Author's Note

Not much happens in this chapter. Sorry to say. Also, if you don't read the prologue, you wont have a clue as to what's going on!

Chapter One: Alexis Nightingale

So, that's how we come to where I am today in my new life.

I'm a little unicorn in lingerie about to get her ass kicked. Possibly killed.

"And just how do you propose lil' old you I gonna beat me?" the much taller and bulkier than me man looms over me.

I gulped.

"Put the knife down." I repeated as he closed in another step, closer to stabbing range.

If I step back, he'll see it as a sign to attack me. If I stay still, it's hesitation, if I step forward, he'll be set to go for a lunge, which I'm not really to be impaled again already! If there's one thing I'm grateful for from this whole thing is that my actual form is free of any bullets.

"You seem hesitant, little girl. It'd be a shame to have to put you down, so why don't you scatter along?"

Even though I can't see his face from this side of the streetlight, I can tell he's smirking.

I step back.

He lunges.

I had no clue what to do, but my brain seemed to go onto auto pilot. I managed to dodge him, earning slightly more than a cut along my side. I winced slightly, but in a blurr, my tail wraps tight around his wrist, I do a little swoop and sweep, kicking his off balanced from off his feet and into the air. My tail does a little twirl, causing the attacker to spin until he landed hard on his back and you could hear the gasp of the wind being knocked from him.

"THAT is what I'm gonna do, you prick!" I spat in his face before removing the shoulder bag from him.

The victim of this attack stands, gawking at me and I notice, as I'm giving his bag back, I'm not exactly in the shadows anymore...

"Wh-what are you?" he asked shakidly.

"In short, I'm a talking unicorn with tits, now get going before I have to save you from being mugged again." I wave off the pedestrian and he hurried off. "Well, that was fun, I guess...."

I turned back around to head inside, only to see the attacker again, but with a gun to my neck.

"You got moves, you costume freak, but I'm the one with the gun!" he snarls, cocking the pistol.

I swear, with these highly sensitive ears, I could hear the bullet moving into place inside the barrel. HE then spins me around and puts the gun to my back and points me down the alley.

"Now get going or I'll turn ya into led!" he jabs the gun into the lower portion of my spine.

Well, would you look at that! More than one people seem to want me dead!

"I'm going!" I mutter, fighting the urge to swing my tail up and slap his junk. Then all of a sudden it happened again...

My tail flung up, thumping the bone in my tail against his little "jewels."

Just as fast as it went up, my tail came down and between my legs and up, flinging into the air, I could only assume was his gun, then I did a back flip, using the attacker as support with my hands, flinging myself over him, my hand holding onto his shoulders, my hooves coming down and around, kicking him forward and with the force of the kick, I find myself doing another backflip, landing with such grace, my hand raising up. Pointer finger out, the trigger housing landed over my finger and spun circles in my hand until I finally grabbed it correctly, pointing down at the man who now lays on his belly.

"Come again?" I step a hoof triumphantly over his back, gun to his head.

"Fuck you!" he spat.

I chuckle in the slightest. "You're lucky I pity you."

I eject the magazine from the grip in the pistol and I toss it down the alley, but I keep the gun. Until I pull back the slider, I still have one sitting in the chamber, one in the chamber to shoot this loser if he tries something.

"Now get out of here!"

I let him up, he glares at me, fixes his coat, dusts himself off. "This isn't the last you will see me."

He fixes his collar then walks off.

I shake my head at him before climbing back up to my room as to not be seen as I enter, setting the gun inside the drawer of my nightstand. I make sure to shut and lock the window and pull the curtains shut and I slump down onto my bed. I remain in pony form, checking the clock on my nightstand, I till have about another twenty minutes till I can change back. I can change anytime I want, of course, but I try to stay in this form for one whole hour each day.

I lay on my side, hugging my tail, and I'm still wearing my lingerie, which is the only things I'm still not used to. You'd think it'd be having different genitals would do the trick, or the fact I'm a human-pony cross creature. Nope. The choice of clothing seems to be the bit that bothers me the most.

Still can't believe I beat that guy up, though. He had a knife AND a gun, but got owned....by a pony.

"That's funny," I giggle to myself. "I guess there's some perks that come along with this."

I hug my tail tighter. "You're one of them! I could get used to this..."

"I wonder how mom and dad would react to see me like this," I giggled again, imagining mom thinking I'd be too cute to resist hugging and dad would probably have his eyes locked on my fairly sized breasts. "But not dressed like this..."

I sit up at the edge of my bed, looking over myself. "Nah, I'll let them find out on their own. These can go, though," I pull the leggings and arm sleeve things off, so all that's left is the bra that hides, probably a third of my cleavage and the sports shorts and panties.

"There, much better." I smile, running my hands along the smooth fur that covers my legs. "I should at least get properly dressed in case my parents walk in on me."

I get up and I make my way over to the closet, swaying my tail as I began to sort through the hanging shirts. The door to my closet is one sliding door, and for the sake of the mirror, I don't open it fully. I pull out my first choice, a black t-shirt with nothing on it. I slip it on, over myself. "Perfect fit!" I think to myself. I grab a pair of jean shorts and throw them on quick and there we go. I shut the door and I look into the mirror. This time, I don't frown, I smile, straight into those emerald green eyes.

"Like this, I kicked that guy's ass! I did a flip over him, kicked him over and did another flip off him from there!"

My smile grows a little more.

"With abilities like these..." I look down at my thinly furred over hands. "Who knows what I can do?"

I sit back down on my bed, thumping my tail down on it, while tapping my hooves on the carpeted floor. I began thinking of different moves I could attempt to pull off while kicking somebody's butt. That was quite the rush to throw myself into action like that, beat a guy's as and I'm still in one piece!

Look at me, I've got this secret identity, I kicked some ass, fighting a crook! Sounds like out of an old comic book of some kinds of....

"Super hero..." I muttered.

I get up and look into the mirror again, welcoming my figure

"Alexis," is all I say, proud of my new name for my new form and my soon to be "Super Hero Identity."

I flick my tail left and right, I fix my mane a bit and I lay back down on my bed, enjoying being a pony.

"Alexis Nightingale..." I slide under the covers and I drift off to sleep.

My ears flick at various sounds as I wake the next morning, slowly sitting up, stretching my arms and legs. I look to my clock, noting the time to be 6:00am on the nose.

"Time for school!" I yawn, noticing my feminine, pony figure in the closet mirror and a smile forms on my muzzle. "Maybe I should go to school like this," I giggled. "That would be funny."

With another stretch, I change back to my human self. I stop my head from changing as I reach out to touch the mirror.

"See you later."

I allow my head to change back and I get ready for school.