Cool Story Bro... But mine has ponies!

by Cool writer

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, Alternate Universe, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy
Length: 5983

A tribute to a good author

Hello people (and ponies, few as there are) of the internet! As a few of you may know, the Author "Shadow Flame" is going away. By the time I've posted this, he's already gone. He'll be back in two years, hopefully...
Anyway, he made a one-shot "Cool Story Bro, But it Needs More...Ponies!?!" and I really loved it. It's funny it's... oh go read the review! But, he's gone and after his 3rd (and last) installment in the series, I deiced to make a tribute to him, even if he doesn't see it! So, as the chapters go on, it will spoil those stories, so I WILL NOT WRITE until you all go read that... I'm just kidding, but for real though, go read it.

Sequal in Progress! No. Forget that noise, I need to fix this train-wreck first!
P.S: Garry Stu warning... sorry about that...

Published 2016-02-23 02:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-07-06 04:40:43 UTC

IMMA PONY!!!

"Liam? Oh no, Liam! Wake up!" I felt something pushing me. I waved a numb hand at whoever it was. "Liam! You have to wake up, now." My mom said. I opened my eyes and propped myself up. It was the middle of the night, so I couldn't see. The reason I woke up so easily, was because of the fear in her voice. She was mortally terrified.

"Mom, what's wrong." I asked, fear gripping my own throat, which felt weird. Actually, my everything feels weird. Really weird.

"We're... from your TV show!" My mom said. I tilted my head, laughing.

"Which one, you're gonna have to be more specific." I joked. I am a fan of many shows.

"The pony one!" She said, I laughed harder in response. I slowly reached for the switch to my bedside lamp.

"Oh come on! Only in my wildest fantasies would that ever-" I switched on the light. "HOLY MOTHER OF CELESTIA'S-" I held a hoof over my muzzle. Was I about to say something about Celestia, a fictional character that I have never once used in my vocabulary... OK maybe as a joke to my anti brony friends, but not causally. I quickly scrambled out of bed, falling on the floor, and stumbled on my new four hooves into my bedroom's bathroom. Once in, I jumped my front half off the ground and leaned on the counter. I stared into the mirror, and a cerulean blue alicorn stared back.

My muzzle dropped open. I rubbed the side of my face with my hoof. It was... real. It was real. It was real! I was really a pony! THIS WAS REALLY HAPPENING!!! The shock had passed, my muzzle closed, and the biggest smile of my life was plastered on my face.

"Oh... my god! This is happening... THIS IS HAPPENING!!!" I began cheering. Then, my younger sister woke up. I could tell because of her scream. I raced down the hall and into her room. "ISN'T THIS COOL!?!" I asked her. She passed out before she could answer. I started laughing, and fell on my back, in a heap of hooves, fur, and feathers. I don't care what happens next, right now, I'm happy.

"So... some magic government organisation turned the entire U.S.... into ponies..." I clarified, mostly for my own benefit rather than my families. They nodded dumbly.

“Meh. I can live with that.” I said getting up. My parents and sister stared at me. “What? I'm just being honest.” I said, honestly.

“You CAN’T be ok with this! Your humanity… Stripped away-” my mom (a light teal pegasus) began to lecture, before I interrupted.

“... And was replaced with something better.” When I said that, she looked at me like I blasphemed or something. “Look, for the longest time, I've wanted this to happen, not exactly this way… But the “myself turning into a pony” part I wanted.” They looked at me weirder. “I never expected this to actually happen… Or ever tried to make it happen (because that would be crazy) but I'm glad it did, so if you excuse me, I have some practicing to do.” I said, done with their hurtful, accusing glances.

“Practicing what?” My dad asked, wanting to join in on the conversation.

“Magic... flying... magic and flying.” I said simply. “In this world we now live in, horns= magic, wings= flight and control over weather, and BOTH= God status.” Mom looked as though she was about to slap my muzzle off… after shoving a bar of soap through it. I sighed. “The alicorns from the show (respectively) control love, the forces of magic, as well as the sun and moon themselves! If that isn’t god like, I don’t know what is!” I huffed. “Now if you excuse me, I’m going to go practice my flying.” I said, flapping my wings a few times.
“I’m gonna go with him,” my pink, fluffy little pagasister (ha ha) said, following me outside.

