only one she has ever asked to have take her out for walk. She pants furiously, gazing deep into my eyes, and mom gasps loudly, and gets don on her knees in front of me.

"Is that really you, Dalton?" She asks, tears creeping into her eyes.

"Yeah, sadly." I reply with Cloudchaser's voice, since I lost mine to hers.

"How is this even possible?" She reaches out to touch my mane, but pulls away when she makes contact, then she notices my wings. "Y-you're a pegasus?" I nod.

"This is the new me I guess." I say shrugging a little. Then mom does something unexpected. She holds me in her arms, hugging me tight. I go to hug her back, but I have to get up on my hind legs to reach her neck and shoulders.

"I'm so sorry I didn't believe you!" She moans, as she can no longer hold it back, and she begins to cry.

"I didn't expect you to, mom." I hug her tightly to show her it's alright. She pulls away from me, and cups my cheek in her hand.

"I'm still just so sorry." She says, giving me an apologetic smile.

"Okay then." It makes me feel good inside that they still think of me as their son, and no different that I'm a totally different species. Suddenly, I feel the urge to hug her again, and that's what I do. "Thanks mom." She holds one arm around my back, and rubs the back of my mane with the other.

"You're my son Dalton. I'm supposed to love you no matter what. Even if that means you turn into a winged pony." Mom replies softly, then she pulls away again, and kisses me on the forehead. "Are you sure you'll be okay? It's gonna taker a while to get used to this you know?"

"Yeah. Especially for me, since I'm the one who turned into a pony from a little girls show." I reply with a slight chuckle.

"What do you mean a little girls show?" She asks quizzically, cocking her head to one side, and lifting a brow.

"I've become a pegasus known as Cloudchaser from...My Little Pony." I look away blushing furiously with embarrassment.

"And how do you know this?"

"I'm a brony." First I turn into a pony during school, and luckily got out with little trouble, now I'm home admitting to my parents I'm a fan of a show filled with pastel colored ponies meant for girls, ages four through twelve. I think. Well, it doesn't matter now that eighty percent of viewers of the generation four My Little Pony are guys from ages twelve through I don't know how old after that.So basically, My Little Pony is getting the opposite audience than what they had intended on getting.

"What does that mean? Does it mean you like the show?" She sits down cross legged in front of me. I turn around quick to close the door with a sigh. Hanging my head, and I feel my ears go flat again, then perking up once more as I turn around, and I sit in fornt of mom.

"Yes mom. I like a show about colorful talking ponies okay? Now I've somehow turned into one of the characters." I reply sadly, knowing there most likely is no way that I will ever be able to turn back. Mom's about to say something, when dad turns on the T.V onto the news channel because this is what I hear; "Breaking news!"

"Hold on. I wonder what this is about." She says getting up, and taking a seat on the couch next to my father, and I move to stand next to the same couch.

"We've been getting a few reports of people claiming to have seen what happen to be ponies? From the hit cartoon, My Little Pony: Friendship is magic. We've also been getting reports about people who claim to have turned into some of the characters."

"Baah humbug." Dad scoffs.

"You don't believe them?" Mom asks.

"I kind of do, but it's just unbelievable that people all over the world are somehow transforming into ponies from that stupid show. Just when when we thought this world couldn't get any worse." Dad sighs, putting a hand over his face.

"Now we go live to a press conference where these two ponies claim to be Lauren Faust, the creator of the show, and Tara Strong, one of the cast members from the show."

Then the screen changes to where there are two alicorns on a podium, with microphones held out in front of them, and boomers, and what not. These two alicorns happen to be non other than Princess Luna, and Princess Celestia. They talk about how they are actually Lauren who became Celestia and Tara became Luna, and that everyday, more people will change until, but she never finished that part. Then they say how, if anybody finds themselves as an element of harmony, to go to New York city for some reason. Then Celes-...Lauren finally says no further comment, and they both walk off of the podium, heads hung low in shame. Well that answered a lot of my questions.

"And there you have it. We assure you that this was real, and not an animated trick. Now onto further new-" The lady goes on before getting cut off by dad shutting off the T.V. Then he turns to look at me.

"You're not one of those elements of harmony are you?" He asks firmly with a very stern and stern voice.

"No, I'm not luckily. The main six characters of the show are the elements of harmony, but I'm one of the side characters. Why?"

"I don't want to have to go all the way to New York. It would just get in the way of a lot of things." He scoffs.

"Just being a pony is getting in the way already." I chuckle a bit.

"Yeah. But since this is a known problem, you're still going to school since this is happening to a lot of people." He says, once again in a very firm voice.

"Seems fair. I wonder who you'll guys will be when you guys turn, that's if." I say, giving them a smirk.

"In your dreams pony boy." Dad says, punching my shoulder blade.

"Yeah, well, at least I'll be able to fly once I learn how to use these babies." I reply, extending out my wings, taking a look back at them.

"Sure whatever." He says mockingly, rolling his eyes.

"Welp, your mother and I are very tired, and we have to work tonight so we're off to bed early tonight." He states, and with that, he and mom walk into their room, shutting the door. Then Snow walks up to my side, and drops the leash on the floor in front of me, then licks my face, and begins to whimper a little as she sits next to me.

Darn, I still need to take you out for your walk.

Once a pet that barks, now my twin sister that can speak

So, how am I going to go about doing this? I haven't taken Snow for a walk while being a pony before, so, what am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to go about doing anything like this? I don't have a clue right now, because my brain is swimming with a boatload of question, that I don't know how to answer. Snow stares at me with pleading eyes, and nudges me with her muzzle, then licks me again. For right now, I take off my backpack, and I set it by the front door like always, and Snow follows, and begins to whimper. I turn  around to see her with her leash in her mouth, sitting in the floor in front of me, panting. She puts the leash down in front of me again, and she sits there with her tongue out. I take in a deep breath and I let out a long sigh.

