Do you like ponies?

by Solstice87

Rating: everyone
Tags: Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Slice of Life, Alternate Universe, Human
Length: 8655

Thanks to some idiots in Chicago, me and my friends are turning into our OCs. This is not going to be good.

Yeah, so one day surfing the interwebs for pony stuff (ahem,ahem FANFICS ahem ahem), I passed out, and when I woke up, my hair had a great big blue streak in it. At least it was finally long. So yeah, I'm turning into my OC and it's really uncomfortable. Just so you know.

This story is part of the OTVerse.

Pre-read and edited (partially) by the ever-amazing Graglithan the Greater, GreyCait, and Bluemoon1996.

Published 2015-02-16 17:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-07-24 21:44:02 UTC

8:00am

So before I get into this recount of what is happening, You should know a few things. My name is Toni. And currently every brony and pegasister in the world is turning into their OC. That includes me, even though I'm a closet pegasister. This might just be the worst thing to ever happen in my entire life.

7:56am, Monday, October 7th. Salt Lake City, Utah
University for Classical and Modern Arts
Beginner Clothing Design and Construction

I'm supposed to be planning my line of clothing for the upcoming fashion show. Instead, I'm reading My Little Pony fanfictions while listening to my favorite musical artist, Zedd. Every time the professor comes near, I switch back to my plan and make a few tweaks. But yeah, I'm mostly reading fanfiction. Let me introduce myself. My name is Antonia, but I really hate it, so everyone calls me Toni. I'm 18 years old, and just beginning college. I have a major in Fashion Design, and a minor in Illustration.

I am also a fan of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.

There is only a few friends I've told that I'm a pegasister, and those are my best friends in the whole world. Their names are London Rickman, Michael Brooks, Douglas Rivera, and Becca Camp. Also my mother, but she doesn't know much about it.

So I was sitting there, with Zedd transitioning to The Living Tombstone, and I realize the music stops for a second. I stare at the screen of my laptop, thinking it might just be a bad internet connection, when the screen transitions to pure white. I'm staring at it for a second uncomprehendingly when I hear the bang. And my entire vision goes white.

"Toni!... Toni!... TONIFORGOODNESSAKESWAKEUPTHISISYOURTEACHERSPEAKINGYOUNGLADY!"

You know what? I can't remember a thing. And now my teacher is screaming at me. Also, I seem to have a slight itch on the back of my neck. It's probably nothing.

I apologize to the teacher, and promise to work harder. Wait... Why is she looking at me so weird? Huh. The itch is intensifying. And now she's telling me to go to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. Why not.

I walk down the stairs to the bathroom and enter. I look at myself in to mirror, not comprehending what I'm seeing. There is a giant blue streak in my hair. I'm sorry, I should probably tell you what my real reaction was.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH! WHY IS THERE A BLUE STREAK IN MY HAIR! MY MOM IS GOING TO KILL ME!" I sigh and say to myself, "Okay... deep breaths... deeeeep breaths....
caaaalm.......itsnotworkingitsnotworkingitsnotworkingAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I blow out air through my lips, making a sound that sounds like, "ppppppptttttttttttttppppbbbbbbbb........ Okay.... Brooks probably did this. This is just a harmless prank. I'll wash it out tonight."

As I head back to class, I wonder why Brooks would want to do this. He's a brony, and maybe he saw me drawing my OC in illustration class... yeah. That must be it. I rub my face and walk in the door to class, checking my watch. It reads 8:03. I'll prank Brooks back later. Right now I have a fanfic to read.

As I sprint into the Illustration classroom, the bell rings. Mr. Kelly barely looks up from his desk at the front and says, "Point five seconds late, Miss Daniels. Be more prompt next time."

"Yessir..."I sigh as I take my seat next to Douglas. I mostly am friends with bronies and pegasisters, and Douglas Rivera is a brony. He's so cute, kind of like a boy-human version of Fluttershy.

He leans over to me and whispers, "Hey... Toni? I... kinda need to ask you something considering the fandom..."

"Sure, Douglas, what is it?"

"Are you... I mean... Um.... Well, Have you... Has anything... weird happened to you this morning? Like starting about 8 am?" He stuttered, looking away from me.

I stare at him in disbelief. "Um...yeah, I blacked out, and when I woke up, I had a giant blue streak in my hair and the back of my neck really itched... but does that count as weird to you?"

"I.. I suppose... can I talk to you after class?" He asks shyly.

"No problem", I say smiling. As I turn to the front, where Mr. Kelly is calling attendance, I frown as I see Brooks wearing a beanie. Brooks doesn't like beanies. In fact, to be blunt, he hates them. He prefers snapbacks, even in the winter. Then I notice something really weird. His beanie is moving. Like something is twitching underneath it. I'll ask him about it later. Or now. As Mr. Kelly tells us to open our laptops and get started, I open the fanfiction website again, and send Brooks a private message.

TonidoesFANfics: Hey, Brooks, what's up? Your beanie is twitching.

MichaelBrooksbutcallmebrooks: Oh, eff, it is?

TonidoesFANfics: Yeah. It is.

At that, Brooks' hands shoot up to his head, feeling the twitching stuff down. His hands returned to the keyboard, typing another message to me.

MichaelBrooksbutcallmebrooks: Is it done?

TonidoesFANfics: Yeah, it's barely noticeable. What's going on with it anyway?

MichaelBrooksbutcallmebrooks: I'll tell you after class, but you have to promise not to freak out.

TonidoesFANfics: Somehow my part of my hair is dyed blue, and my mom is going to kill me later. I'm past freaking out.