A few hours (and not to mention 15 hundred mouth fulls of dirt) later, I was ready to quit for today. My sister had gotten down hovering very quick, and had stopped a while ago. I on the other hoof (I’m gonna start using pony-isms now) had taken 5 times as long. I guess it’s harder for me because I’m bigger than her… yeah, I’m gonna go with that if she brings it up. I’m a bit of a nerd, so they’ll probably believe me. But anyways, as I trotted inside I looked around, nothing had changed much. My family was sitting in the living room still, as though they were waiting to wake up from a nightmare.

“Are you guys gonna stay frozen forever, or are you gonna get up and do something?” I asked.

Teaching How to Walk

The first lesson I needed to learn, was that not everypony was happy with this new "arraignment" they were stuck with. Some were distraught, and a few were ready to wither away, while others were a little too eager for their... "rest." I'm not going to go into the grimdark stuff over there, but I will say, it was tough. I admired a few bronies and pegasisters for starting "the equestrian relief," a group helping inform/train people to be ponies. Not everypony knew things like, unicorns could levitate objects, or pegasi could walk on clouds. So, I took it upon myself to start the a branch of the equestrian relief at my school. Me and some kid I converted to the fandom a few weeks prior the the change (but mostly me) were leading it. It hadn't taken long for me to master basic magic, that being levitation and lasers. I created a forum for unicorns to post on about any breakthroughs in magic (connected to a sister forum for pegasi and weather control). So far, we had a way to craft basic spells, but we were nowhere near anything like an "anti curse" spell, or a transformation spell. Better spells would require different methods... or more magic. Considering that for most ponies, crafting a spell drained them, and it only winded me, led me to believe I was more magically inclined... not by much though.

So, I did my part. Helping out at the Equestrian Relief took up most of my time, good thing schools were kaput for the moment.

It was funny when ponies asked about Equestrian culture, and when I got to the royal sisters. I would say that the alicorns had both horn and wings, then flair my wings/ ignite my horn. The smaller ones started hailing me as a prince! I let them do it, because I needed something to smile at, and to take my mind off of the tough things. Well... then again some bronies on the internet joke (or at least I hope they're joking) about making me a prince. They'll say things like: "we can build a real Equestria with your alicorn powers!"

... The more I think about it the more I think they weren't joking.

But any hoo, Me and that kid, Ace Winchester (I made sooooo many supernatural jokes at him, like calling him "Dean" or randomly screaming "SAM!" to get his attention), were at the Equestrian relief meet up on the foot ball field at our high school. He had become a unicorn, and since I had the wings of the two of us, I helped the pegasi.

"Ok, now that we're done with flight warm ups we can begin today's lesson. Today, I'm going to teach you how to make it rain." I said to the group. A few tweens started "making it rain" with their hooves and wads of invisible money. "Boy, I wish." I joked along with them. "But any ways, this is a bit tricky, and I'm still working out the kinks to the technique, so if you have an idea, speak up." I then nodded to a dark cloud hovering behind and above me. "That's a rain cloud, you make them by clumping enough clouds into a small enough space. We haven't got a way to do that without a large group of ponies gathering around the clouds and moving in, these suckers are a lot harder to squeeze than you'd think!"

"Your mom's harder to squeeze than you'd think." A younger tween said. I face hoofed (I'd been around these ponies enough to learn how to do that without a concussion each time).

"Thank you, Tyler, for that unnesisary yo' mama joke. You get to stay and clean up the water after class." I smirked. He looked confused.

"What water?" I flew up onto the cloud, and began bouncing on it (clouds are a lot like trampolines), causing it to rain heavily and the cloud to turn white.

"That water."

"How am I going to clean that up?!?" He squeaked. I'm not evil, he cold just hold a cloud over it and it would do the trick.

"I already told you how." I said, cracking my white tale like a whip. I'm not sure exactly why I did that... but that's not the only thing.

A theory's been running around the magic/weather forums about how we may have some mental pony attributes as well as physical. Those threads had stories of people who'de never even heard of the show saying things like "everypony" without even noticing. But the main piece of evidence is that ponies were hot. They pony body apparently came with pony hormones... so yeah! Ponies are hot now!