"Look. Snow, I'd love to take you out for a walk, but, I'm just not in the condition to do so right now. I'm tires as heck, my massive migraine is coming back, plus the fact that I'm a talking pegasus. I promise I'll take you out for a walk later, but I just really need some sleep okay?" I ask, giving the dog another nuzzling hug. Like I said, she's a very smart dog, because as soon as I say I'm tired, she pulls away from me, and trots off to my room. I slowly follow her, as I listen to the clop clop of my hooves on the wooden floor. I get into the hall way, and right before I get into the room, I think I hear somebody call my name. It was probably my parents, so I trot over to their room.

"Did you guys call me?" I ask, as I step inside, going form a hardwood floor to soft white carpeting. THey're laying in their bed, well, sitting up against the head board. Dad's on his phone as usual, and mom's reading a book.

"Yeah, I did." Mom replies, getting up from the bed, She makes her way over to me, and kneels down on one knee. "Are you going to be alright with this, Dalton?" She asks, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Uh, I don't know." I reply, turning away from her gaze, as I rub the back of my neck with a hoof. "I'm not even me anymore. I'm a cartoon pegasus known as Clouchaser, I've lost my humanity, obviously, I now have a vagina, so pretty much all that's left, is my own consciousness." I say bitterly, craning my neck to look down.

"Dalton, I will not have this!" She says sternly, lifting my chin, forcing me to look at her. "You are better than this! I will not stand by, watching my only child get down about something! This is happening to people all over the world, so why should you feel any different? Who knows? Maybe your father and I are next? We don't know, but I do know, is that I want you to be able to stand tall and strong. Scratch the tall part. But you are my son, and with that said, I want you to turn around, and do whatever it is you were about to do, and do it with pride! She continues, then, pulls me into her for a hug. "I love you Dalton. Don't ever doubt that for a second." She says, changing her tone of voice from powerful, so low and soft.

"I-I don't know what to say mom. I love you too." I respond, hugging her back. She hugs me tightly for another minute, stroking the back of my mane

"All I want you to say is that you won't let this get you down, okay?"

"Okay ma."

"So, say it."

"Say what?"

"That yo are proud and you won't let this get you down."

"..."

"Well, go on. You're not going anywhere till you say it. Now say it." Mom urges, poking my chest with a finger, which actually felt very annoying. I let out a small sigh.

"I'm proud, and I won't let this get me down." I said quietly

"What's that? You're a clown, strolling through town?" She says, earning a small giggle from me, as she turns her head, and puts her hand behind her ear.

"I'm proud, and I wont let this get me down."  I say this time at a voice level, slightly below normal.

"Huh? You frown because you're in a gown?" She says sarcastically, leaning her head a little closer. Screw it. Dis bitch is gonna need new ear drums.

"I'm proud, and I won't let this get me down! I'm proud, and I won't let this get me down! I'M PROUND AND I WON'T LET THIS GET ME DOWN!"

"The hound is feeling down?" She says quietly, and backs away, rubbing her ear. With a loud, and frustrated groan, I collapse to the ground my forelegs over my now throbbing head. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding Dalton!" She says, throwing her hands in the air in surrender.

"I know, my head is just killing me." I reply, as my ears go flat against my head.

"Aw, does the pony have a headache? How about you go lay down, and I'll bring you a Tylenol?" She asks, with a mopey face.

"Please don't call me that." I reply, slowly getting up.

"Yeah, I'm just messing with ya. Just go lay down, and I'll bring you a Tylenol." She ruffles my mane a bit before walking off.

"What's gotten into that woman?" Dad asks as soon as mom is out of hearing range.

"I don't even want to know, but it's prone to causing devious headaches." I reply, raising a hoof to rub one of my temples.

"I think you're right, because, after all of that, my head is hurting a little. But, you should go do what your mother told you. Who knows how bad of a migraine she might be able to cause." He says, chuckling after.

"Yeah. Love ya dad." I reply, turning around, and making my way back to the room.

"Love you too my little pony, brony daughter." He respond, causing him to break out into a laughing fit.

"Yeah, whateves dad." I shake my head, and head into my room, where Snow, is waiting eagerly on my bed for me, on the opposite side of the room.

When I reach the bed, I see that only my head, and half of my neck reach over the top. Great. Another mission impossible. God knows how many of those I had this morning. I mentally sigh, as I try to find a way up. Maybe I could rear up again, put my forelegs on the bed, then kick up my hind legs, then swing them onto it. Okay, so let's try it. Phase one; place forelegs on bed. Check. Now, to jump off of the floor. Not too hard since-too late! I had kicked up as hard as I could, which sent me skyward, about three feet above the bed. I end up flipping head over hooves, as I close my eyes and I brace for impact on the soft plush bed, but it never happens.

I slowly pry open my eyes which half of me refuses to open, but I manage to do it anyway. I look down to see I'm somehow floating just above my bed, then I hear the swishing of wind around me. Then I notice that my wings are slowly flapping, keeping me suspended in mid air. I'm fricking flying! Well, floating. Maybe it happen upon instinct, because I'm not moving them. So I think about this, as I try to find out how each muscle would be operated and which would do what. I try by tensing up some of the muscles in my back, rather than moving them, throwing me off.

It doesn't take me too long since, once again, I process things faster than the average human brain by three times. Now, I take over my wings, and I make the attempt to keep them in the same flapping pattern, but to my demise, I fail epically, as I face plant on my bed. I sit up, rubbing my still hurting head, and Snow is right there, to my aid, by licking me.It's nice she's loyal to me even though I'm a different species, and that she over powers me now by I don't know how much. I bet she could have me torn to shreds in ten seconds flat. I get a silly thought that comes to my head, and may seem a bit gross, but I decide to do it anyway. I take her face in my hooves, and i extend my tongue out, and I lick from one side of her face to the other. Then my subconscious kicks in.

You shouldn't have done that.

And it was right. I find hairs all over my tongue, and the taste of sweatsocks. Not that I've ever tried tasting one, but I assume the smell is what you would be tasting. Instantly, I begin swatting at my tongue with my hooves, as I hear mom clattering in the kitchen from the other side of the wall. After the obserded white fur is out of my mouth, I the taste still left behind. I take a look at Snow who is rubbing pony saliva off of her face with the side of her paws. I need water. Anything. Anything to get this god awful taste out of my mouth. I walk over to the edge of the bed, and jump. Then I float over to the bathroom, but I get stopped by mom, who has finally returned with the Tylenol in her fist which I assume is where it is, and a glass of water in her other hand.