MichaelBrooksbutcallmebrooks: Good. Bring Douglas, too.

I look at his last message, and wonder why he would want Douglas there too. Whatever. I quickly message him back, telling him where to go and what exact time. I switch back to my drawing of Alexander the third of Russia, and pull on my headphones. I'm not sure what to feel with these recent events, but I just shrug it off. "Go with the Flow" is pretty much my trademark. There is no situation my friends have come up with that I couldn't fix, (except when London let loose a bunch of cats in a pet store with a dog adoption day going on, claiming, "they deserve to be free!") and I planned to fix this one. But first, I had to wash this dye out of my hair.

Author's Note

New story! Wa ha ha ha ha! I got so much inspiration from another story. It is awesome so far. so I decided to make a OTVerse story myself. Yay.

Visit from Stealle Speeder

So after class, I had a short amount of time to take a nap in my dorm. This turned out to be a bad idea. An extremely bad idea.

As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was whisked away to a place I had often dreamed about. The Golden Guardian's palace. A massive soaring number, with the roof open to the beautiful night sky. Portals to other worlds lined the walls, and Stealle Speeder, my OC, just walked out of one of them. She opened her wings wide, and a chair appeared behind me to sit in. She raised an eyebrow at me, and looked at the chair, obviously meaning for me to sit down.

"How did you do that? You don't have unicorn magic." I asked her.

She smiled, and she opened her mouth to say,"This is the dream world. Anything can happen here. Did you not learn this while you were young?"

"I'm not good with rhetorical questions! Now, can you tell me why my friends are acting all weird?!"

"As you wish,"She said, "Well, all I can tell you for now is that you will slowly be transforming into me. Even as you sleep, you are developing pony ears."

"WHAT!"

"Oh, you'll still be able to hear fine, if not better. Your friends are also developing features similar to their Original Characters, and soon you and them will look exactly like us. I will try to visit whenever you sleep, but when you become fully me, I will cease to exist. That's just how it works," she added, seeing my jaw drop open in horror.

"Um-okay-uh-what?"

"Do not worry. You will find out what- and why-this is happening soon. Look out for your friends. Especially Michael." She smiled sadly.

"Brooks? But why?"

"His 'big man' act is just that- an act. He will try to act confident, but this is shaking him to the core, secretly."

One of the portals began to shake in it's spot on the wall. Stealle Speeder looked at it, then turned back to me. "I must go. I have already spent too much time here. Remember: take care of your friends." And with that, she leaped back through the portal.

"Hey! Wait! I still have more questions!" I yelled after her as the room disappeared in a wave of white.

I snapped my head off the pillow, and tumbled out of bed to get to the mirror. I managed to untangle myself from the blankets, and rushed to the bathroom. When I got in there, I stared at my refection's ears- my ears.

They were on top of my head, perched right on top of my blue-and-yellow hair. The light silver color merged perfectly with my hair, creating a amazing combination. I sighed, and headed into my room to grab my favorite grey hat. Even if someone noticed the ears, they would think they were a part of the hat. Unfortunately, my roommate, Rebecca, (who had fangs at the moment) was standing in the middle of the kitchen. She glanced at me, then up to my ears, freezing as she beheld the non-human anomaly.

I sighed again, (maybe for the 20th time that day), and said, "Okay... scream, shout, call the police... I really don't care anymore."

Meeting my eyes, She managed to choke out, "It-It's happening to me, too... these fangs are real."

I glanced at the fangs situated in the her mouth, and asked, "Anything else?"

She nodded numbly, and turned around to reveal a fuzzy orange werewolf tail sticking out of the back of her pencil skirt.

I clapped my hand to my forehead, and went looking for my hat. Becca followed me, asking more questions.

"Who else has this happened to?"
"Is it just bronies and pegasisters?"
"Why is this happening?"

Finally, I turned around with my hat, and answered, "I don't... really know. But we're going to find out. TO THE COMPUTER!"

As I opened Google, I typed in , 'people developing pony parts' What I found was a landfill. Turns out, Becca was right. This was only happening to bronies and pegasisters. Some two idiots had made this happen, when a science project had been hooked up to a computer downloading a MLP:FIM episode. They were holding a convention in Chicago for all the people who had been affected. Also, did I mention I live in SALT LAKE CITY in UTAH? Yeah? Okay. Just wanted to clarify that that is in Illinois, while we are about, hmm, roughly 1,399 MILES from there. It took 20 hours to get there in a car! And everybody knows that I have barely enough money to fly myself there, not whatever friends I happened to pick up. A plane, while a really short time, cost $175 or more!

I turned to Becca and said, "You're helping pay for gas."

Her only response was a "AWWWWWWWW YEEEEAAAAAAHH"

(she's a hardcore partier)

"... so yeah, Becca was right, and now we're going to Chicago. Any questions?" I finished recounting the events from when I fell asleep to the find on a website to all of my friends.

London, Douglas, and Brooks stared in shocked silence, while Becca was nodding, looking very smug with herself.

Douglas took a deep breath, and rolled up his sleeves, showing blue fur. Meanwhile, Brooks took off his had to reveal ears that looked slightly...like...Tirek's.... Dang it, Brooks.

"So... let me guess... London, your OC is a...what exactly?"

"A unicorn. I just don't know why I don't have my horn yet. I want." She said, letting her bottom lip hang.

"Okay... Becca, your OC is a werewolf-pony-thing?"She nodded, confirming. "Douglas, your OC is a earth pony?"

"Right on topic." He grinned.