... and not in a R34 way. A part of me dies when I need to say that.

So Tyler got to work figuring out what I meant (most of the water was dry before he finally realized he could use a cloud), I got to work teaching all the ways you can buck a cloud, and the many results it has.

"So, hoping on it creates a stream so long as you're hopping... but a kick-"

"Buck," I corrected. The stallion asking gave me glare.

"... a buck makes it rain until it's empty?" He asked. I believe his name was... Richard? I'm not sure, I suck with names (at first).

"Yes sir!" I said, smiling as widely as possible.

Sweet Celestia it feels good to be important.

"You're enjoying this way too much." He rolled his eyes.

"Some one has to." I said, as though it were the only thing I could say right then. He rolled his eyes again. I looked at my watch (which is a pain to keep on, might I add) and noted the time. This was a 2-3 hour thing starting at 12:30 each day, so class was over for today.

"Alright, that's all for today, thanks for coming! See you all tomorrow, when I teach you more about using lightning!" I said. The younger ones murmured excitedly.

"Isn't that dangerous?" Some adult asked.

"If you were a human, yes. But we, are cartoon ponies. Ponies can take lightning, it's happened multiple times and every single one the pony turned out alright. But if your worried, we'll have safety measures, like Tyler will be locked in the closet." I said, turning to the trouble maker.

"What?!?" He shrieked in mock fear. We all laughed at it. I turned and walked over to Ace (aka that kid that I got to join the fandom).

"So, how was today's lesson for you?" I asked.

"It was ok. Wish I had help though, they don't listen to me!"

"Aww... It's ok Ace. They just need some motivation, might I recommend your name-sake?" He gave me a funny look. "I recommend a 12-gauge." He thought for a second.

"Really?" He asked, flatly. "I'll give you motivation if you make another gun joke or supernatural reference! That joke is also out-dated because we can't even use guns anymore! Let alone we don't need to."

"What ever Dean, I gotta go for a run." I said. He rolled his eyes.

"What is it with you and running?" He asked. I shook my head.

"I don't know, it just feels so good to get this new pony heart pumping! And the feel of dirt against your hooves..." I grinned at the thought. "I'll catch up with you later," I said, waving as I went.

"Yeah, later!" He called after me. "We still need to watch more-!"

"We will!" I called over my shoulder, breaking into a gallop. It felt so good! I flapped my wings to give me a speed boost. I couldn't fly fast yet, so this was the next best thing. I smiled and started laughing. And ran. I ran happily until I made it home. The only downside to running, is sweating. It makes the fur pat down against your skin and it's super uncomfortable. But I think it's worth it for the euphoria. I also sweat less than other ponies, making me think that I'm more physically inclined. I wonder if I'll fly faster, or get smarter than other ponies... We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. I trotted inside, and waved hello to my mother. My dad, had turned into a pegasus, so I'd came up with the idea of going on family flights sometime, because I love family activities, and we all have wings.

"Hey Liam!" Mom said. "How was the relief meet-up?"

"It was good," I said. "I'm just gonna get in the shower," I said. Let's just say... it was a challenge.

Family Flight

I had taken a lot of begging and pleading on my part, not to mention a few weeks of it, but I finally got my family to agree to go on a flight together. By this point, I was pretty apt at flight so I could go pretty fast. Nowhere near a sonic rainboom, or even a regular sonic boom, but I can still go fast. As things are turning out, I am faster than the average pony... still not by much though. That is leading me to believe I don't constitute a "natural alicorn," in layman's terms: I'm not immortal.

... Well I dodged that bullet pretty well! It was dusk, and we walked out into the back yard. I flaired and flapped my wings excitedly.

"ooooh! I can't wait! This is gonna be so fun!" I cheered, jumping up and down excitedly. My dad looked at me weirdly.

"Yeah, being trapped as characters from a little girl's cartoon and going for a flight... that's 'fun'." I rolled my eyes at him.