Wait...

Did I say float?

I sneak a peak downwards to see my hooves aren't making contact with the ground anymore, then I look back up to see I'm at moms eye level. I'm flying!! Yay for me!!

"Dalton! You're...you're flying!"

"Yeah, I...I guess I am!" I look around more to see that I am definitely flying.

"H-how?"

"Well, I am a pegasus mom." I roll my eyes. "But, I don't know how to fly. I kinda just thought of flying, and it happened. It's like these wings have a mind if their own. So, I guess I'll stick with this until I learn how to fly myself!"

"Yeah, so here's your Tylenol." She says, holding out her balled up fist to me, and opens it to show a small white pill.

"Thanks mom." I take it in my hoof, and I pop it in my mouth.

"And here's the water." She holds the glass out to me, which I take with both my hooves flat against the sides, and I gulp it down, tilting my head back, washing away the taste of dog fur, and the pill down my esophagus.

"Thanks again." I reply with a smile.

"Now go lay down sweetie, I don't want you up and about with such a migraine okay?"

"Okay mom, but I'll be fine." I say sheepishly, slowly plopping down on my hooves on the floor.

"Just please listen. I want to make sure you'll be okay." She kneels down, and kisses me on the forehead, causing me to blush a little.

"Oh, I know mom, I am. I'm just saying I will be okay.

"Okay, now go take your nap. I think we all need one." She replies with a yawn, stretching out her arms.

"Yeah, I agree with you there, so goodnight." She gives me a smile and another ruffling on my mane, I smile back, and we go our separate ways.

I fly up again, and over to my bed, and I plop down next to Snow who is about the size of a filly. By filly I mean the size of a filly pony. Now, If I were referring to her, I would have said pup, but she's been growing quite healthy, so she's a little bigger than normal. I wrap my forelegs around her, and I pull her into me, and I lay on my left side, facing her. She rests her head atop my shoulder, and I drape my wing over her. I crane my neck around the top of her head, and soon the little dog is fast asleep, and I can feel her breath on the base of my wing. We probably look so cut right now. I wonder why I'm the only one she looks up to. Maybe because I was like a parent to her? I did get her when she was just a pup, and I trained her to do, well, everything you could teach a dog to do at that age. Eventually, I manage to fall asleep since my headache has slowly subsided, thanks to the help of the Tylenol, which I didn't think would work since I'm a pony now, but I'm just happy it did work.

Later that afternoon...

I awaken just the way I had fallen to sleep, the late afternoon sun shining in from the window, but something didn't feel right. Not with me, but with what I'm holding. I open my eyes to be welcomed to light blue hair, and  pink bow. Why did it look so familiar, and where in the hay is my dog? Why does she feel smaller? Wait...did she change too? It didn't say that in the news that pets were changing too. I back away from Snow to see that in her place is Clouchaser's sister, Flitter. Yep. She changed, but why? I don't know, but since Snow accepted me with my change I'll do the same for her. I prob my hoof on her shoulder, but only for her to roll over. This time I shake her, and this time, she tries to sit up, but to fail since her body operates not like a dog's anymore, but a pony. they are quite the same, but some differences. She turns back around, to look at me, with another yawn.

"Hi Dalton." She says

"Oh, my Celestia!" I freak, backing away form her a little more. "You can talk now?!"

"N-no, I'm barking. I'm a dog. It's what dog do. We bark." She replies, completely oblivious to the fact her deep bark is now a higher pitched english speaking voice. How is this happening? Maybe dogs adapted to the human language in their minds, so if they wanted to say something, they said it in english in their heads, but for it to be translated into a dog bark when leaving the mouth.

"Uh, no, you're speaking plain english, Snow." I reply flatly.

"I am? Oh my gawd I am!" She squeals happily, sitting up, and now she notices she's not a dog anymore. "Hey, look! I'm Flitter!" She exclaims, taking a look at her new body. You may be wondering how she knows, but since I'm a brony, I watch My Little Pony of course, and since Snow is so attached to me, she was always right there to watch it with me, and dogs do understand english so there's your answer. "Oh Celestia! Do you know what this means Dalton?!" She has the biggest grin on her face now, that I have ever seen in my life.

"What?"

"We're sisters!!" Snow shouts, throwing her forelegs around me. "I guess I can't call you daddy anymore. But now we're sisters which is so much better!" She tightens her hug on me, and I can't help but to hug her back. "I love you Dalton!"

"I love you too snow. What do you mean by you can't call me daddy anymore?" I ask curiously.

"Well, that's what I would say whenever I called for you, but you didn't understand since you could only hear barking. Mommy would have loved you too, but mommy is..." She trails off.

"Mommy is what?"

"She's...she's in a better place, let's just say." She replies with a sniff.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Snow." I rub her back reassuringly.

"It's okay da- sis. At least I have you." She replies with a change of attitude, from sad to happy again, as she nuzzles my chest.

"Awe. What did you think of me when I came home yesterday? I just have to know, why you were having a sniff fest with me." I say softly with a little giggle.

"I was like, Whaaaa! Then I smelled you because I left my scent on you, and you had it, then I was like OMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH MY DADDY IS A PONY!!" She replies, then she begins to giggle as well. "And you never took me out for a walk." She says bluntly, pulling away from me, crossing her forelegs.

"We could go now if you want, but I'm hungry. Are you?" I ask, but she, has no time to answer because her stomach does it for her with a menacing growl.

"I think that means a yes." She says pointing at her stomach with a hoof.

"Well come on then." I reply, floating off the bed.

"Hey no fair!!" She pouts, giving me a little lip.

"Did you forget you have wings too?" I ask with a small chuckle, as I float just above he bed.

"Haha, oh yeah." She blushes a little as embarrassment takes over her face. Then she extends her wings out, and makes a little jump like I did, and tries to flap, but unevenly, and she falls on her back, her head on the floor, and her hind legs up on the bed. She giggles a little, as she climbs to her hooves. "Well, maybe I'll try that later." She stands there, and scratches at her chin with a hoof. "Hey da-. Ugh, I gotta get over that. SISTER can I ride on your back? I know how humans like to ride horses and ponies, but I've kinda wanted to try it, so could I ride on you to the kitchen?" She asks, giving me puppydog eyes.