"Nice. And Brooks, your OC is a centaur, isn't it?"

"Yes. I liked the way Tirek was designed in Twilight's Kingdom, so I designed my OC after him." He said, while smirking.

I frowned, but was cut short by a uncomfortable feeling right between my shoulder blades. London clapped her hand to her mouth, and squealed.

"Toni! Take off your jacket!"She eagerly quipped.

"Okay..." I obediently took off my jacket. I was only wearing a tank top underneath, so I felt an immediate relief in my back. London squealed, and started bouncing around.

I frowned. Everypony was staring at the space behind me.

Since when have you said everypony?

And I'd like to declare myself ready for a mental hospital now.

Like that would happen. You only just started talking to yourself.

Shut up brain.

They're staring at your wings. Great big silver things, they are.

Stop speaking shakespearian.

Either way, I grabbed at the space behind me, and came up with something muscular, and covered with feathers. I released the... thing, and pulled out a compact out of my purse. I held it up to my shoulder, and, sure enough, there was a silver wing. I tried to move it, and it extended to full length. I moved them again, and they snapped to place. They would be too small to use until I got smaller.

I tried to smile, but it came out more of a grimace. "Alright, gang, in the car! We're going to Chicago, and all of you are helping me pay for gas!"

"Awww, Toniiiii......"

Author's Note

Eeyup.

Everybody else's point of view

From Douglas' point of view

When Toni's wings unfurled from her back, I immediately thought-

Ohmigoshshesbeautiful.

I though you liked Becca?

Shut up brain. You were wrong. Or I was wrong? I don't care.

You're gonna freak her out, staring at her like that.

It was true. Toni was staring at me like I was crazy. After she had inspected the wings, she told all of us that we were gonna help pay for gas. Of course I acted disappointed, but I was too captivated by the silvery wings on her back. As she started to lead the way to the car, I got a really bad itch on my neck, just below my hairline.

I told everypony else that I had to go to the bathroom, then escaped. When I got there, I looked in the mirror to find that my usual cut short, brown hair had transformed into a shockwave of green. The green hair went down my neck in a laid-back style. So now I had a mane.

I frowned. Maybe Brooks, Becca, and London were going through a change, too. All of the changes had happened at about the same time, so I wondered why I only had two symptoms now instead of Becca and Toni, who now had three. Maybe it had something to do with the age of the group. I was the oldest, at 19 and 11 months. Brooks followed with 19 years and three months. London was 18 years old and 9 months. Toni was the second youngest, being 18 and three months. Becca just turned 18, having skipped a grade in elementary school.

But that's not the point.

I know.

You have a mane man! And fur!

I'm aware of that! Shut up brain!

You're telling yourself to shut up.

Oh, por el amor de dios.

Breaking out the spanish, huh?

And with that irritating thought, I decided to rejoin the group.

London's point of view

While Douglas headed off to the bathroom, I was dealing with some head pain.

My forehead felt as if someone was pushing a spike through it from the inside. However, this spike felt... weird. I felt as if I was discovering a new part of myself that I hadn't know about myself before. A magical, mysterious self.

Finally, the pain passed and I was able to stand up strait again. Toni looked altogether unaffected, but Becca was holding onto the side of her head, while wolf ears grew out of the top of her head. Brooks now had horns on top of his head along with his ears. Toni glanced at me, and held out her contact wordlessly. I looked at my reflection, and squealed with delight. I finally had my horn! It was the exact one that was on my OC, dark purple at the bottom, then fading to a light lilac. I spun around, clutching the contact to my chest.

I gave the contact back to Toni, who gave it to Brooks and Becca. They needed to see their new additions. But that's not important! I have magic now! This is awesome!

You can't use it yet though.

And I have a voice in my head? This is fun! I like today!

Sha right. It's going to get worse.

Whatever!

I turned to Toni, and concentrated on making her float. She laughed, and flapped her wings a few times to make herself hover, knowing what I was doing. She might have a bunch of new college friends, but I was her oldest friend, and therefore we had the strongest bond.

Douglas came back toward us, his hair now green and going down his neck like a mane. Also- wait- was he smaller? Oh well. I'll tell him later, in the car.

So It's a few hours later, and I decided to take a nap in the car. No one said it was against the rules. Plus, I'll get to see Fortune Carnival again! Yay!

I'm standing in a big room. There's balloons hanging from the ceiling, and Fortune Carnival is letting ponies out a door.

She finishes letting them out, and trots over to me. Fortune Carnival is a lilac unicorn, with a bit (equestria's system of money) over a cake as her cutie mark. Her tail is strait, and really long!

She reaches me, and says, "So now that you have your horn, do you wanna learn some magic?"

"Buck yeah, I do!"

For... I don't know how long, Fortune Carnival teaches me magic. Through the process she tells me, "Now, you'll only be able to use beginner's magic for now. As you become more like me, you'll be able to use more advanced magic. It'll be lot's of fun!"

Sure, If you want to be a pony forever.

Ah, there you are, sarcastic brain counterpart! I wondering where you had gone!

Hmmph.

Fortune Carnival smiles at me, and says, "It's time for you to wake up. You've been asleep all night, and you're almost to Lincoln, Nebraska. Your friends will tell you what happened when you wake up."

"What happened? Are they alright?"

"Yes and no. Another change has overcome you all, and the group will need your humor to keep them sane."

And with that, everything wipes away, like someone is erasing an artwork they're not pleased with.

