Author's Note

I can't wait to see the hate comments on this .-.

Fun fact: I once tried my luck with a zombie fic, but I used Epilogue, instead of prologue and wondered why there was so much hate on it.

Prologue: Life Changing Views

My name is...

...Well... it's a matter of choice as I have two identities, one which I'm told is best I keep secret.

I've been David all my life. Just the good runner-up, chip off the old block kind of guy. I have to juggle school, a job, homework and...the last thing which has recently come up. Rather than me give a boring explanation, how about a good old flash back?

*****

It was late at night, pushing onto 10:00pm and I was heading home.

I should have been at home, in bed, sleeping an hour ago. But today, I had to take another employee's shift since they were a no-call-no-show, again. They needed somebody to fill their place and I nobly stepped up to the plate to take the job.

The extended work day was finally over.

The adventure? Well that's just about to begin.

On my way home, a car and a van went speeding past, the car chasing the van which had the back doors open. No need to mention how confused I was when I noticed the rifles being fired from the two vehicles. Hell, I brought a new meaning to stop-drop-and-roll! Sorry I can't put it into better words. I probably would have cared less about myself to stand around and simply watch to tell you in detail what happened if I knew I'd be telling a story about it.

Obviously I'm joking.

I was scared for my life!

During my re-inventing of the stop-drop-and-roll I ended up getting hit.

It. Didn't. Fucking. Feel. Pretty.

Just my luck too, for it to have happened in a rather secluded area, such as the abandoned docks. Lying on pebbles in the rain didn't feel good. Nor did my lower right abdomen like it, having to have taken the shot. I laid there, groaning in pain as the sound of squealing tires faded away.

"Bastards." I spit out a bit of blood into the puddle of it that had accumulated under me. "Shoot me and leave me here," I coughed.

The bullet didn't go through me, no.

It decided to get lodged into my spine instead to nestle into and settle down in.

"Fuck this guy's legs! Imma make a home outta his spine!" I actually joked to myself. I couldn't move my legs. I could not for whatever life was left of me.

Nice way to go out huh? Not even through school, deciding to be the nice guy to take extra, unpaid hours for the day. Hours I could've sued for. Now I'm bleeding out, can't yell for help, can't move my legs...let the crows feast on my innards!

Nope.

I just had to look left. I just had to.

I mean, you just got shot, last moments of living and something here in a broken box that contained content I could only assume was classified, had been left behind. Why not be curious for a final time?

So, I reached....and reached....and reached.

It seemed so close at first, but I guess not as I try to get the tiniest grip on the box with my bloody finger tips. I managed to pull it close to me and inside I could see a slight orange glow. With what little strength I had left, I reached towards the center of the overly cushioned steel box, where it's secrets were...well...kept secret. Here's a virtual shrug for you.

I pulled out a ball.

It was smooth, like your girlfriend's ass. Boy that felt nice.

Any who, if I kept on making comparisons, to your girlfriend's ass, I'd rush her to the hospital. Butts don't feel like glass, are transparent, orange in color, with a glowing core.

But, back to reality, in which I lay shot and dying, I find myself with this neat little trinket to bring with me to my bloody grave.

Too bad for me, I'm not sure if I want to thank this ball for saving my life.

The moment I raised it up to the full moon to see through it, I was blinded with its light.

*****

You'd be right in assuming I passed out and woke up in an entirely different body.

"Why the fuck do I have tits!?"

Yep. That's the first thing I noticed when I woke up - beige tits. Then that night's ungodly memories came back.

*****

"How am I not dead!?" I asked aloud, sitting on my new rump.

I then began to take notice of the rest of my bodily changes. Needless to say I had a very unmanly whimper at the loss of my genitals.

So, I sat up against a nearby wall, tugging at the front of my mane.

I spent my first night as the mare I soon named to be Alexis, crying. Why and when I named my newly found alternate form will come later.

To be honest, I was nothing short of scared while I wept alone, beneath the over-passing bridge. I thought I'd died and was now stuck in this new form of pitiful form of life, only the most disturbed and perverted force of nature could have bestowed upon me.

I saw my reflection in the shallow water.

My rather voluminous mane was not pretty to say the least. I questioned the obviously impossible size of my new, emerald green eyes. I poked my horn a bit, wishing it were gone.

"I'm a talking unicorn with tits..." I managed to wheeze out. "What now?" I asked nobody as the sun began to rise.

*****

I hope that was enough.

Scariest night of my life.

That night was over a week ago and during that time, I found I could change forms with ease as I pleased.

Being grounded to my room for the month for not coming home that night, gave me plenty of alone time to assess my new form. Each night, for an hour, after accepting this fate, I'd change into this....pony form, to get used to it, see how it works. For the most part, it's a full willing transformation, but when I change, my clothes change too. As fur spreads along my arms, my thick sweater sleeves become thin, smooth and black. No clue what to call em, but they're like gloves without the ends to the fingers and they go all the way to half way up my upper arms.

The chest area of my sweater, in the same little orange glow as the rest of my changing clothes, became a black bra with little white ribbons on the straps. Cute. My....breasts....seem they could be 36E cups at the very least. Damn mountainous monsters, don't belong there!

I sighed heavily, laying down on my bed, feeling each change to the transformation. The tingling from the growth of fur, the numbing of bones snapping to different shapes, the slithering feeling of my tail growing. I won't deny the feelings I feel when I change are nothing short of pure and euphoric. While I enjoyed the feelings of the changes....maybe even gave off a tiny little moan, I wasn't ready to accept the form I open my eyes to each time.

I like the tail though. Tails are awesome!

While I lay there, holding said tail in one arm, running my fingers through it with the other hand, I sit annoyed.

Maybe there's a reason this happened to me? A reason for me to turn into this freakishly....sort of sexy horse thing?

I can't help but feel like there's something I need to do, yet I'm stuck laying here in bed. I'd probably be playing Tanki Online at the very least, but grounded = no laptop.

I sat up again, cross-legged, cheek propped up on a palm, thumping my tail on the bed.

"Boriiiiing..." I whined, actually trying to sound as bitchy as possible for the sake of a few laughs.

A few minutes later, I'm staring down from my window, to the sidewalk below. I rest my chin on my arms on the windowsill, blowing at a bit of free standing fur from my arm.

This seems to distract me from my boredom, but then I see a guy below getting mugged. It was at the moment the attacker pulled a knife from his shady silhouette that I acted. In a manner I've never done before, or even attempted, I opened my window and jumped out, rolling down the slant of the tiled roof, pushing myself off at the edge and somehow landing below on my two hooves with a loud "clop."

"Put. The knife. Down." I said firmly, my voice laced with venom, the shadows keeping me hidden.

The attacker shoved his helpless victim down and turned to face me.

"And what do you think you're gonna do about it?" the man shot back, his accent coming out British.

"Obviously hurt you if you don't comply." I raised my adorable little fluffy fists, ready for battle with an armed man.

Well, if getting shot didn't kill me, this probably will.