"Yeah, sure." I reply, landing back down on the ground, and she jumps onto my back. She makes for a cute filly Flitter. Like, really cute. I begin trotting out of the room, and at the same time, mom emerges from hers.

"Hey Dal-" She says, but cuts off when she sees Snow on my back. "Is...is that...Snow?" She asks, pointing a finger.

"Yep! The one and only!" Snow replies cheerfully, before I even have the chance to open my mouth.

"Oh, my goodness!" Mom exclaims, taking a step back. "She can talk?!"

"Yeah, I had the same reaction mom, but this is actually quite fun. I can actually have conversations with her now!"

"Yeah! I've turned into Flitter! In the show, she's Cloudchaser's twin sister, so now me and dalton are sisters!" She says, once again, very cheerfully. I feel her scoot forward on my back, and she puts her forelegs around my neck.

"You two stay right there! I have to take a picture!" Mom coo's, running back into her room, and coming back out after a few seconds with her red Blackberry in hand. "This is going to be a keeper!" She says, as she turns it on, the dim light coming to life. She taps it a couple times, and then she turns it on its side. "Say cheeeese!" Even though I'm not very happy about this whole, being-a-pony thing, but I try to give her at least a happy smile, but not an over-happy smile which is normally used for a pic like this. On the other hoof, I bet Snow is making a biggest smile she can muster up.

"Cheeese!!"

Flash

"Got it!" Mom exclaims, singing. "D'aaww, you two look so cute!" Mom coo's, turning the phone to show me the picture. Since me and Snow are cartoon ponies now, I could make out exactly what the picture would look like, and I was right with every solitary detail. It pretty much looks like the cover picture, except Snow is on me, rather than next to me.

"I guess." I reply flatly.

"Well, you being a brony, should find this as cute." She says bluntly, with a roll of her eyes.

"I think it's cute!"  Snow exclaims, moving her head closer to the phone. Mom smiles a little, then pets Snow's head. "You can hold me if you want mom." She says, holding her hooves out to mom.

"Oh, okay." Mom reaches down, and pulls Snow up from under her legs where they meet with her body, and places her in her arms. "You're so light." Mom comments, bouncing Snow up and down a little.

"I take it you know so little about pegasai, don't you mom?"

"Yeah, I take it you're lighter too now?

"Yep." I reply with a nod.

"Um, why did you call me mom, Snow?" Mom asks.

"I've been calling you mom like a month after you guys got me." Snow replies, sniggling her head into mom's chest.

"Awe." Mom leans her head down, and gives Snow a kiss on the forehead.

"So mom. do we have any oats, veggies, and or fruits?" I ask, as my stomach growls.

"Yeah, I think so. You two are hungry I suppose. I guess it's what you'll have to eat since you two are ponies now." She replies with a shrug.

"Yeah, so why don't we go see then?" Snow says excitedly. "I wanna see what human food tastes like! That dog food was okay, but eventually it got really boring. She rolls her eyes, putting an emphasis on boring.

"Okay then." Mom replies, she turns towards the kitchen, still holding Snow in her arms.

When we get into the kitchen, mom places Snow on a counter, and begins rummaging through every cupboard that may have food in it, and the fridge. I stand there watching, like, what does she think she's even doing? Snow on the other hand is giggling her flank off. So, did her changing into Flitter like, somehow inject her with everlasting laughing gas? I don't know, and I don't think I want to, but overall it's cute beyond all compare. To be completely honest, I think it's the coolest thing ever that I can actually talk to my dog now, who has now become my little sister. I know both Cloudchaser, and Flitter were mares, but since Snow was only six, she became a filly form of Flitter. I also think it's pretty cool that my parents have already mostly adapted to me being a pony, but I'm still working on it.

After a few minutes, mom has found four bananas, two apples, six carrots, a few packages of instant oatmeal, and a head of lettuce. Looks like we're gonna need more food that fits ponies. This wouldn't last even half a day, with what we have here. This wouldn't even bee enough to last Snow a day. She eats a lot, which surprises me she's a bit heavier than average, but that extra weight is all muscle, well it used to be, since now she's a powerless filly. She hops down from the counter, and trots over to me, with her big purple eyes staring up at me. She smiles, and nuzzles the side of her face into my chest. I really want to know why she's so affectionate towards me, but with everybody else, you have to do something to get affection from her. I don't care really.

I nuzzle her back on the top of her head as mom begins to rationalize the food out for us. I head back out into the dinning room, and reach up to flip a light switch, that turns on the light in the kitchen. I don't know why they didn't put it in the kitchen, but as long as there's a light to turn on, I'm fine with it. Now, if it were a few rooms away, then that's just ridiculous! Anywho, mom gets two, plain white plates from a cupboard above the stove, and places them on the counter. She has to rub her eyes a bit since I had just turned on the light because it's gotten a little darker out. I wonder what's going through her head right now. She puts a banana and an apple and two carrots on each plate with a handful of lettuce. She takes the plates, and carries them out to the coffee table in the living room since it's shorter than the dining room table, and both me, and Snow can reach our plates.

"There you two go. Food. I know it's not much, but I've never raised ponies before, let alone one of them being my son, and the other, the family dog." She says with light chuckle, but stops soon after she sees I'm giving her the 'Are you serious' face. "Okay, I guess I might have taken it a bit far, and I'm sorry." Said mom apologetically, with a shrug.

"Nah, it's cool mom, I'm just messing with you." I reply, as I sit on the rug under the table. I don't sit under the table. I sit on the rug by the table, but the rug is under the table. Just to clear that up. Mom sits next to me, and puts an arm around my back. Snow trots over to mom, and happily takes a seat in her lap.

"Wow, I just can't get over how cute you are, Snow." Mom says softly, rubbing Her mane a bit.

"So, I wasn't cute when I was a dog?" Snow asks, quizzically.

"Yes you were, but know it's just like, oh my gawd the cuteness!!" Mom replies hysterically.

