Setting the stage Chapter
"Another good episode." Njeri (now known as Jeri) sighed, leaning back on the couch. "I always wondered if changelings could be good."
It had been a year since Jeri's first transformation, and in that time he had started watching "My little pony FiM" (just to keep his cover alive, he swears) and slowly becoming a brony. He had debated whether or not to share the WerePspellinstrictions.pdf with the community, he was really leaning towards it, but some key things were stopping him:
no one would believe him.
those that would, would be the one's crazy enough to think magic is real, and would take over the world... or something.
government experiments.
But still, he was debunking these worries, and moving closer to releasing the were pony "curse" on the world!
"Hey Charles," he called up the stairs. He was met with the sound of muttering. He started walking up the stairs, worried. "...Charles?" Then, he could make out the words.
"Facientque mihi paululum equus!" He heard. His eyes shrunk to pinpricks. He remembered those words all too well.
"NO!" He shouted, rushing to his room. The chanting began to pick up speed.
"Facientque mihi paululum equus!" Charles chanted again. Jeri flung open his bedroom door, but before he could say anything... "FACIENTQUE MIHI PAULULUM EQUUS!!!" Charles shouted. The lights flickered momentarily.
"Charles, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!?" Jeri said, shaking his friend.
"I made myself a were pony." He said.
"WHY???"
"Because..." Charles bit his lip. "... Because I'm a brony to." Jeri sighed, and face palmed.
"It was bad enough when it was just me... but now you're gonna have to be one to? I can't believe you!" Jeri exclaimed.
"I was a little jealous, OK?!" Charles snapped.
"Yeah, jealous of having to sneak out of the house once a moth, and sleep in a TREE HOUSE!!!" Jeri shouted. Charles sat silently.
"And how am I going to explain a new pony to the girls? You know what? I think it's time we started looking for a cure again."
"But you said it was hopeless, the site vanished from your history and off the face of the internet."
"Well... maybe we're doing something wrong, maybe-" Jeri was interrupted by someone knocking on the door. "We're not done with this." He muttered, walking down the stairs and opening the door.
On the other side, was a winded looking 13 year-old.
"Sorry... I got here as fast as I... could..." She panted. "Which one of you... cast the spell?" Jeri starred dumbly at the girl on his porch.
"... How did you-" Charles began to ask.
"Magic." She said. "So, you cast it, right?" She asked.
"Both of us did." Charles said. Jeri frowned, and slapped him in the back of the head.
"Nice job, you've been a were-pony for all of two minutes, and you already blew your secret." He said condescendingly. The girl stood up straight, having recovered from her exhaustion.
"Soooo... you cast it... then he cast it... why exactly?" She asked.
"Well... after he turned, and started watching MLP to keep his cover alive, I kinda... got into it... and... got jealous..." Charles said slowly, wearing a face and tempo akin to ripping of a band-aid slowly.
"Oh, same." She said. "I was guessing a brony would be the next one to cast it." Jeri got angry.
"Yeah, that's great and all, BUT WHO ARE YOU???"
"I'm the one who made that PDF in the first place." She said.
"So... what you're a witch?" Jeri asked. She snapped her fingers, and Jeri felt the tingling of transformation in his face, causing him to fall backwards in shock. When the tingling subsided, he realized his head had shifted to it's pony state. Charles began clapping.
"Do me! Do me!" He exclaimed.
"Down boy, that's not how I roll." She said, making a face. Jeri, meanwhile, continued to turn. In seconds, he was completely a pony. and his cloths (this time) had dissipated into thin air as he changed.
"Not cool." Jeri said, standing up.
"Well come on," She said. "You've gotta meet my mom."
The full moon came up, and the two cursed humans braced themselves to become two cursed ponies.
Jeri changed first, his iris turning red and his hands bloating up and fingers shriveling away. Blue fur began to cover him next, followed by his hair growing out and turning red. He shrunk in size, his under where (the only article of clothing he didn't take off before hand) fell off, and the world spinning significantly less than the first time, now that he'd grown accustomed to it. A small groan of pleasure escaped his newly forming muzzle. His tail grew out, and finally his cutie mark appeared on his flank. Shaking his head a little to fix his mane, his transformation was complete.
