Fall of the Rightful King

Chapter Seven

Ouch.

After a bit, I started blinking and realized where I was. Everything hurt, and everything felt fucking weird. I looked down at my arms. Fucking hell. Damn things weren’t arms anymore. I pushed one of my… no, not going to say it. One of my things against the door handle but those really are designed for hands. After a few tries I just whacked it in frustration, bit the handle, and pulled it back. The car door popped open and I pushed it open. Standing on four legs was something I just had to accept. Getting my backpack on was also a hassle, but I managed to wiggle my front half into it and then get it onto my back when I stood up.

I looked down the road ahead of me. No way that I could use my phone with these fucking… things, and I couldn’t drive anymore. Only one thing to do, I guess. I pushed the door lock button and then shut the door.

Let me tell you, I had a lot of fucking time to think as I walked. I had to keep thinking so I didn’t think about the feeling of…things on pavement or feeling my ears twitch around to different sounds or the weird empty feeling between my back legs. I really, really did not want to think about my fucking body. That wasn’t shit I was ready to handle yet. I was trying to figure out what the hell I was supposed to do now.

I didn’t have any fucking idea. Sure, “get home” was the plan. This area was usually pretty calm and safe, or as safe as it can be. I was still a… a… I wasn’t as safe as I used to be, so I tried to walk fast. One good thing, if you really want to call it that, was that walking felt as natural as it had when I had two legs. Even though my legs felt really fucking weird and kept bending in weird ways and I didn’t even want to think about what I had at the end of my legs, they kept moving in a way that seemed to work. My hips, or what used to be my hips, felt like they were swaying in a way that I tried to stop, but every time I tried focusing on how I was walking, my fucking legs decided to derp out and trip over themselves.

So, what the fuck was I supposed to do? I couldn’t exactly show up to my job… or see family… or go to college… I couldn’t think of a single fucking thing I could do like this. I didn’t even have my voice to prove to people that I was me. Oh fuck… what if I couldn’t get home? What if someone found me and took me first? No, I knew this area. I could get home. I hoped that Nick wasn’t there. I didn’t have time for his brony shit and he’d probably be super psyched that I was like this.

Oh fuck… what if he liked ponies like… that? I didn’t want to say “like me” and didn’t feel like I’d ever be comfortable calling myself a pony. Hell, I didn’t want to ever be comfortable saying that. But Nick… I mean, I thought that he was just weird for liking a little girl’s show, but what if he… wanted me? My fucking brain thought that was the time to start picturing him. He’d be so much bigger than me. Before I could stop myself, I thought about him trying to kiss me, running his hands over my fur. I started shaking as I thought about him taking his hands other places, and then my stomach spasmed. I threw up into someone’s lawn, tears mixing with snot. Was this just my fate? Was I going to be used by someone for… things like that?

No, I couldn’t believe that. I had to not believe that. Besides, Nick had a girlfriend. Maybe she’d be over. She wouldn’t be into his shit, so maybe she’d be willing to listen. I guess it didn’t change much – it’s not like I had any family nearby, or like I’d want to talk to them if they were. It was either going home and risk… that… or sleep in the streets. It was too fucking dangerous to stay out here

overnight.

It started to rain as I got into my neighborhood. My… just call the fucking things what they are, Alan. My damn hooves hurt, my legs hurt, my back hurt, everything fucking hurt. It was dark. I was cold, wet, everything hurt, and my life was over. What a great fucking day. By the time I got to my door, I was shaking, completely soaked, and felt so weak I could barely put one hoof in front of another. By the way, I don’t know if what I had are like what horses have, but I thought those things were just hard and would keep me off the ground. Mine were still soft and sensitive in the middle, so those things were fucking sore, and I’d stepped on so many fucking rocks I lost count.

