My Life as a Little Pony

Saturday Night, 10:23 P.M.

I was on my computer, searching the Web for information about William Shakespeare for an English project when I got a notification on Skype. Minimizing the screen, I checked to see who was bothering me before I rolled my eyes at who it was. It was my friend, Seth, easily identifiable by his profile picture of a sexualized Rainbow Dash from Equestria Girls.

Yeah, Seth was a brony, a big one at that. Not only did he watch the show My Little Pony, but he also collected merchandise, read fanfictions, and was subscribed to various channels dedicated to his favorite show. He gets a lot of flack at our school for his interest, but he was my friend, so I didn't mind. Besides, I was a brony too, just not as big of one. All I really did was watch the show and read the occasional fanfiction.

Figuring that he either wanted my homework or to talk about the show and distract me from my work, I initially rejected the call to work on my essay. A few minutes later Seth called me again, and again I ignored it. By the third time, however, I caved in and answered him.

"Hey, are you trying to ignore me?" Seth asked jokingly. As I expected, he was wearing a tee shirt featuring the Mane Six on it, just one of his many shirts that displays his love for his interest.

"Maybe I am," I answered back, a bit of smugness in my tone. "If I was, it would be so that I could do my work. You know that Shakespeare essay is due Monday."

Seth chuckled a little bit. "Yeah, I should get back to doing that," He said. "Did you enjoy the present I gave you last week?"

I nodded, pulling out a figurine from my desk drawer. It was a Funko figure of Lyra Heartstrings, my favorite pony. It looked more like her counterpart from the show than the official Hasbro figures, and despite my lesser broniness, I kept the figure in near pristine condition to keep it from being discolored or damaged.

"You keep it in your desk?" Seth asked, sounding a little offended. "Are you that embarrassed of me?"

"What, no!" I answered loudly, shaking my head. "I mean, I'm not embarrassed of you, it's just that you're the only person who knows that I like MLP. And I'm not really interested in telling anyone."

Yeah, only Seth knew my love for My Little Pony, him and the NSA. Since it's not really something most people in my community would view as "suitable for my age" I kept my love for it hidden from everyone, even my mother and girlfriend Rachel. Especially Rachel.

Speaking of Rachel, she was just about the best girlfriend any adolescent male or female could date. She was funny, smart, and pretty attractive with her green emerald eyes and flowing black hair. I was honestly surprised that she wanted to date me out of everyone in school. Maybe all of the jocks were taken? Who knows. Either way, we've been dating for three months now, and I've enjoyed every minute we were together.

"Yeah, kinda forgot you were a chicken." Seth said, chuckling slightly. After an awkward silence that seemed like an eternity, Seth spoke up again. "So, how's Rachel doing?" He asked.

"Still doing fine," I answered. "I planned on taking her to Pastel's this Tuesday." I tended to trust Seth with personal information, since he was my friend. Besides, I was the only person who talked to him, so I was certain the information wouldn't be spread.

"Isn't that the fancy Italian restaurant a half hour from your home?" Seth asked. After I nodded, he continued what I assumed was his miniature rant. "That place is expensive. You spend thirty bucks on seating alone, and that's just for the cheap section! Why not just take her to a cheaper place like Dairy Queen?"

I shook my head in slightly disbelief. "I'm not taking my girlfriend to a cheap place on a first date," I replied. "Besides, my mom gave me two hundred bucks for the date. She's a business consultant, remember? That's why she's never here anymore."

"Right. Are you still mad at her for that?" Seth asked. After hearing my reply of nothing, he found the answer. "Yeah...anyway, I'll let you get back to your work, night!" He closed the Skype call after his farewell and I went out a sigh of relief. I originally planned to get some more work done, but it was almost eleven at night, around time I went to bed, proven evident by a yawn I emanated. Before I could turn off my computer, however, something strange happened. Something that set my destiny in motion.

Another Skype call invite appeared, but it was no one I could recognize. They had no name, and their profile picture was of Princess Celestia. Curious, I opened the call, but the caller hung up as soon as I accepted their invite. After that, I decided to go to bed before any more Paranormal Activity-esque things could happen, so I shut off my computer and went to sleep.

Next morning, I was where even close to waking up until ten in the morning. The bright Sunday morning light pierced the windows and aimed straight at my eyes. I lazily raised my left arm over my face to protect myself from the beams of sun before realizing the first sign of change.

My arm was nowhere near what I was used to seeing. It was shorter and more muscular, almost like a leg, but that wasn't the strangest part. My entire hand was gone, replaced by a solid chunk of mass that looked like a nub. Both it and my arm were covered in a mint green fur. I checked my other arm, letting out a sigh of relief upon seeing it normal. But something struck my brain like a thousand needles, and I fell to the floor in pain as an oddly familiar voice spoke out.

"Hello, my little pony" The voice, regal and feminine, said to me. I looked around to try and find who it was, but no one was there.  "I hope you'll like your new... self," The voice said playfully. Right then, I realized what this mysterious force meant as pain struck me again, this time hitting my nerves.

I felt my hand and feet start to lose feeling as they changed to match my left arm as mint green fur covered my limbs. My body shrank as bones changed shape and fur crawled its way onto my body. The minimal clothing I had on, a simple pair of pants and underwear, soon loosely draped my smaller body before being catching on a new pair of hocks.

A splitting headache hit almost immediately after, forcing me to clutch my head with my new hooves. My skull changed shape as my face was covered in the same fur. My nose and mouth had combined to format an equine muzzle as my ears moved to the top of my had, also changing shape. My hair had lengthened, changing from the standard dirty blonde color to something that resembled toothpaste.

I soon felt some strange force trying to pull something out of my ass, like some sort of sick rabbit out of the hat trick. A plume of hair shot out from above my rear, trapped in my pants. I wanted to take them out and let the accessory free, but my mind soon focused of a new attack on it, this time stronger.

I closed my eyes, now larger and, unbeknownst to me, amber in color, trying to escape what I hoped was some vivid nightmare. The pain grew stronger as a mint green horn protruded from my head and poked through my hair. After that, the pain subsided, the only sounds being haggard breathing from me and a slight chuckle from the voice. "I'll be sure to check on you later," The voice said. "Enjoy, my little pony." The voice soon disappeared from my mind, leaving me to myself.

As I struggled to get up, I started to realize what happened, or rather, what happened to me. But I needed to make sure. Using my bed, I pushed myself onto my new hind legs and started to walk to the bathroom. However, as I took my first steps, I fell onto my hooves thanks to the clothing tangled on my body. I shook my head to refocus, deciding to just head there on all fours.

After tripping a few times due to the pajamas, I eventually reached the bathroom. I pulled myself up to the mirror above the sink to make sure what happened to me wasn't a fantasy.

Unfortunately for me, what happened was as real as anything else. Staring at me in the mirror wasn't the normal dirty blonde, blue eyed young adult that I was used to seeing, but something completely different. Something foreign. Something not of this world.

Amber eyes, a mane that looked like toothpaste, a mint green horn poking out of it, and fur of the same color on an equine head was what I saw, what I was.

I had become Lyra Heartstrings, my favorite pony,

Crap.