Brooks' point of view

I snorted as I glanced back at London, who was curled up in a fetal position, sleeping. The car was more Toni's van, which was really big, because she had fashion shows often, and needed somewhere to put the outfits and various other things. Today, though, Toni was driving, with Douglas sitting shotgun. Becca and I were sitting in two separate chairs in the middle, and London was in the back-backseat with all the luggage. We had nowhere else to put it. I turned back to the front, leaned over and asked Toni,

"Hey... How long is it going to take for us to get there?"

"About twenty hours. Rest while you can, you'll be driving once we reach Missouri. Douglas is going to drive once we reach Cheyenne."

I sat back, satisfied. But I looked over at Becca, and noticed she looked rather tense.

"Becca... It's going to be alright." I whisper.

She looks at me, and whispers back, "But once we get to Chicago? We're driving there. We better drive faster if we want a hotel. Most people will be flying in. We'll have nowhere to sleep."

I nod, and resume my-staring-out-of-the-window-into-space routine. Soon I notice a gas station coming up on the GPS.

"Toniiii... can we get some drinks? And a snack? I'm thirsty." I whine.

She doesn't even nod assent, she just pulls into the station when it comes up. I take one last look at the GPS, and see that we're almost to Cheyenne. Douglas will be taking the wheel soon.

Douglas goes into the station as Toni fills up the tank. Out of all of us, he looks the most human. He returns with Dr.Pepper for Toni, Sprite for him, Coke for me, Diet Coke for Becca, and grape juice for London. I don't get her obsession with it. She always requests grape juice, no matter where we are. Douglas disperses the drinks while Toni finishes filling up the tank. We still have a while to go.

We all clamber back into the car, and, I don't know about anypony else, but I'm seized with a giant wave of nausea. I manage to close the door, and sit in my seat, trying not to throw up. There's a ripping sound while something soft and... furry? Wraps around me. I glance down and see my own freaking tail curled up next to me. I'd like to hand this off to Becca now. My mind is having problems computing with what's going on around it.

Becca's point of view

My mind has exploded. I hope you don't mind me refraining from this chapter. Because, you know, my brain has exploded.

Toni says to stop being so melodramatic. I'm not going to write in this chapter anyway. See ya.

Author's Note

BTW: Oh, por el amor de dios means oh, for goodness sakes.

1000 miles of beer on the wall

From Becca's point of view

So Toni is saying that I still have to contribute to the story at some point, and she told me I have to do it now. ugh. So yeah, I'm Rebecca Camp. I shortened my name to Becca when I realized that, if you're in a crowded party, you can't just shout, "REBECCA!" to find me. Because there are usually a ton of Rebeccas, but almost no Beccas.

Also, since no one seems to have described themselves by now, I guess I'll describe their physical appearances for you. And since I'm a statistical major, I'm going to present it in scientific format.

Toni Daniels: Blond hair that now has a streak of blue in it.

Now has pony ears.

Closet Pegasister

Tall

Caucasian

Big feet. Like really Big. She's like a size fifteen in womens.

High cheekbones.

Tries not to show that much emotion.

Moderate...Bust?

REALLY tiny waist

Usually wears jacket and some cartoon tank top with jeans

Can eat a ton of food

Now has Pegasus wings

London Rickman: Small

Long brown hair

Dancer, along with Horse Back Riding Trainer

Now has pony ears

Now has unicorn horn

Is too energetic

Toni's oldest friend

For some reason likes the Hamster Dance song?

Might like sugar more than people. (who am I kidding, she loves parties, she loves people)

Like a miniature Pinkie Pie.

Has a lot of muscles.

Is a total workaholic.

Loves adventures of any kind.

Will do anything for anyone, as long as they're her friend.

Me- Becca Camp: Moderate height

Loves partying

Long, dyed, pink hair

Now has werewolf ears

Now has fangs

Now has a tail

Feels like freaking out at the moment

Doesn't like writing

African- American, and proud of it!

Am addicted to science and statistics

Okay, I'm done now.

Michael Brooks: Go listen to "The Man", and you'll know everything you need to know about him.

Bulky (played football for a while)

Brown hair.

Now has a tail.

Now has centaur ears.

Now has centaur horns.

That's all. I definitely do not think he's cute at all.

*AHEM*

Douglas Rivera: Almost like Fluttershy EXACTLY, except human and a guy.

Yup. Fluttershy.

Now has blue fur.

Now has a green mane.

Now is slightly smaller than he used to be.

On the U's track team.

That's pretty much it. I'm not good at describing the boys.

So now that's cleared up, I would like to resume the story where Brooks left off. While he was staring at his new tail, my hands were melding together.

Into Paws. Werewolf paws.

And then I passed out.

And I woke up in my old room, back in Connecticut. And the sun was setting.

My OC, Cinnamon Cupid, sat on my bed looking out the window in her pony form. As soon as the sun set across the horizon, a shiver crossed her body, and she morphed into the wolf counterpart that I was turning into.

She said, without turning from the window, "I suppose you have some questions to ask?"

I contorted my face into my best !@#$-eating grin (the fangs helped with this), and said in my best Yoda voice, "To ask or to not ask, that is the question."

Cinnamon turned around with fire in her eyes, and yelled, "I was warned that you were insolent, but I did not think you could joke so in this situation! I AM DISAPPEARING AS YOU ARE GAINING FEATURES! SOON I WILL DISAPPEAR ALTOGETHER!" She snapped her jaw shut, and turned back to to face the window. "It seems you are more concerned with jokes than what is happening. You get one question, instead of more."

"Um.. Okay.." I stammered, scared by her outburst. "Will I ever turn into the pony form of you, or will I just be stuck as a werewolf?"