"You'll love it." I said, waving a hoof dismissively. "I love flying, and so dose everypony-" My dad groaned at my use of the "p word," "... That I've met loves it too." I continued right on with my sentence. "It'll be great!" I said, nudging my dad in the shoulder. He rolled his eyes some more. They... weren't enthusiastic about the change. They (rather grudgingly) accepted things and moved on. This (for them) was a huge step forward, especially considering they would never practice flying, let alone move their wings. I would occasionally catch them trying to walk and sit like a human. But, enough about that, we've got flying to do.

"Alright! Up up, and away!" I said, assenting into the sky and doing a cork screw. I started laughing, as I was filled with euphoria. It took me a moment of doing loop-d-loops to figure out that my family hadn't taken off yet.
"Come on guys!" I called, motioning for them to follow me with my hoof. Mom and Dad looked at each other uncertainly. "Come on, we won't go fast!" I said. Dad looked a little nervous. So, I decided to mess with him.
"What's the matter? Chicken?" I asked him. His uncertainty was wiped off his face, and he looked at me. So, I made a few "bwak!" noises. He flapped his wings, and started flitting up to me. I smiled. "There's the spirit!" He wobbled uneasily in the air, so much so, that I could tell he wasn't practicing. Sure, he didn't want to come to the Equestrian Relief meet-ups, but I guessed he was at least practicing flight, the most basic of pegasus skills. "You should really fly more." I said. He looked at me, in a way that said: "Shut up before I ground you." That's one thing I dislike about my dad, he's hard to talk to sometimes. Really hard to talk to sometimes. Like, sometimes I felt I was wearing formal attire when I'm around him, a bottle-neck on the faucet that was my personality, so that only a little bit of me comes through. Sometimes it's loosened a bit, but I never feel safe in those moments. Always like I'd say something he'd think was weird, and think about and judge me on. But, there's no use thinking about that now, it's time to go flying!

"So mom," My sister called out. "You gonna come up here or what?" Mom flapped up to us, looking a little uneasy.

"You two really need to practice." I joked. I backed away and did a flip.

"Be careful!" Mom squeaked. I grinned at her.

"Unlike you, I'm good on my wings, so I can do stuff like that." I boasted, puffing out my chest. "It pays to practice." I breathed a breath on the side of my hoof, and rubbed it against my chest as if I was shining it. My dad rolled his eyes.

"That's weird, considering you'd fight us on practicing piano." I sighed.

"Come on, that was at least 6 years ago!" I laughed. My parents rolled their eyes. "Oh, whatever!" I laughed some more.

"So, where we going?" My sister asked. I thought about it for a moment, before responding.

"I was thinking... to town square, look around there for a bit, then come back." I said, tilting my head from side to side.

"Sounds good," Mom said, wobbling. I laughed a bit. I started flying off, and motioned for them to follow.

"Like seriously! Have you used your wings at all sense I trained you? If I were you, I'd fly every day! ... Oh wait, I don't need to be, and I already do!" I joked. "But for real, get out and fly some! It's not natural for a pegasus to spend so much time cooped up, or not flying."

"I'd say it's not natural for a pegasus to exist." Mom interjected. I rolled my eyes.

"Well they do, and you are one. So deal with it." My sister said, before I could.

"Nooooooo! You beat me to it!" I said, in mock anguish. "I was gonna say that!" They laughed. I flew silently for a while, doing flips and barrel rolls (screaming: "Do a barrel roll!" before each one, naturally) the whole time.

"Stop doing that!" Mom snapped, nervously.

"Please mom, I'm not a foal anymore." I said. Mom looked confused.

"You never were a foal." She corrected.

"I never said I was." I counter pointed.

"Yes you did, just now! When you said 'I'm not a foal anymore'." I cocked my head at this.

"I said that? Huh... I guess I did." I decided to shrug it off. "Meh, not the weirdest thing that's happened," Before they could say anything, I added: "... Post- ponifing." So, that's how the rest of the flight progressed, us laughing and talking, and a few tricks thrown in. Pony bodies are a lot more dureable than human ones, a fact that had taken a lot use to convince my mom to go faster than an elderly pony. But, all and all, It was a good night.

Parental Training

"No."

"Dad, you need to get better at flying, no if and's or buts about it."

"Yeah! I'm better than you! And I'm a little girl." My sister exclaimed.