"Awe, really? Is it only because I can talk now, like you guys?"

"Well, it's also that, but eat your food now okay?" Mom takes the banana, and peels the peel peeling of the banana which is having its peel being peeled by moms peel peeling fingers. She holds into out in front of Snow's mouth. She's resistant to taking a bite since she's never had a banana in her life.

"It's not bad is it?" She asks.

"Oh my goodness you're going to love it. There isn't a single person I know of who doesn't like bananas."

"Okay mom." Snow replies, as she takes a small first bite, and her face lights up as soon as she processes the good flavor I assume. Her eyes grow wide, as she takes it from mom's hands, and shoves like half of it into her mouth, and chomps down on it. "You were frighht muhm! Rish ish reawy...really good!" She says her mouth full of banana, but pauses to swallow, then finishes what she's saying then finishes the banana.

"I know. I still think it's so adorable how you call me mom." Mom replies, hugging her new daughter.

Despite all that has happened so far, I think I'm going to enjoy being Cloudchaser. It's fun as hell to fly, even though it was really slow like, but still, being able to do something that, we as a species have dreamed of doing since the first pair of eyes were set upon a winged creature soaring through the sky. I know as soon as I get the chance, I'm going to try to fly myself, and become to first turned human to make a sonic rainboom, or just a sonic boom, Which ever happens, but I'll be happy either way, even though a sonic rainboom would be more preferable. I ponder over this as I chew on one of my three carrots. As long as I have my family, and my newly made sister, I know I'm going to have a lot of fun with this.

Chapter 4

        "So I take it I'm not the family pet anymore?" Snow asks, leaning away a bit from mom, looking her in the eye with a smile, waiting for an answer.

        "No I guess not, but would you be then?" Mom replies with a shrug.

        "Maybe a daughter?"

        "I guess that could work. What do you think Dalton?" Mom turns her gaze to me.

        "I don't have a problem with it."

        "Yay!" Snow shouts happily, hugging mom a second time. "I have a mommy again!"

        Mom smiles a little, returning Snow's hug, and running a hand through her mane. "My children are ponies." She chuckles a little at her own joke, whereas I roll my eyes.

        "Yeah, funny, mom. And my parents are humans." I joke sarcastically, causing mom to laugh even more.

        "Ye-yeah, good one, Cloudchaser!!" She points a finger at me, laughing even harder now as Snow removes herself from hugging.

        "Are you guys fighting?"

        "No Snow. Mom seems like she's a little high right now is all." I reply, watching my own mother who barely laughs, who is now having a laughing fit.

        "What does that mean?" Snow tilts her head to one side

        "It means she's being a silly filly." i smile gleefully with my response.

        "Okay then!" Said Snow happily, as she takes an apple, and eats half of it in one bite.

        "So, Dalton...have you gone to the bathroom lately?" Mom asks with a sly smirk.

        "You know what mom? for that I hope when this happens to you, that you turn into a stallion so you would know what it's like!" i bark in return, shooting a glare in her direction.

        "Me too, so I can shove my new dick in your face!"

        "..."

        "What's a dick?" Snow chirps, smiling widely.

        "OHHH, nothing dear, just a body part you will find out about when you're older." smiled mom nervously, ruffling Snows mane.

        "Okay! Hey sis, since you're Cloudchaser now, can I call you Cloudchaser? Dalton doesn't really fit you anymore." asked snow, staring deep into my eyes with her cute infested, ginormous ones.

        "Uhh, I find it awkward enough that I'm Cloudchaser, so...I'm not sure if I wanna..."

        "Peeeeaaasseee?! Snow begs, coming over to me, with her face three inches from mine cutting me off

        "Dalton, just let her. I think it's cute." Mom coos.

        "Ugh, fine. Only if I get to call you flitter." I prob a hoof on Snow's chest.

        "I was going to ask you if you could call me Flitter." Snow replies, throwing herself at me and hugs me.

        "You seem to be adjusting to this very well."

        "I think it's fun! plus I'm cuter, plus I can talk, plus I can fly, or will be able to. Plus we're sisters now, aaaaannnd-"

        "Okay, I get it Flitter! it's good for you!" I snap sarcastically, I pull her from me, putting a hoof over her mouth. But...wow, calling her Flitter all of a sudden seems...natural. not because she's turned into her, it just...feels right.

        "So what now?" mom asks. "And are you, or are you not going to finish your food, Cloudchaser...?" Mom suddenly freezes at the fact she just blurted Cloudchaser, and referred to me.

        "Umm, I don't know. I'm not really all that hungry. And why did you call me Cloudchaser?"

        "I'll just take that then." mom reaches down, and takes my plate. "And I'm not sure why I did." she shrugs, and walks off into the kitchen.

        "Hey, Cloudchaser, can we go for a walk now? I've been waiting for ages." Groans Snow, falling onto her back, in between the couch and table, her forelegs  spread out.

        "That's if mom is alright with it."

        "Aww com'on! You promised!" Snow's eyes begin to water up, as she sits up against the table in my lap.

        I open my mouth to answer when my phone's Amazing grace ringtone goes off inside my backpack.

        "Hold on a sec, I'm gonna see who's calling me." I gently remove Flitter from my lap. I think of flying, and my wings begin to flap in an even manner, as I become airborn. I turn myself to the right, towards the door, and my wings push me forward. with how fast this is, I'm probably Equestria's slowest flyer. As I get over the other couch, I slowly decline, and land softly on my hooves on the welcome home mat. The ringing from my phone continues as I fumble with the pack in my forelegs trying to open the bag.

        "Like this silly!" Flitter chirps again, as she somehow appears next to me. she takes the bag from me, and holds it in her forelegs, and grabs the zipper with her mouth, and pulls it open a little. She then shoves a hoof in the hole, and pushes it open to the other side. Then she holds the bag out to me.

        "uhh, thanks." I take the backpack, reaching inside, feeling around for my phone. when I find it, it's on its 6th ring, and by defying gravity and the laws of physics, I pull the phone out, with it flat on my hoof. I come to find the caller is Kevin, and I use my other hoof to tap the talk button, and I hold the phone up to my ear, which feels weird. Of course with them being on top of my head rather than the side. "H-hello?" I say softly into the mouth piece. my phone is one of those small iPods everypony at school uses. wait. Did I just say everypony?