Her tail swished back and forth a few times, before answering, "When you gain one more feature, you will shift from being a pony-human hybrid in the day to a werewolf-human hybrid at night. Every night, not just full moons."

"Okay... That's slightly creepy."

"Not really, when you're me." She looked out the window, silent for a brief amount of time, and spoke again. "You need to wake up now. One of your friends has hooves. Good bye."

As my vision wiped clean, I screamed after her, "Wait! Who has hooves! Is everypony okay? ARE THEY IN TROUBLE?!"

She turned around in surprise at the 'everypony' comment, but it was too late. I was already awake.

Back to Toni's point of view

As Becca passed out in her seat, someone (hint, hint, me) was helping Douglas calm down after his hands had morphed into hooves.

I was relativity unfazed. I had a tail; so what? I had seen plenty of weirdness this morning. In reality, the blue streak had freaked me out more than the tail.

Becca and London woke up suddenly, and Becca started shouting about some werewolf-pony nonsense. London was trying to calm her down, making jokes and hugging her. I clapped my hand to my forehead as I realized that this would take a while. We would be put behind schedule.

Finally, through some miracle, we left the gas station unscathed. When we reached Cheyenne, Brooks volunteered to drive. It's not like Douglas could drive now that he had hooves. And London couldn't drive the whole trip either, having failed her driving test five times.

She still hadn't achieved her license yet.

So now I was lying down in the backseat. London had shoved me back here, saying, "Toni! You need sleep!"

I suppose I did, but I was more looking forward to seeing Stealle Speeder than anything else. Before I passed out, I told everypony not to do anything stupid.

And with that, I decided to take a trip to dreamland.

I plopped back in the room with the portals, with Stealle in the same spot she had been in last time.

"Welcome back. I see you're almost to Chicago," She smiled serenely.

I snorted. "Please. We must only be in Lincoln by now, thanks to another transformation when we were leaving the gas station."

That didn't faze her. "Even so, you are close to home."

"You mean Atlanta? First off, I haven't lived there in years, and secondly, we're still miles from there."

"No... I don't mean Atlanta. I mean the place where you and your friends truly belong. Where all the bronies and pegasisters belong." she said with a poker face.

"Wait... where all of us belong? What do you mean? Do you mean Equ-"

"So tell me about your route to Chicago!"She said, butting in.

I paused, suddenly having the extreme urge to tell Stealle about our route to Chicago. I mentally shrugged.

Why not?

Because you were about to figure out where you and your friends are going, you nimwit!

Oh, hello there, sarcastic voice in my head. Could you butt out, please?

No. I'm part of you.

I don't really think I could be that stubborn.

You'd be surprised.

Whatever.

I smiled at Stealle Speeder, and began telling her the route to Chicago we were taking. "Well, we started in Salt Lake City. Then, ..."

And so I passed the time talking to Stealle Speeder. It was very relaxing, like going to a spa and having every calming treatment they had there.

Eventually, Stealle Speeder said she had to go, and departed. Likewise, I woke up.

"Five-hundred-and-twenty-five bottles of beer on the wall...."

I woke up to the sound of everybody singing. I lay still for a few moments, listening. They weren't all that bad, considering. I sat up.

London noticed me and said, "Hi Toni! You were out for a while! We all got a new transformation, and we're coming into Davenport! We only have about three hours until Chigago!"

"Okay.." I frowned. ".... Just what day is it exactly?"

London giggled. "It's the eighth! You've been sleeping since this morning!" She looked at her watch. "To be exact, it's about six forty-eight!"

Just then I noticed that London had gotten smaller. REALLY small. Plus she had a... muzzle? This was weird. I looked around the van. Brooks was still driving, being the only one available, but his horns had gotten taller and were reaching the top of the car. He had gotten smaller, too. Becca had fur covering her entire body. Douglas was sporting a pair of pony legs, with a green fire cutie mark on his butt. Yeah. He had pony legs, so they were to small for pants. Everypony was smaller. I looked down at myself, but nothing seemed to have changed. I sat up and stretched my wings out to as far as they could go in the cramped space.

"Ugh... Can we get to a rest stop soon?" I moaned.

"Sure," Brooks answered from the front. "We're pulling up to one right now."

We pulled into the gas station, and Brooks started filling up the tank. I rushed inside with my hood up, and my jacket covering my wings. I pushed through the door into the Ladies' bathroom, and got into a stall. I pulled my pants down, and saw I had silver fur going up and down my legs. I also had Stealle Speeder's cutie mark on my butt. The cutie mark was a complete teller of my personality. It was a silver sword layered over a crescent moon, over a sun. I pulled my jeans back up, and took off my jacket. Sure enough, silver fur was covering my arms, shoulders, and stomach. And slightly more sensitive areas.

Ugh.

I sighed, and pulled back on my jacket. I walked out of the bathroom and grabbed some drinks from the coolers. The TV above the counter was playing a news story, saying,

"Male and Female fans of the show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic are slowly transforming into characters they created, called OCs. There is a convention being held in Chicago to sort out this issue.", A female reporter said, while standing in front of a big building. The cashier was watching this, snorted, and turned it off.

He started to check my items out, saying as he went along, "Now who would watch a stupid show like that?" He sniggered.

I was seized by rage, but he continued, oblivious to my reaction. "...Those... bronies, they call themselves? Yeah. They sound really stupid to like a children's show. I would never be so stupid."

Red clouded my vision. I paid him, and then said, "Maybe I would be so stupid." I took off my jacket and freed my wings, extending them to their full length. I was a bit smaller, but my wings weren't. They seemed bigger because of my smaller size.