"oooh!" I said, mock wincing. "That'll leave a mark on the ego." My dad rolled his eyes.

"Flight is not natural." He stated. I looked at mom.

"HERDAD'SAPILOT!" I coughed, beating my chest for affect. "Sorry, tickle in my throat." I sarcastically said.

"Not like that, I mean with wings!"

"Plains have wings." I counter pointed.

"Not feathery ones!" My Dad shot back.

"Bir- irds." I chirped. He grumbled at me.

"Look, as it stands, I'm either gonna train you like a dog, or drag you to the Relief meet ups myself, and I can do that. So what'll it be?"

"I'm not flying." He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Don't tell me that that flight we went on, didn't even feel a little good." He shook his head. "OH COME ON! You're telling me you don't get the euphoria! Even people with the fear of heights get that! I don't buy it."

"I'm not flying."

I groaned, and face-hoofed. Since last night, I'd been trying to get him to go outside and practice flight. Let's just say... he wasn't being cooperative. Finally, I'd had enough. I grabbed him in my levitation, and walked out into the back yard. I held him over the pool.

"You're gonna fly, or you're gonna fall." I said. He looked at me.

"I can stand being wet. But can you stand being grounded?" He asked.

"ground me from what?" I scoffed. "Video games? I can't exactly do those anymore... Hooves, Remember?" It did suck... that I was bluffing! I could totally play video games! Hooves work... surprisingly well as hands. I just cant type and stuff, making PC gaming a pain... until I realized I could use my horn. So... yeah I can game, better than before actually.

"Fine." I put my dad down on the side of the pool. "But you need to practice flying. It's like working out, if you don't do it, soon you'll be to weak to do it at all!" I exclaimed. He rolled his eyes. "Look, my longest flight time is... around 10-15 minutes, how long can you fly?" I asked.

"I... don't know." He said.

"Ok, let's time it..." then an idea hit me. "Let's make a bet. If I can fly longer than you, without stopping, then you have to come to 5 relief meetups. And if you fly longer... then I'll never bother you about flight training again. Oh, and interference doesn't count." I said. He thought about it for a second.

"Seems fair." I smiled.

"Alright... 321GO!" I leaped into the air, and began to hover. My dad followed me. I smiled, and flew high into the sky, and dove quickly back down to my Father's level. He was struggling to stay balanced. A few minutes later, he flopped to the ground, panting. Landing next to him, I added up how long he was flying in my head.

"Soooo... that was... 4 minutes, and my top time was 15, and I was doing maneuvers, flying around, and actually moving, which takes more energy, so that's about 20 to 25. You. Didn't. Come. Close. See you at the Relief meet up tomorrow!" I chirped in a sing-song voice, grinning at him as I trotted off.

I looked down at my clip board, reading over the key points to talk about. My Dad sat on the bench, forelegs crossed and pouting. I looked at my clock, and started the timer.

"Alright ponies! Let's begin!" I called out. My dad grumbled, and slowly and reluctantly walked over to the group. "Pegasi with me, unicorns with Ace here." I said, nodding to the other teacher. We separated into our groups, and I began.

"Today, we were going to learn how to glide... but really, all you do is hold you wings out, and fall. Everyone fly up a bit, and do as I do." I said, demonstrating what I just said with ease. The whole class (minus a few people) got it on the first try. "Now, we could do that for two hours... or we could have a racing tournament!" The group cheered as I said that. My dad (on the other hoof) was still pouting. "Alright, everypony find someone to race with, and we'll start!" Every one partnered up, and I checked to make sure everyone had a partner. There were 4 groups, so everything was even. We all trotted over to the foot ball field, and began.

My dad... didn't make it past the first round. At least he put up a fight. His situation didn't become hopeless after 3 seconds (like I expected), It became hopeless after 30! So that's good...

I've got my work cut out for me.

We're... Gonna Need a Montage

"... thirteen... fourteen... fi-" My dad fell to the ground before he reached the fifth push-up. I winced.

"These are supposed to be warm ups... not a full on work out. We're just doing flight exercises." I explained.

"I've been slacking on my work out, and the best way to be comfortable in your own body is to be fit!" Dad said back.

"I... don't think that works here."

"Well I think it does." He replied. I had to turn away to hide my eye roll.