        "Dalton" A quiet voice asks.  So quiet I cant tell who it is, or what gender this person is.

        "Y-yeah it's...its me. Is this Kevin?"

        "Yeah. Everything alright? You don't seem to well. Are you okay?"

        "I'm fine, just a little nervous. Did...did you see the news?"

        "I did. I guess this whole thing started yesterday, and they just found out I guess."

        "It happened to Snow too. you know. My dog. She can talk now and everything."

        "that's... cool I guess, but uh, it happened to me too..."

        There is a long pause of silence. Who knows what he must be going through right now. Does anyone else but me know about it?

       "H-how is that going for you? Who did you turn into?"

       "I looked online and I guess I turned into this one named Lightning Dust." He...She says with a long sigh.

        "Lucky."

        "When are we going for our walk?" Snow asks.

       "Just a minute." I whisper back.

       "Okay."

       "How am I lucky?!" Kevins voice rising, and now I can definetly tell its Lightning Dust.

        "Well, if you learn to fly, you'll be the only one who is just about as fast as Rainbow Dash who I told you can break the sound barrier. So I guess that would be a good thing."

        "Really? I could break the sound barrier? How? with these little wings?"

        "Looks can be deceiving. I'm stuck as one of the slowest flyers. Lucky me."

        "So, do we still have to go to school?"

        "I don't know, but I'm gonna take Snow, or should I say Flitter out for a walk."

        "Sure. Who's Flitter?"

        "Who Snow turned into. We're twin sisters now, Since Cloudchaser, and Flitter are twins in the show."

        "Okay. Do you think your parents would mind if I were to stay at your place for a while? having Christian parents makes me the devil now."

        "I can ask my parents. Where are you now?"

        "I'm actually on your block right now. I figured that since you trusted me with this that I could trust you maybe. Two legged walking isn't all that easy either."

        "I bet. Are you gonna be alright? I mean we aren't even guys anymore."

        "Who Ya talking to?" I hear a voice ask. I crane my neck around to see my dad coming into the living room.

        "Kevin." I reply

        "I don't know Dalton. I'm having mixed emotions right now." replied Kevin sadly. "I'm gonna let you go now. I'm almost to your house."

        "bye." I hang up the phone, and tuck it back in my backpack.

        "What did he want?" dad asks, walking over to me.

        "It happened to him too." I reply, looking up to my towering father who looks like a giant now, from my sitting position.

        "I wonder how many people have changed by now." he lets out a long sigh, and crouches down, and sits back on his haunches.

        "His parents kicked him out, and he wants to know if he could stay here. Or should I say she."

        He's about to answer when here comes a knocking at the door. I can tell its Kevin since the knock came from such a low origin, and made a low clopping sound. I stand up on all fours, and turn to face the door. Won't be able to reach the knob from here, and think how hard it would be to turn the knob.

        "Let me get it." dad says, getting up, and making his way around me. He turns the lock on the knob, and opens the door. On the other side is a pony in a dark brown hoodie, with the hood up, and Jean pants. "What do you need?" asks dad firmly.

        "My human body back." says the pony, reaching a sleeved foreleg up, and removes the hood.

        "Well you came to the wrong place bud." dad says softly

        "Dad it's Kevin." I snap, opening the screen door. Kevin walks in without another word, heading for the couch where she sits, hanging her head with a sad expression.

        "The things my parents said to me." she says softly, as I make my way over to her, sitting next to her. I see tears beginning to build up in her eyes, and she turns her head away, shutting them.

        "What happened, and what did you mean by two legged?"

        "My dad shot at me with his shot gun, and one of the pellets hit me." She pulls up the right pant leg, revealing half of the leg, covered in bloody bandages. "I was up in my room watching Worlds funniest home videos, which you know that show pulls me into a trance and I don't even know what's going on around me." She turns her head back to me, despair in her eyes.

       "Yeah, I know." I reply softly.

       "Well, my mom came up to bring me my dinner as always, and when she came in, she pretty much screamed at the top of her lungs. It was then I noticed I was half pony. My legs had changed, this...tail was next to me, and half of me was covered in fur." Kevin sighs again, but is soon being hugged by Snow, who once again, seemed to appear out of nowhere.

       "It's gonna be okay. I know what it's like to be shot." said snow reassuringly, placing her head on Kevin's chest. Kevin can't help but daww at the situation, and returns the favor. Now mom comes out of the kitchen. She was probably washing the dishes while I was on the phone.

       "What's all this I hear about being shot?" she asks worriedly.

       "Kevin's dad shot him." Dad replies before I even had the chance to open my mouth.

       "Oh! How rude!" mom comes over and wraps Kevin and Snow in her arms. "Let me see." mom removes herself, and sits on the table to examine Kevin's leg, carefully grasping it with only her fingertips. After a few more seconds she stands back up. "It didn't go all the way through, so it's still in your leg, and by how much blood there is, it does seem to be that you it an artery. if that was so, you wouldn't have made it here."

        "How do you know?" Kevin asks.

        "I used to be a doctor. It was for a very short time though. Eventually all of the flesh and blood stuff I had to deal with, had me puking my guts out. but I did do a few operations with people who got shot."

        "Okay. And I was wondering that since my parents kicked me out, if I could stay here for a while."

        "You stay as long as you need. Don't need you out there with a wound like that." Mom beasties her hand at Kevin's leg. she then pulls Kevin into another hug, running her hand through her mane.

        "Thanks. You guys really have been more of a family to me than mine." Kevin replies, returning the hug.

        "So I guess we won't be going for a walk today, will we Dalton?" Snow looks at me, watery eyes again.

        "I don't think so. But we can get up early for one before I have to go to school. I assume since this is a worldwide thing, they will still want teachers and students alike to go."

        "okay then." she replies sadly, looking down.

        "Yeah, but in the mean time, you two should get to bed." Said dad, before he heads back into his room.