He stared at my wings in shock, and managed to stammer out, "F- F- FREAK! YOU'RE A FREAK!"

I raised an eyebrow, and took my items, carrying my jacket. I pushed open the door, and exited. I went over to the car, and distributed the drinks. London peeked her head out of the car, and squealed.

"Toni!" She screeched. "You're flying!"

"I am?" I said, looking down. Sure enough, I was hovering a few inches off the ground.

"Get in the car!" London ordered. "Brooks, step on it! We're getting everypony to a wide open field where I can practice magic, and Toni can try flying to greater heights!"

A few moments later, we arrived at a giant expanse of space. The sun was starting to drift off , disappearing under the horizon. I stepped out of the car, just in time to feel my back contort. London rushed over worriedly, but stopped short, her legs becoming that of a pony's. Becca keeled over, her eyes becoming bigger, and her pupils becoming slits. Douglas had a muzzle and ears pushing out of his head. Brooks' arms became more muscular, and he got taller.

When I was able to stand up, I was much smaller. Like only about four feet. My wings felt comfortable on my back, me finally fitting them.

London used her horn to help her stand up on her new violet pony legs. Her hair also seemed... longer. And a lighter brown.

I stood up, and said in a wavering (slightly higher) voice, "I think we need to get to Chicago soon."

"No kidding." Brooks said. "I'm turning into Eclipsed Sunbeam."

"Why did I have to make Arabian Harvest so small," Douglas moaned. He was considerably smaller. Smaller than me now.

London seemed to be the only one that was happy. She was bouncing around, singing, "I'm turning into a pony, I'm turning into a pony," at the top of her voice.

I sighed, and spread my wings wide, determined to fly, even a little. I started flapping my wings a little bit, feeling myself hover off the ground. I narrowed my eyes in concentration, and gave one giant flap to take off. I shot up into the air, and could see everypony down below.

Congratulations. You finally did it.

Was there ever a doubt?

Yeah. Mine.

Oh, Shut up. I'm happy, does that mean anything to you?

You tell me.

Shut up brain.

I smiled down at London, and went into a steep dive. London shrieked, certain I was going to crash into the pavement. At the last second, I snapped open my wings, and let myself be carried up by the wind currents.

I smiled. Maybe today wasn't so bad after all.

So we arrived in Chicago at about 9:00 due to my break to try flying. London was gushing at my wings, and I had the biggest grin on my face.

Biggest grin ever.

When we got there, we drove to the convention center. Funny, we saw another van leaving from a different exit/entrance. I don't think they noticed us. We drove into the parking lot, and left as soon as we saw no other cars were there. The convention was probably a few days from now.

We started looking for hotels. The first few we went to were booked. Then we came to another motel. We went up to the desk and inquired after a available room.

The woman manning the front desk tried to not look at us as much as possible. They had one room left. We paid for our first night, tonight, and climbed up the stairs with our room key. We opened the door to our room, and took a look around.

There was only one room, with a bathroom off to the side. Two beds lined the walls, and a TV sat on top of a chest of drawers. There was a couch, and a closet, too.

I pulled my suitcase into the room, and helped everypony else with their luggage. Douglas and Becca were the only ones that needed help. Brooks had beefed up enough to carry his own, (which was huge) and London floated hers into the room using magic.

"So..." I said, looking around the room, "Who wants the beds?"

"I call one!" London gleefully shouted, and leaped onto her chosen bed.

Douglas looked around shyly. "Does anyone want the other one?" Everypony shook their heads. "I guess I'll just take it then," He shrugged.

Becca called the couch, understandably. She often collapsed on the couch in our dorm, after a hard night of partying.

I spread out my sleeping bag on the floor, and set my pillow down.

I lay my head on the pillow, and was about to shut my eyes, but London whispered, "Toni.... what's going to happen to us?"

I flipped to face her, and whispered back, "I don't know. I'm sorry."

"Okay," She said, her voice trailing off into sleep, "Because I was wondering.... zzzzz"

I turned away from London, and wondered what was happening.

Author's Note

Next up: you get to meet everyone's OC's!

This is what they call a filler episode.

What happened when they were about to leave- a small filler episode from the third person point of view.

"BECCA!!! WHERE IS MY SUPERSUIT?!" Toni yelled from her bedroom.

"FOR THE LAST TIME, TONI, STOP WITH THE INCREDIBLES REFERENCES!!" Becca screamed back.

"But fandoms are my life! You can't expect me not to reference one within a few minutes." Said Toni, walking into the kitchen\dining room area thing.

Becca mentally facepalmed. 'Of course,' she thought, 'of course you can't get her to shut up about her fandoms for one second. I hope she's happy now that she's living in one.'

'I wish I could've been sucked into the Naruto world instead. That would've been so cool. I wonder what my main element jutsu would be? Probably something with the wind element. Ooh, I could master Fuuton: Rasen Shriken!!!' thought Toni.

Toni started dancing around the room, picking up her stuff and shoving it into a backpack while singing "I used to be human, but I'm not anymore. CAUSE I AM ONLY HUMAN- oh wait. Irony." As she finished that statement, she flopped to the floor and dissolved into giggles.

"Toni, I'm seriously beginning to think you've been on tumblr for too long. Have they made you take drugs or something?" Becca said, gathering her things into a *large* suitcase.

"Relax, Becca! There's nothing wrong with me! The only thing abnormal about me is that-" Toni leaned forward, and lowered her voice," I am the batman."