"Alrightey then..." I said, walking off.

"While he's... 'warming up'... The rest of us will do some laps. Now, we're going for going as fast as you can, for as long as you can. So if you need to slow down, just slow down. But try to speed up again later, OK?"

"OK!" The class called back.

"ALRIGHT! 10 LAPS, GO GO GO!!!" I shouted, drill Sargent style. They launched into the air and started their laps. I turned to my dad... who had already started crunches. I sighed, and face hoofed.

"Dad, you're here to learn how to be a pony, not work out-" I said, only then realizing that I was literally making the class do a work out. "... you know what I mean. Just get up there and do your laps." I groaned.

"Excuse me?!?" He asked, angrily.

"Ok fine. Keep working out, but this meeting doesn't count... and so do the last 2 meet ups." I muttered, walking away.

I sighed, as I walked into the kitchen.

"We're home!" I called out. I felt hungry, so I decided to make myself a PB&J sandwich. I did that, my magic making it possible. People think that sitting in a chair for humans is uncomfortable, they'd be right. It's not the most comfortable thing ever, but it's tolerable. I sat down in the tolerable chair, and began to eat. Things taste so much better in this form. I might have said that before, but it's so true I need to say it again. Like a simple PB&J, it's OK or "meh" as a human, but to a pony's tongue, it's "Yowza!" I smiled at the sandwich, and took another bite. Suddenly, there was a loud raging groan from the backyard, and I turned to see my dad trying to bench press something with his wings.

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed, exasperated. Just then, my mom walked in.

"What's wrong?" She asked. I just pointed out side.

"He's been like this for a week now! He just won't stop!" I groaned.

"I wonder why?" Mom asked.

"You should go ask." I said to her. She nodded.

"I guess you're right, I mean, it can't be healthy to work out your body this much, is it?" She asked me.

"I'm gonna go out on a limb, and say you're right, ponies defiantly get fatigue." I replied, looking at him. My dad dropped the dumbbells, and started breathing heavily. My mom nodded, and went out side and started talking to him. I didn't hear most of it, but mom explained what I needed to hear when she came back in.

"Aparently," She began. "Some puny guy at the gym was stronger than him." I suddenly had a theory.

"I'll be right back," I said to mom, walking out side and to my still panting father. "Hey, what race was that guy who was stronger than you?"

"Earth pony, why?" Dad panted.

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I want to scream, so loud right now.

"Dad, you wanna know why he was stronger than you?" I dead panned. Without waiting for a response, I continued. "It's because he's an earth pony! Strength is kinda their whole thing! They got farming, and strength, and that's it!" I said, walking off in a huff. "If you want to be stronger than an earth pony... you're gonna need a montage!!!"

Our Hero Investigates!

Author's Note

Remember that assigned reading I gave you at the beginning of this book? Now is an EXCELLENT time to get that finished, because there are MAJOR spoilers for a powerful ending. GO READ THE "NEEDED MORE PONIES" SERIES!!!

Our Hero Investigates!

I was (magically) browsing my emails, when I came across an email from "The Witch." It all came flooding back.

Before the ponifying, there was this person online, claiming to be a witch who would turn people into ponies for a small price. Before you say anything, no she does not want your soul. It's 20 bucks a pop, with the limit being 2 people an order. And, wouldn't-you-know-it? It worked! I guess I just forgot about it with the ERF (Equestria Relief Foundation), and the "I just turned into a freaking pony forever" thing. I was curious, so I went on to the magic forums and did my research.

It turns out, she's gone missing since the ponifying. The last person to get their order fulfilled was the day before the ponifying. They panicked when they woke up and was still a pony, especially when they realized it was country wide. But anyhoo, back on track.

I'm starting to think there's a connection. There were tons of crack-pot theories as to how she pulled it off (based on unicorn magic) but I knew better. I'd go ask her myself. After a little (completely legal) hacking, I found and tracked her IP. It was a little tricky, she covered her tracks well, but I eventually found it. I don't mean to brag, but I was a moderate hacker as a human. Nowhere near black-hat mind you, but still pretty adept. Anyways, it was a (relatively) short flight from our home there, if I pace myself. I would be able to fly there, back, and hang out around there all in one day! I told my parents I'd be going out, and set off, on my grand quest.