        "Your father has to go to work again. he's taking somebody else's shift because they had a funeral to go to I guess. Right now I'm going to go Set up some blankets in your room for Kevin to sleep on. Unless he's okay with the couch, which I don't recommend since he could fall and hurt his leg."

       "So what are we going to do about the bullet?" asked Kevin.

       "I'll get some tweezers, remove the bullet and stitch it up. Be right back." Mom walks from the dinning room, and into the hall on the other side of the living room, with Snow following right behind her.

       "So, if I do learn to fly and everything you think I could really break the sound barrier?" Kevin looks to me with his new yellow eyes.

       "Lightning Dust is a side character and only appeared in a couple episodes, which in the one called "Wonderbolt academy" you would see that she and RD are pretty much the same, but they never had Lightning Dust break the sound barrier, but I assume she could."

       "Sounds cool. Did Rainbow Dash ever do it?"

       "I forget what the episode was called. But Rainbow Dash was in this race I think that Rarity really wanted to watch, so Twilight used a spell to give her magic wings Since rarity being a unicorn, can't fly. Plus the stadium was far in the sky. Anyway, the sun had burned off those wings, sending Rarity plummeting to her doom, and three of the Wonderbolts, Soarin, Spitfire, and some other one try to save her, but with Rarity flailing the way she was, she ended up knocking them unconscious."

       "Sounds intense. Seriously. I'm interested." Kevin chuckles a bit, smiling a little. "First I turn into one, then I become interested in the show itself."

       "Yeah, I know that feeling. But anywho, Rainbowdash also saw it, and she had been flying really high at such a high speed, so I don't know how she saw. But she did, and she rocketed down, and you could see like this cone begin to form around her, and her face was all over man, like you couldn't tell it was a face!" I laugh a bit for my own silliness. "She was about to slow down cause of the force she was flying against. But she did break the sound barrier, making a sonic rainbow which is a rainbow colored ring that is made., and right before hitting the ground, she was able to catch four ponies like that, I have no idea how, and that's how she first broke the sound barrier."

       "Wow. Now that I hear you say it, I wanna see it!"

       "Heh. Never thought you turning into a pony would make you want to SEE the show. I mean you of all people...and...ponies, would want to even THINK about it!"

       He shrugs in return, once again, having nothing to say, like usual. Or should I say she?

        "I dunno. but, man this wound really hurts!" She rubs her hind leg with a hoof as an attempt to probably ease the pain. I've never been shot before, but I was told it feels like sompony takes a knife and stabs you, then holds a lighter on the gash.

        "Due. Its a piece of metal stuck in your leg. it's gonna hurt."

        "Yeah, shut up. Ugh where's your mom. with the tweezers?"

        "I don't know, but I all of a sudden don't feel to well..."

       My stomach growls and constricting pain begins to occur.

       "well, what's wrong with you now?" Kevin gives me an annoyed look.

       "I feel like I'm gunna barf." and before I know it, I'm galloping to the bathroom.

Barfs and kisses and unicorns.

        After I had my date with the toilet, I decided it's best I go to bed. It's late, I don't feel well, and I'm tired as it is. I'd feel guilty leaving Lighting Dust out there like that, but mom's gonna take care of her I hope. Before I go to be, I at least gotta get rid of the taste of vomit in my mouth.

        "Daddy, er, I mean sis, are you okay?!" The young Flitter said with a sense of worry in her sweet little tone, as she pretty much tackle hugs my right foreleg.

        "Yeah, I'm okay...just need something to drink." I hug the small filly back, which gets me wondering. Cloudy and Flitter were both mares, but she's a filly, and I'm a mare. Either way, it doesn't matter.

        "Okay, good! I like it that we can actually talk to each other now, Cloudy."

        "Believe me, I like it too little sis." I ruffle her mane a little, and then make my way to the kitchen.

        "How's Kevin doing, mom?" I ask as I pass by.

        "He...or she's doing fine. Just gotta stitch this hole up." Kevin rolls her eyes upon being referee to as a female. Mom fiddles with her needle, and string, as she tries to stick the string through the hole of the needle. "Darn it! Why can't they make this easier? I don't get how old people can do this."

        "Me either, mom." I smirk as I'm about to head into The kitchen when something bounces on me.

        "Hi, sis!" Flitters voice is heard.

        "Hey, could you not jump on me? I just threw up, okay? You can stay there but just don't jump on me again."

        "Okay...sorry Cloudy." She says with a sad expression.

        "I'm not mad, just letting you know, okay?" I give her a little nuzzle on the cheek and she does the same.

        "Cloudy, do you like being a pony? I know I do!" Said flitter exidetly as she hugs my neck.

        "I do too, just wish I could have been a stallion. Other than that, it's just fine! Just need to adjust to this a little and things will be back to normal! Well except being human. But I don't really care which species I am."

        "That's good! I love you Cloudy!"

        "I love you too, little sister." We nuzzle cheeks again as I finally get my drink. Well I just need to do a little mission impossible first.

        As soon as you get into the kitchen, the cups are in the cupboard to the left by the fridge.

        "Flit, you're gonna have to get off for a moment."

        "No, you're sick, I'll get you a cup!" She jumps from my back onto the counter, then to the top of the fridge.

        "Be careful!"

        "I know, I am!" She says, and that's when one of her hind legs slips off. "Whoopsie! Good thing I have three other legs to hold myself up!" She giggles a little and climbs back up and successfully grabs a cup. How the f*** do you grab things with hooves!?

        She then jumps down onto the counter and trots along it to the sink, turning the water on and filling the cup half way up.

        "Thanks, sis!" I give her a smile as I take the cup from her. I just touched my hoof to it, and it stayed. How...just how? I stare at it, trying to figure out how it works. I give up after the first minute, and enjoy the coolness of fresh cold tap water flowing down my throat. "That was nice. Want the rest?" I hold the cup out to her with half of what was there.

        "Sure! Thankies!" She smiles warmly and gulps down the rest of the water.

        Jumping down from the counter, she slowly climbs to my back. "I'm tired, da- Cloudy." She yawn as she lays down.

        "Me too. Wanna hit the hay?"

        "Mmhmm." She curls herself into a ball, and closes her eyes.

        "Okay." I can't help but smile at her adorableness. "Why am I a filly and you're a mare?" She asks.