I slumped at the door, straining to raise a hoof enough to knock on the door. I really, really fucking hoped Nick was there. If no one was there, I probably wasn’t going to be able to open the door, and that meant I’d probably die right there. To be honest, that didn’t seem like such a bad idea. My life was already over. I didn’t exactly have anything left to live for.

I tried to knock, but I guess my fucking legs were too weak because no one came to the door. I was shivering and it only felt like it was getting colder. I let the backpack fall off of my back and unzipped a pocket with my teeth. I pulled out my keys, but it took me like two fucking minutes just to get my house key lined up. I tried to put it in, but dropped it instead. My teeth were starting to chatter and it was hard to put the key in, because I apparently hadn’t had enough shit for one fucking day.

One more time. I had to do it this time because I probably wasn’t going to be able to do it again. I was starting to lose feeling in my ears and hooves. Ok, Alan, come on. Get up, put your mouth right on the fucking doorknob and…

And slip, you goddamn clumsy piece of shit. I fell back onto my butt and just started crying. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t even put my fucking key in the lock and so I was going to die out here in the cold. What a fucking day.

I heard someone next to me. I didn't even move, so it was probably good it was Nick and not some psycho or serial killer.

“Are you ok?” He asked.

Fuck, right, he wouldn’t even recognize me.

“He… help… ple…help…” I tried to say. God damn it. I guess he got the message, though, because next thing I was inside and getting showered by Nick’s girlfriend.

Now, I’m not going to say I didn’t want them to warm me up or dry me off afterwards. I am so damn glad they were there, because they probably kept me alive. But holy fuck I did not want to be touched. My body was so completely new to me and everything felt weird and wrong. I didn’t even want to think about what had happened to me. Every rub of the towel was like sandpaper. I felt like my skin was on fucking fire, and I didn’t even have the will to yell. Everything they touched – and they dried everything off – was a new reminder of how totally and completely fucked I was. The worst part was, I kind of fucking liked it. It just felt nice to get my ears rubbed, and my sore muscles loved this. I hated every second of it, but I hated even more that it felt good. I liked having them touch me, and I hated myself for it.

Nick’s girlfriend asked me something, but I didn’t quite catch what she said until the second time.

“Do you like coffee, hon?”

Yeah, normally, but I didn’t want anything. To tell the truth, I just wanted to go lie down and disappear. I shook my head.

“Ok, then, maybe warm milk or hot chocolate?”

Fuck this shit. I get that they were just trying to help, but seriously, I just wanted to be left alone. I tried to harden my voice and get that impression through so they’d just leave me alone.

“I’m fine, I just really want to wake up.”

Well fuck me if that wasn’t the most pathetic and sad voice I’d ever heard. I couldn’t even get mad properly. Erin moved my hair out of my face.

First, holy fuck, they were big. I guess I was just short now. There was another horse girl in the back, looking at me. Hell, they all looked at me like I was a little kid who needed a band aid or something. Leave me the fuck alone! I can handle myself! I was starting to feel a little better, and even felt like I was waking up a bit more. I guess getting dry and warm was most of the problem. My voice came out as sad and weak as ever.

“Nick, it’s me.” His eyebrow raised as he kept looking at me. “Fucking hell,” I muttered. “Damn it, Nick, I’m Alan.”

His and Erin’s eyebrows both shot up. They asked me what had happened, and I told them. I was crying again by the time I got to the end. I don’t know if that was because I was a fucking girl, or if fucking ponies just cried easily, or maybe it was just because I had been through so much fucking shit that I was just done. The red horse girl came close and started rubbing her nose against my neck.

That was a fucking weird feeling. It felt really, really weird, and I didn’t want anything to do with this. She was way too close to me and she was touching parts of me I didn’t want touched, by which I meant any damn part of this fucking body. But at the same fucking time, it felt really nice. She moved on from her nose to the side of her face and then her neck, nuzzling me, and it felt like getting a hug. I just felt warmer inside and even found myself responding to her touch, starting to turn to nuzzle her. I stopped that shit really quickly. I was not a fucking horse and wasn’t going to act like a fucking horse.