After a quick flight, I made it to the home town of "the witch." I landed, and started looking for her address. It was a nice quaint little town, with a park, a high school, and other things towns should have. Soon, I found a house that matched the address I was looking for. Trotting up to the door, I knocked on it. After a short wait, a stout earth pony opened the door.

"Hello, may I help you?" She asked.

"Yes, I was looking for," I leaned in and whispered: "the witch." The earth pony narrowed her eyes at me.

"Are you one of Lyle's friends?" She asked. I weighed my options, and chose honesty as the better choice.

"No, I was just investigating if she had a connection to the ponifying." I said. "Can... I talk to her?" She shook her head.

"I would let you, she'd probably want to talk with you anyways, but she's... not around anymore..." A tear rolled down her face.

"Oh... I'm so sorry, who was she?" I asked her.

"She was my daughter, and she was so sweet. You're not a reporter, are you?" She asked. I shook my head.

"Oh no! I was just wanting to know for personal reasons." I explained.

"Alright," I said. "Do you remember that- You know what? Why don't you come inside." She offered. I nodded, and followed her inside. As I entered, a little pegasus filly came up from a cellar.

"Hi." I said. "Are you Angela's sister?" I asked. She shook her head.

"Who is he?" She asked.

"I'm Liam, I'm here to talk about Angela." I explained.

"So, what? Are you a counselor?" She asked. I smiled and shook my head.

"Just a nosy kid." I smiled. "But, If you're not Angela's sister, then who are you?"

"Her student." the filly said. I cocked my head. "She was teaching me magic before..." She trailed of, I nodded my head.

"So, how did it happen?" I asked.

Angela always wanted to be magic, she would even look it up on the internet and test it on her friend, Lyle. One day, it actually worked, and he turned into a pony! After that, she was experimenting all the time. There was even this time where Lyle went on a date, and Angela turned them both into ponies for it! But anyways, Lyle went on a class trip to Washington DC, and some crazy warlock guy turned him and his friends into ponies and kidnapped them! The government came to us, and brought us in for our safety. When they found Lyle, we were at their government base, and the warlock attacked again! He made his way to this altar thing, the center of the continent. And put a spell on it that would erase human civilization, and turn us all into mindless animals. Angela had to change the spell to turn us all into ponies permanently, but she had to sacrifice her body to do it. She saved the world, and no one will ever know.

"Wow..." I said, staring off at the floor.

"Yeah, I was there." Liz (the little one) said. "It was sad."

"Thank you for telling me, I promise I won't tell anyone... that I don't trust." They looked at me.

"That's not the story they said on the news, they said it was all a magic accident. So I guess they had a reason, so I'm gonna just keep my trap shut." I said to them. They nodded. Just then, the door burst open, and in the door way was-

"A DRAGON?!?"

Angela's Alive

"Lyle?!?" The filly asked. The dragon nodded.

"You'll never guess what happened!" The dragon exclaimed. He then noticed me.

"Who's the... alicorn?" He asked. "Wait... you're not that guy who made the magic forums, are you?" I smiled and nodded.

"Yep! That's me!" I exclaimed happily.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"What are you doing here?" I replied. "It sounded important." He shook his head.

"Oh right! So, I was walking to school today, and then Angela appeared!" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"But, I thought she was dead." I said.

"So did I! But, she appeared, and told me she was some, magic goddess thing, and she's gonna come back!" He replied.

"But... why are you a dragon?" The filly asked. "Wait, don't tell me,"

"Angela." All three of them said at the same time.

"Hold up," I said, raising my hooves in a "shush a sec" manor. "So... the witch that did this to us... did it to save us, sacrificing herself in the process, but isn't actually dead?" I asked. Lyle nodded.

"Yep."

I was sitting at home, grinning like an idiot. I had promised not to tell about what I had seen, in exchange for getting to meet Angela when she "came back," whatever that meant. But, wow! I was one of the first people in the world to talk to a dragon! I giggled to myself, and lay back.

This was a good day.

Author's Note

I felt I should cut it off here, and make a sequel dedicated to some conflict. I think It would make it better.