Morning came and you placed your now dry pants and jacket on before heading out, you had about two hours before the sun started raising and you needed to put them to use. Your current clothing would help with that. So fixing your hair as you jumped you start to look for the bad parts of town, you needed money and a delinquent beating up gang bangers was just to easily a believable way to do it. As long as you limit yourself to street brawling you should be fine and keep form drawing attention from the wrong people and if they had anything to illegal than you could turn it into the police since America had those finder laws that gave a small bounty for getting illegal drugs and weapons off the streets.

It didn’t take that long to find a gang tagged and graffitied wall so from there you started a basic search pattern, Pops had taught you this so you could hunt for the two of you on the training trip but it was useful for other ventures such as this. You found a group of five smoking and chatting in a one way alley to your surprise, Yakuza would never trap themselves like that. Maybe a cultural difference?

Heading to the start of the alley and jumping down from the roof, you slip on your gloves and place a snarl on your face and slouching looking like the typical Japanese punk before walking in. they saw you pretty quickly, quick enough that you were slightly impressed by their awareness. Wouldn’t matter though.

“Hey Bitch this here is our turf, find somewhere else to go before we make you!” huh the smallest one is taking the lead the others backing him readily. Must be another difference in culture your gonna have to do some research on how American gangs work for next time.

“Now why would I listen to a bunch of bottom feeders like you, I do what I want, yah damn yanks.” now to wait for them to take the bait.

The short one grab a small pistol from his belt and shot a round before finding your fist in his face, the others were quick to come to his aid and started swinging pipes, knives and fists in your direction. You were honestly impressed they coordinated well for people without training cover for each other so you couldn’t get a punch in while limiting yourself so much, at least until one of them tripped.

Knocking the fallen one out with a kick to his temple the fight suddenly turned as you landed a wild haymaker into the next punk sending him flying into the alleys wall. The other two followers found themselves knocked out with a headbutt and mule kick respectively, leaving only the short guy left who tossed his gun aside and unwrapped a chain form his waist.

Next thing you know he’s keeping out of range and hitting your limbs with the chain at every opportunity he could, you gotta admit the kid was good. If you’d been the typical Japanese delinquent he woulda won, but your you. Catching the chain on your arm you pull him in and hit him with a vicious headbutt following that up by kneeing his gut, as he tried to regain his bearings knock him out with a side kick to the head.

It was only after he hit the ground that you realize that you’d been in female from the whole time as a length of bright red hair fell into your face from your disrupted hairdo. Oops.

Well too late to change that now besides you need to loot and then take the illegal stuff to the police.

You feel really cold.

You think as you sit up on the bed you have know idea how you got in, but all that wasn’t important, what was though was the fact that this body needed a bathroom and you turning red trying to figure out if that at least was the same as ponies. As it turned out it was similar enough that you could figure it out, but then you run into the problem that the clothes you were wearing were still wet from the rain. Taking them off proved to be a trail of annoyance as you kept falling over and having the tight cloth cling to you.

After what must of been around thirty or so minutes you’ve gotten them and the death trap somehow wrap on your chest off and positioned around the room to dry, and were thus bored. You figured that since the mirror portal deemed to give you clothes at all meant that your current species probably didn’t go around nude regularly so you were stuck inside till they dried and you manage to put that death trap back on as with it off you back was starting to hurt form the new weighs on your chest.

For Celestia’s sake you’d never had a foal so why did your new body have your bucking udders grown out and placed so awkwardly on your chest instead of where they should be. Whatever species you’d become was so inefficient, at least the transformation didn’t change your diet...right?

Having a bad feeling you ran your tongue against your teeth and are horrified to find canines and incisors dominated your mouth, the few molars you had were also incredibly sharp meaning they were probably meant for meat as well. Now you felt worse about this then before, hopefully you weren’t a complete carnivore and could survive on some fruit and vegetables. If not…

*Growl*

Seriously!

*Grooooowll*

Buck you too stomach! This is a serious issue!

*GRROOWWWL*

You sit on the floor and just curl up in misery.

Finding a police station to turn in the goods you’d looted wasn’t too hard, but having to sit and make a statement on the encounter (in which you made yourself out to be the victim of the assault). But in the end you got a decent amount of $200, and figured it was time to get breakfast for yourself and your guest. Maybe Chinese?

You hadn’t had Yili Marou in a while, would they even serve that in the states well you’d find out. If not some Tieban Niurou would definitely be available as everyone loved to eat beef in the states. You couldn’t wait.

Author's Note

little shorter then the last one and because this story will be going into some of the darker issues Sunset would have face when she first went to the human world I have raise this from teen to mature to be safe. Everyone usually just skips that part but I won't!