Becca snorted, and quickly covered her mouth to hide it. "Stop acting silly, Toni. You've got to get more serious for this trip. It's not everyday that you begin to develop pony features."

Toni frowned, saying, "You may be right, but I'm used to being fun. When I got into college, I had to wise up because I'm blond- so everyone would take me seriously. I think I deserve to have some random moments scattered with fandom refrences so I don't die of boredom."

Becca snorted for the second time. "Yes, I think you deserve some random moments, but I do not think you need to quote Doctor Who whenever you have a spare moment, and whenever I am here."

Toni stuck her bottom lip out, pouting. "But Doctor Who is so awesome! Besides," she said, her features settling into a smirk, "David Tennant is best Doctor anyway."

"NO WAY!" Becca screeched, whirling around. "Tom Baker is best Doctor!"

Toni narrowed her eyes, taking a fighting stance with a pillow in each hand. "Do you care to surrender and take that false statement back?"

"Never," said Becca, throwing aside her hairbrush to pick up the 'mega pillow'- a giant beanbag thing that just happened to be a pillow.

Toni's eyes popped open in a comical fashion, and stuttered, "N- No fair! That is dirty cheating using mega pillow, but fear not, for I will still triumph."

Becca's lips broke apart in a sinister grin, saying, "Care to bet on that?"

"Actually I do!" Toni proclaimed, "What shall the stakes be?"

"Hmmm... a week full of buying the other's desserts. No matter the expense."

"Becca! That chocolate cake you love costs a fortune!"

"And your red-velvet-and-buttercream doesn't?"

"Leave the Red Velvet out of this!"

"Very well," Becca said, ending Toni's angry shout, "We shall have to get desserts that do not clean out the loser's wallet. Agreed?"

Toni nodded, and raised her pillows in anticipation.

Becca took fighting stance, and, with a loud war cry, launched herself at the enemy.

*Wheeze* *Huff* *Wheeze*

"Y'know Becca... I think we... we... went a little... um... far with this one."

"How was I supposed to know that my mega pillow-wielding was so amazing? It's not like I bested you on purpose."

"Heh... Heh..." Toni chuckled, pushing herself off the floor. "I'm not done yet." With that, she catapulted herself at the once-triumphant Rebecca, pillows flying once again.

"Foolish!" Becca cried, swinging out of the way. "You've fallen victim to the old razzle dazzle!"

Becca swatted Toni's pillows out of the air with mega pillow, batting them aside as if they were flies. Toni picked up the fallen pillows and charged at Becca, screaming, "Becca! That's my line!"

Becca's face was lost to shadow as she made a audible smirk noise. Surprised by this anomaly, Toni was slightly off in her aim.

Granted, a lot off.

Becca swept Toni's legs out from under her, causing her to crash into the sofa, with a "oomph"

As Becca raised a normal-sized pillow to finish the deed, Toni's voice squeaked out,

"Okay! Okay! I surrender! Please don't hit me with mega pillow!"

Becca rolled her eyes, smiling. "Finally. I was wondering when you would give up."

Toni looked up, an irritated look on her face. "Hey... wait a minute.. you're not even holding mega pil-"

"Time to finish packing!" Becca sang, dancing into her bedroom.

Toni stared after her, sighed, and trudged her way over to a chalkboard hanging on the wall. Under the title 'Record of Pillow Fights', Toni added another tally to Becca's side. She took a step back and totaled the scores, which wasn't very hard. Under Becca's side of the T-chart, sat a grand total of 83 pillow fights won. On Toni's side, however, there was only a meekly 6 wins.

"Next time, Becca... Next time..." Toni muttered under her breath, and returned to her room to resume packing. Both of the girls pretended to ignore the giant mess of the living room/ kitchen when they came to get their huge supply of ramen and pack it.

Meanwhile, halfway across campus...

"Whaddya meeeean that you want ramen? You know Toni will be bringing some anyway; she's addicted to the stuff." huffed Brooks, scowling.

"It just seems we don't have it that often, and I would like to keep seeing what makes Toni go to the grocery store every two weeks to pick up the value pack." came Douglas' calm voice from the pantry.

Brooks snorted. "Listen. She gets it because she likes it, and she became addicted to it after seeing Naruto eat it in the manga. Sure, she likes it because of the flavor, but she also likes it because it was in her favorite manga/anime."

"I see..." said Douglas, walking out of the pantry with two different ramen flavors. "I suppose London and Becca like ramen too, then."

"Nope," Brooks said, shaking his head. "Becca likes it just as much as Toni, but London only likes it in cheesy ramen form."

"What is cheesy ramen?" Douglas inquired, tilting his head to the side.

"You didn't see that buzzfeed video? Weird. Anyway, it's just as it sounds: ramen with cheese melted in it, but no flavor packets dumped in the ramen."

"Got it. " Douglas said, beginning to make the noodles. "Well then, go get some cheese. We'll be eating cheesy ramen today."

Brooks grimaced. "Look, man, if you wanna try it, I'll hold nothing against you. But I'll be eating it regularly."

"Make your own then."

"....what?"

"Make your own. I'm not making two different ramens for someone who doesn't do his work around here anyway."

Brooks lowered his head, ashamed. He had been slacking off lately. Least he could do is make his own ramen.

"Okay then," Brooks muttered as he took a pan out and set it on the stove. A second later, Douglas heard Brooks ask himself, "Now how do you turn the stove on again?"

Another Meanwhile, a few miles from the location of Brooks, Becca, Toni, and Douglas:

'Now let's see,' London thought, staring into her closet, 'What is the weather like in Chicago?'

