Orchid life

I cried for what felt like an eternity before I felt something wrap around my new, tiny body. My crying turned to a soft sobbing as I felt something brush my mane. Whatever was holding me was familiar somehow, but I couldn't quite place it at the time. All I knew was that I was being held by something and it made me feel safe. This creature had a soothing scent as well, something I would never have known about had it not been for my heightened pony senses. It also spoke softly, furthering my feeling of safety within it's grip. It felt... motherly.

I dared to look up at the creature holding me to see that it was, in fact, my mother. She was still human, by the way. For some reason, she didn't seem to be disturbed by my suddenly being a tiny pony. Did she even realize it was me? Probably not. She loves animals, so I figured she just wanted to help an obviously injured animal.

"Feeling better already, huh?" My mother asked softly.

I said nothing, but instead opted to just nod. Strange, she didn't seem to be confused about a tiny pony nodding like that. I had obviously displayed some sign of sentience, yet it didn't seem to bother her. As long as she held me like this and continued to make me feel safe, though, I could care less about anything else.

My comfort was, sadly, short lived. As I was eventually laid down on a very soft surface. I looked up at my mother, and she just smiled as she continued to run her hand through my mane. Within about a minute, my presence had attracted the attention of everybody else in the room. The first to notice me was my younger cousin who was, only seconds prior, playing games on my Xbox. Before he started talking, I had never been called cute. I guess it's to be expected when you're a pony the size of a small pillow.

"Can I hold it?" My cousin asked.

"No offence, but I don't really feel like being held by everybody right now," I said, shocking everybody, "Yes, I know, I'm a talking pony. I must admit, you're taking better this than I'd expected".

"If I may be so blunt, animals don't talk," Another of the people, my aunt, said, "So, what are you? And for that matter, where the hell did you come from?".

"Well, if you can't tell what I am, I'm a small, blue pegasus filly," I said, turning slightly and pointing to my tiny wings, "As for where I came from, well I've been here... just, not as a pegasus filly. I was human just yesterday. Don't bother asking what happened, cause I can't answer that".

"Forget what happened to you, I want to know what happened to my son," Mom said, "You can talk, so answer that for me".

"Believe me, dear mother, I would if I could," I said.

"You aren't my son," Mom said.

"No, now I'm your daughter," I retorted.

Without missing a beat, I then started listing off things to prove my identity. When I felt confident that I had convinced them, I stopped and sighed before speaking again.

"Now tell me, if I wasn't your son-turned-daughter, how would I know all that stuff?" I asked.

There was no response as everybody just stayed frozen in place and refused to say anything.

"What? Cat got your tongues?" I asked.

"I, uh... um... well... I... how... what!?" Mom stuttered.

"Like I said, I'm not sure how it happened," I said, "I just know that it did, and I'm now stuck in a the body of a blank flank pegasus filly".

Silence once again... and it was starting to get on my nerves at this point.

"Alright, I can understand you guys being shocked and surprised, but can you snap out of it already?" I asked, "I'm going to need you guys to help in order to adapt as easy as possible".

"Um... well... alright, I... I guess," Mom said.

Now there's the caring mother I so desperately needed at the moment.

"And do we have anything to eat?" I asked, "I'm kind of hungry and I haven't really had the chance to get any food yet".

"Oh, right... of course," Mom said, getting up, "I uh... I'll be right with... something".

And so there I was, left on the couch. With my previous experience earlier, I didn't exactly want to try getting off by myself. The cough wasn't as high off the ground as my bed, but a fall like that would still hurt since I'm now quite young. I didn't have to sit there much longer, however, as my cousin soon scooped me up and damn near strangled me to death. He didn't seem to understand that I needed to breathe just like him in order to live. I had to get away.

I hated to hurt the kid, and, as already stated, wasn't exactly a fan of heights, but I had no choice. My face couldn't turn any more blue than it already was. I do know the kid has a mental disability, but that doesn't really excuse asphyxiating me. I did the only thing I could think of, and bit him. I wasn't strong enough to any real harm, but he certainly felt it.

I really hope falling on my head wasn't going to become a reoccurring issue, because it really hurt. I didn't even bother to try getting up as tears formed, once again, in my eyes as I started to cry from the pain for the second time in about half an hour.