"I... I don't know about this." Charles said, nervously.
"It's not like you have a choice anymore, you already made it." Jeri said, dropping onto all fours. Charles groaned, from annoyance, and from the curse beginning to kick in. He began to grin as the pleasure grew stronger.
"Whoa... this feels... niiiice." Charles sighed, his eyes glossing over and turning red.
"Yeah... it does do that." Jeri chuckled. Charles didn't hear him. He fell onto all fours with a crack of his spine. His red tail pushed down his boxers, and orange fur began to sweep over his body causing him to noticeably shiver.
"This... is so goooood!" Charles exclaimed, throwing back his head in pure bliss. Through his smile, Jeri was able to see fangs growing.
"Umm... Stella! He's growing fangs, should we be worried?" Jeri asked through the bathroom door.
"He's probably turning into a thestral." Stella called back. "A bat pony." This was affirmed when two bat wings sprouted from his back. The fur seeped over his face, causing it to push out into a muzzle. His transformation was complete.
Charles stood there for a moment, groaning happily.
"Charles? Snap out of it." Jeri chuckled to his friend, nudging him a few times. Charles shook his head, and looked down at his hooves.
"I'm... I'm a pony! OH MY GOSH I'M A PONY!" He cheered, jumping around happily. Jeri looked down, and noticed a puddle on the floor.
"Umm... Charles?"
"Yes?" Charles replied, oblivious to the puddle.
"Did you just... pee yourself?" Jeri asked, internally cursing his pony dialect for not allowing him to say "piss." Charles stopped bouncing mid air, and hovered relatively slowly downward.
"I... don't think so?" Charles lied.
"You're soaked boxers say otherwise." Jeri pointed out.
"Shut up! Don't make me suck your blood!" Charles voice-cracked. He stormed out of the bathroom, only to fall on his face in the door frame.
"Oh my, I'm so scared!" Jeri exclaimed sarcastically, laughing as he exited the room.
Author's Note
Here's what Charles' pony form looks like:
Which Chapter is This Again? (edited)
"So... your mom's a witch, and you're a witch in training, and the were-pony spell is a pony transformation spell gone wrong?" Jeri asked. The two witches nodded.
"uuhhh... Yeah, Keep up." Charles snark-ed. Jeri rolled his eyes in response.
Everyone was sitting in the witch's living room, it was a surprisingly modern house, having TV's and other such things a normal house would have. And the witch was no warty old hag. She... looked pretty normal, to be honest.
"So... cure?" Jeri asked.
"Oh, I never made one." The young witch (named Stella) said.
"Why?!" Jeri asked, exasperated. "I think that would be the first thing I did after making a spell like that."
"I thought I taught you better." The mother witch harrumphed.
"The spell didn't work, so I never saw a need." Stella said.
"Then why did you post it online?" Charles asked.
"I thought a brony would find it and love it." Stella shrugged. Jeri face-palmed.
"I can't believe this." He sighed. "Whatever, how long will it take for you to make a cure?"
"Too long." She said. "The full moon'll be up long before I can come up with it. But you two can stay here while I work on it."
"Oh, Jeri has a thing on full moons." Charles said. Stella raised an eyebrow at him. "We kinda got caught by some little girl mlp fans, and they kidnapped him. He made up a lie that he was from Equestria. Now he visits them once a month." Stella giggled at the story.
"You got overpowered by little girls?" She snickered. "And you go hang out with them?"
"Shut up!" Jeri exclaimed, crossing his arms and turning away.
"So you go hang out with some middle-schoolers-" Charles motioned for the door to the witches house.
"Says the one who cursed themselves to turn into a cartoon character on purpose." Jeri said coldly. Charles held up a finger to say something, but stopped himself and said only,
"Touche'."