Shit, was I starting to think like one? I mean, I wasn’t thinking like an actual horse. At least, I didn’t think so. But what if I started acting like one of those pony things? Fucking hell, wasn’t it enough for me to lose my damn body? Did I have to lose my mind too?

“I’m just… I’m going to sleep,” I said, standing up and going to my room. I made it to the door before remembering that I was a damn pony, and just looked at the doorknob. Nick opened the door for me. I walked into my room and shut the door most of the way, though not enough that I wouldn’t be able to just pull the door back open. When I went to pull myself into my bed, I lost my balance and fell onto my back, hitting my head. I let a yelp out and turned myself over, tears coming back to my eyes. I was just a fucking mess tonight.

Someone knocked on the door.

“Are you ok?” Damn it, Erin, I’m not five years old.

“Yeah,” I said. She didn’t press the issue. I pulled myself onto my bed and got into the blanket. Even lying down felt too fucking weird, and my mind was still going crazy with all the shit that had been happening. I guess, more than anything, I was just so damn scared. I was scared that this was going to last forever, that I was going to lose my mind and forget that I was human, or that I’d be taken over somehow by a girl’s personality. I was so pissed off that I had turned into this fucking pony. One of the worst things was how sensitive I was. Every fucking touch was like a firestorm in my nerves. None of it hurt, but I couldn’t even breathe without half a million reminders that I had lost my hands and balls. I felt like anything could hurt me now, and I huddled deeper inside my blankets, like I was trying to hide from the world or some shit. Fuck, I knew I shouldn’t feel that way, but I did.

You want to know what it was like? It was like fucking torture. Everything was hurting me emotionally. Nothing was good about this situation and the single biggest problem, my fucking body, was literally all around me and I couldn’t get away from it.

After a bit of this, I started trying to think about what had happened and see if I couldn’t calm down a bit. Maybe if I couldn’t stop thinking about it, I needed to keep thinking about it until I figured it out. So, some shit happened to me that made me a pony and a girl. Fan-fucking tastic. I don’t think they exactly do surgeries for this kind of shit, so this was probably going to be forever. Fuck, more than that, who had done this to me? Yeah, yeah, horse girl at the con probably infected me, but she seemed clueless about what had done it to her in the first place. Maybe the government was doing some kind of tests again and I’d gotten caught up in it.

Shit, that’d be a big fucking problem – they’d probably just take all of us and either kill or change Nick and Erin. I wondered if the other two I saw in the house knew what was going on. Probably not, since they’d be somewhere else if they were with the government. That’s assuming the government was even doing this. I kind of doubted that one, actually. Sure, they were either stupid and incompetent or (more likely) evil and just wanted us to think they couldn’t do anything right. That didn’t mean they could do something like this, though. People like me who knew what was really going on were always talking, and no one had said shit about some government plan to transform people into ponies. That part didn’t even make fucking sense. No, whatever did this probably wasn’t the US government. I wasn’t drugged, since everyone else had been reacting to my new body. So, this was for real, probably not the government, and probably forever.

What the fuck was I even supposed to do now? Job chances were pretty much gone. I’d never be able to even open a fucking door again without help. I’d never have a chance with any girl, either. Fuck, did I even like girls anymore? Did I like guys now? I felt sick as I thought about guys, both human and pony, coming close and touching me. No, fuck that, I’d just go without before getting with a guy.

Could I even stop them, though? I could barely open a car door. Putting on a damn backpack took forever. I wouldn’t be able to stop any guy who wanted to use me. Fucking damn it, I was stuck here, wasn’t I? This was forever. I was going to be helpless and scared for the rest of my life. I didn’t want to have to deal with guys wanting to fuck me, or have to hide for the rest of my life. Maybe it would be better to just end it. One bang, one flash of pain and light, and then it’d all be over. That’s what stuck in my mind as I fell asleep.