Author's Note

This one didn't take too long, but I'm proud of it. You know those filler episodes in a anime that doesn't advance the main storyline, but rather shows off the character's personalities? Yeah, This is it. I'm still proud of it. and here is "Foolish! You've fallen victim to the old razzle dazzle!" meme: (if google images likes me today)

What. The Heck.

Discord. Discord. Discord rightthereonstageomgamIhallucinatingamIdyingohmygoshhelpmeyatoornatusorwhoeverplease

These were a small excerpt of the thoughts I was thinking currently. Everypony (plus me) was at the convention, where we had just watched one of the head honchos...what was his name...Len? Yeah, Len. (I'm not sure if he was named after the vocaloid or something else.) Len had gotten sucked off the stage with Discord.

Some mild pandemonium and chaos followed.

Mild.

"FRIIIIIIIIGGG!!!" some unknown convention-goer screamed. Everybody tried to run out of the doors. Me, London, Becca, Douglas, and Brooks just stood there.

"W-what just happened?" London asked, her voice faint and looking slightly dazed.

Becca answered. "I'm not sure, exactly... looks like a space-time warp... I'm not sure..."

POP

A slight pressure on my nose and lower back alerted me to my newest change.

Oh goody! Now you're going to have even more to whine about!

WOULD IT KILL YOU TO SHUT UP FOR ONE SECOND?!

London's voice jerked me back to reality. "Uh... Toni... you have a muzzle."

"I am aware of that, London."

"And a tail."

"I am also startling aware of that certain fact."

"You sure?"

"I am very sure, London."

The other guy explained. London started jumping up and down... and all around.

We trudged out of the center, and went back to the hotel.

"So... do you guys think we'll all be transported to equestria?" Becca asked quietly, her head down and looking toward the pavement.

"Probably." Douglas answered. "I just hope I'll end up somewhere cool."

"Like where?"

"Uh.... can I see that map again?"

As for me, I was walking in silence, staring down at the pavement. When I was little, I used to dream of going into different worlds, altering their plotlines, creating different universes that were all tailored to me.

Yeah. I was a selfish kid.

But to think that my dreams could actually become reality... that was just to big of a possibility and to scary of one. Plus my family... if they were left here, what would happen? They're not dependent on me, but I would still miss them! And-

"Toni." Came London's voice. "Don't freak out."

"...Okay."

"I'm so bored!"

"Stop whining, London." Becca uttered. "We all decided it would be best for us to stay in Chicago, remember?"

"I remember, but that doesn't mean we should stay in our hotel room all the time! It's been 8 days!"

London turned over on the bed and yelled, "Oi, Toni! Are you done in there yet?"

A voice singing various anime theme songs stopped awkwardly. "Almost!" A flustered Toni yelled.

"Geez." London rolled over again. "And Brooks, what are you doing in the emo corner?"

"Nothing. It's not like I'm scared for my life or anything."

"London, have you noticed that your personality changes when you're bored or annoyed?"

"What are you talking about, Becca? ARE YOU JUDGING ME?!"

"No, no, not at all!" Becca flustered, "It's just that maybe you could tone it down a bit? We're all pretty bored here."

"Hmmph. Maybe."

Toni stepped out of the bathroom, and asked, "Where's Douglas, anyway? I thought we were supposed to be staying in the room."

"He just stepped out to buy some water," Brooks mumbled from his emo corner, "He'll be back in a bit."

"Brooks, are you ever going to come out of that emo corner?"

"Never."

"...Alright, then." Toni answered, her face disapproving.

"Brooks, are you sure?"

"Eeeyup."

Author's Note

Next time on not regularly scheduled: Trip to Equestria! *insert cliched stuff*

I get a important call

*RING RING RING RING RING- BAMPH*

Those were the sounds that my phone made. That was London's ringtone, and so, naturally, I picked it up.

"Toni?" I heard London's little squeak of a voice come out of the speaker.

"Yeah, LuLu?" Lulu was London's nickname. Made it easier to text her.

"Okay, I don't want you to freak out when I say this... but.."

I sighed. London liked drama. "What is it, Lulu?"

"OMGGGGGGGG I HAVE PONY EARS THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I held my phone away from my ear as she shrieked into the receiver.

"How did that happen, London? Wait... Did it happen after a big flash of light?"

"Yeah! How'd ya know! And besides the big flash of light, my OC, Fortune Carnival, came to visit me! She said that I was going to turn into her!"

"Um... Okay... so me, Douglas, and Brooks are going to meet up after school because they want to discuss something. Might have something relating to the thing you're going through. Do you want to come?"

"Of course, Silly Billy! I can't wait for you to see my totally cute ears! Did something happen to you, too?"

"I only got a blue streak in my hair. Sorry to disappoint."

"Oh, that's not a problem! Soon you'll get pony ears, and then you'll be really cute like me! There's no need to be ashamed!"

"Yeah, Okay. I'll see you later- oomph."

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, just noticed that Mr. Kelly's staring at me suspiciously. Gotta go."

"To the Bathroom?"

"You know what I mean."

I closed the phone, turned to Douglas, and said, "London's got pony ears. She's gonna come talk, too."

He nodded, understanding. "That's completely fine. Then I'll tell you and everypony what happened to me."

I frowned at him. "Did you just say everypony instead of everybody?"

"I did? I didn't notice. Oh well."

"Miss Daniels! Mr. Rivera! Stop making googly eyes at each other and pay attention!" Mr. Kelly yelled from the front of the room.

I turned to face him at the same time of Douglas and yelled down to him, "Yessir!"

"And stop saying that!"