        "I was wondering that myself, but it doesn't matter, right?"

        "Not really." She yawns. "Let's just go to bed."

        I nod as I leave the kitchen. "Mom, me and Snow are going to bed."

        "Okay, goodnight." She says, as she stitches up Lightnings wound. I see her wincing in pain since mom has no antiseptic.

        With a nod I make my way towards my room. As I pass by mom and dad's room I hear dad snoring, but it sounds more high pitched, and female. Maybe it's my sleepiness getting to me, I don't know. I can barely keep my eyes open. I hardly make it to my bed without passing out just like that.

        I sigh a little, as I turn my head, and grab Flitter by the scruff of her neck in my teeth, and place her on the bed. She moans slightly from the sudden movement. I climb in after her, and get nice and cozy under the covers, holding her close. "Goodnight Flitter."

        "Goodnight Cloudy." She snuggles closer to me, and sighs happily with a small smile, resting her head under my chin.

        "Hey, wake up!" a fimiliar voice is heard. "Come on, kid, wake up!" I get the feeling of shaking, as my eyes slowly begin to open.

        With a groan, I sit up, and stretch my arms out, extending my fingers out. Wait, I thought I had hooves!

My eyes shoot open, and I see hands. I'm me again! I check my hole body, seeing how everything is the way it should be.

        "Hey, we don't have all day!" The voice says, more clearer now.

        I look towards the source of the voice, and I see Cloudchaser standing in front of my. She's standing in what looks like a field of long grass, and it appears to be morning. I also notice I'm sitting up against some sort of an oak tree, shading me and Cloduchaser from the sun.

        "Where are we?" I ask. I can remember not going to sleep outside. Cause I know very well I went to sleep in my bed.

        "In your mind...I think. I don't really know. But that's not important!"

        "Then, what is?"

        "Discord has gone and started his evil tricks again. Turning your race of people into us, and we get stuck in the minds of people who have, and it's boring! So, you turned into me, and now I'm stuck in my own brain! Also, your memories have merged with mine. I see you find me attractive."

        "What? What are you talking about?"

        "You drew some picture of me as a cross of my species and your species, and Based on what I San, you were going for going for making it attractive, plus you've kept it with you." She gives me a little glare which in short time turns back to a neutral expression

        "That? No I just did that cause I was bored and got stick with all my other drawings of ponies cars and dragons and stuff."

        "Am I attractive?" She asks while blushing. I cant lie.

        "Yeah." Goddamit! I wasn't supposed to tell anybody that! At least I don't clop.

        "What about me is attractive?" She steps closer, smiling.

        "Your...your mane."

        "I guess that could be it. I do try to keep my mane at its best. Is there anything else?" She places her hooves on my chest, and pushes herself against me.

        "Youre eyes are pretty too, and you're pretty fit. Then again you're a Pegasus. And you're kinda making me uncomfortable."

       "Oh, shut up, you cuddled with my sister you can do the same for me." She lays on my chest, and nuzzles my cheek.

       "Cause it was my dog who turned into your sister, and she loves cuddles. But I guess it won't do much harm to cuddle with you as well." I shrug and wrap my arms around her as she sighs with a smile.

      "I think you're attractive too."

      "Wanst there something you wanted to tell me?"

      "I did. Plus Celestia is trying to fix this, she said."

      "In my world, right?"

      "No, Celestia is in Canterlot. Why would she he here?"

      "The creator of your show turned into her. And from what you told me, the real Celestia is trapped in her mind."

      "Then who's....

     "Chrysalis!" We both say in unison.

     "Attractive, and smart!" She giggles and nuzzles me again. "I like you." She smiles again, and kisses my cheek.

      "I do too, but as a friend." I give her a stern expression.

     "Oh, stop playing hard to get! You know you like me! How you always caressed that picture of me. Well the real thing is right here."

        "Fine. I do like you, but I'm not doing that, and we're not getting into a relationship."

        "Please!? You're single anyway!"

        "No. From what I see here, you're just gonna use me for sex, which I'm not doing."

        "No I wouldn't! I just wanna get to know you, then maybe move towards that later. We can start slow if you want to! Please?"

        "No! Besides it's wrong for my species to do that kind of stuff with a different species."

        "Fine." She sighs, and sniffs a little, then she begins to walk off. "I just wanted to see what you were like."

        "Okay, maybe we can get into that, but not now, we just met, and that would be weird if we dated the first time we speak to each other."

        "Okay. C-can I just have a quick kiss? Before you go?"

        "Fine."

        "Yay!" She squees, tackle hugging me. She then procceeds to meet her lips with mine. I miss her back, but just for a second. She tries to go longer, but I don't want to. That kiss was just so wrong on so many levels. I pull away from her. "Hey, I wasn't done yet!"

        "I was. You got your kiss, so can I wake up now?"

        "Whatever." She walks away again as my vision starts to go white, then black.

        When I wake up, Flitter is laying on top of me. Awe, how cute. I just can't believe I kisses Cloudchaser! Ugh that was so gross!

        [i"Hey, I'm very good at kissing! You're just playing hard to get!"i]

        Oh geez. Now she can talk to me when I'm NOT sleeping. And, No I'm not playing hard to get. I don't want a relationship!

"But I thought..."

        Yes I said it but I don't want one. I said maybe so maybe I will have a change of heart sometime.

"Whatever."

        I just woke up. Can we talk about this later?

"Fine."

        Thank you!

        Now, then, I move flitter off my chest and onto the bed. She stirs a little before settling down again. I go to the bathroom, and like every morning, I relieve myself. Hard part was trying to find a good position on the toilet since I'm a female equine who seems to be rather obsessed with me.

"Hey, I am not obsessed!"/i]

Ignoring mode has been switched to 'on'.

"Oh, nice! Real mature!"

I clean myself up, and I'm about to go back to bed until...

"AAAAHHHHH!!!"

"Mom?" Confused as to why she screamed, I barge into their room, and what I see makes me almost faint. Normally I'm not allowed to go in their room this early, but I think this should be a valid time to break the rules.

In dad's spot on the bed is a Hyperventilating Sweetie Belle.