Scootaloo's dia-no, Journalby EphedianroyaltyChaptersChapter 1: The Analysts' OfferChapter 2: For the First Time Since SeattleChapter 3: A Challenge ErasedChapter 4: WalkingChapter 1: The Analysts' OfferWell that’s just great. Not only did Matt turn into… whatever it’s called, but Amy and Melanie too? And they changed their names? What’s up with that? I sat in my room in a huff, trying to hold back my tears. The most awesomest person I knew just got a huge body swap, and I was just expected to sit back and act like nothing was wrong? Like my new world wasn’t just shattered? Yeah, no, I thought, moving to my wheelchair. Screw that crap. I rolled over to my computer. Who were the morons that Matt said changed her into Macaela? The theory analyst? Let’s see if I can find their channel. I scrolled through the options presented before me, and was unsatisfied with my findings. “Maybe I need to type in the full name to find them,” I murmured, browsing through the rest of the page. Just as I was about to go back to the top, a video caught my eye. It was something about a group called cmc or something, I really wasn’t that interested, but it was about MLP, so I clicked on it. Quickly, so as not to have my eyes tortured with the sight of ponies, I clicked on the creator tab, the MLP: theory analysts they called themselves. I found the video they uploaded about rainbow dash, the thing Matt had turned into, and loaded it, making sure to pause the video at the add. I scrolled down to the comment section and left a comment that soured my mouth. You s**** turned the best person ever into a f****** walking talking rainbow! And you turned all my friends into monsters!! Hope you’re happy about ruining my life you m*******!!! I don’t know where the swear words came from, but they seemed to present my hatred as deeper than I intended, because not a minute later I got a response back. We’re sorry you feel that way. Please elaborate on why you think this ruined your life, because as far as we can tell, It has not down anything bad to your life. I snarled, my hatred growing. You can’t tell?! What are you, stalkers?! Of course you can’t tell, you’re not the ones living through it! What would you think if all the sudden you brother turns into girl and starts to ignore you?! How do you think it feels to have your friends start to spend less time with you because of this stupid transformation thing?! M****** piles of s***, you can’t even begin to realize!! By the end of this little rant, I was breathing heavily, and I felt like my face was burning off it was so hot. I expected them to respond forcefully and rudely, giving me more ammunition against them. What I did not expect was what they said next. Would you like to join them? My hands paused over the keyboard as this simple phrase rattled around in my brain. Join them? What could that possibly mean? Did they want me to… no, they couldn’t be saying that. But just to be sure, I cautiously typed out: ...What? Would you like to join them? ...Are you really offering that to me? Yes. We ask again, would you like to join them? I stared at their last message, my eyes wide with disbelief. Were they seriously trying to bribe her with a body change so she’d be more like the girls? What kind of psychopaths were they? Then again, to keep their friendship, would it really be that bad? I mulled over that one thought, wondering how far I was really willing to go to keep what I had here with them. After a while, Mrs Dashel jolted me out of my deep thinking by walking into the room and picking me up, and I started to flail around. “Now Sam, remember what I said last time you didn’t answer me when I called you for dinner? No more technology for the rest of the night, missy.” Mrs Dashel proclaimed as she carried me down the hall to the kitchen. “But Mrs Dasheeeeeel, I was trying to figure out what happened to Matt!” I wined, trying to push my head out of her ample bosom. She always held me too tightly like I was going to fall when she carried me. I giggled as she spun around through the house, going through rooms we didn’t need to go through and basically being just an awesome mo- no. that still hurt too much. Mrs Dashel saw my mood change, and quickly moved into the kitchen, making little jokes here and there as she set me down and finished preparing dinner. I looked over through the doorway to the living room as the front door smashed open, allowing Macaela to fly through the door, bringing in gusts of wind and leaves. She quickly landed and blew all the leaves back outside with a flap of her wings. Closing the door, she turned around and caught me staring, and I quickly looked away with a blush. Macaela waltzed in, coming over to me and ruffling my hair. “What’s up, Squirt?” she asked, smiling, only to frown as I shoved her away. “What’s wrong?” ”Stupid freaking Analysts and their stupid freaking body morph.” I mumbled, not wanting to curse in case they could hear me. Their soap tastes a lot worse than Mrs Smith’s did. I could tell by Macaela’s frown getting worse that she did, in fact hear me. “Sam, what do you have against the analysts? Is it because I turned into Rainbow? Because I would have chosen to turn into her if given the option.” She said, her frown growing more disapproving. She started hovering in the air, folding her body into a relaxed pose. “That’s just it! Even if you would have, you didn’t get the chance to say no! We don’t even know if they tampered with your mind or aren’t still changing you!” I cried out, tears starting to form. “And what about Amy and Melanie, huh? Did they chose to be turned into that? Did they even have a say in if they wanted to stay human? Or were they forced to go along with it, abandoning their previous forms, their life, me? Did they chose to leave me alone?!” I stopped talking only because I couldn’t hold in my tears anymore, and I cried, these great heaving sobs filling the air and racking my already damaged body. I shoved my head into my arms, laying them down onto the table as I bawled into the shirt my real mother gave me for my birthday, that fateful day. I barely caught the conversation the two Dashels were having in front of me, only little bits catching my attention as I wallowed in self pity. “What’s… with her?” “Macaela, you… she’s suffering… her birthday… waiting all day… you were… left… alone.” “WHAAAAT?! HER BIRTHDAY?!” “Yes.” The rest was drowned out by my wailing as a new scab was ripped clean off. I hadn’t really realized what day it was, and hearing it from my foster mom just somehow hurt more. I just sat there for a while, crying, and then slowly dozed off, my mind clouded with betrayal and mistrust. Macaela groaned, running her hand down her muzzle. “I can’t believe I forgot her birthday.” she muttered, looking at the now sleeping girl the Dashels had recently adopted. She knew that Sam still thought of them as her foster family, and that she only made a couple friends at school. “I guess that’s what Sweetie and AB were trying to tell me about at the party. Why didn’t I listen to them, or even bring along Sam?” At her mom’s nudging, Macaela picked up the sleeping girl and carried her to her bed, smiling slightly when she calmed down and snuggled into her sister’s chest. When she got to the kid’s room, she put her down on the bed, kissed her forehead, and began to leave when Sam suddenly began to weep quietly in her sleep, barely loud enough for the pegasus’ ears to catch. She sigh in frustration, and then flew over and got in under the covers, holding her little sister as she dreamt of horrors only she knew. Slowly, Macaela fell asleep, comforting her sister as best as she could, while unbeknownst to her, their mom stood in the shadow of the hallway, watching as her daughters slept together to stave off the nightmares. Author's Note Wow. The feels. This hit closer to home than I meant it to. The tears that night were... indescribable. I didn't know that something so different could still affect me so much. ugh. Anyways, this is another side story in the Lavender Heart universe. Give me every kind of feedback you like, including calling me a bad writer, I don't mind. We only get better with practice and failure! I chose to release this just before christmas for a reason. I had previously planned to release it on christmas eve or christmas day, but I decided it was just too much of a hassle. I’ll be releasing the next one just before new years. Enjoy! Chapter 2: For the First Time Since SeattleThe next morning greeted me by shining a light in my eyes through my window blinds. In response to the rude awakening, I snuggled closer to the warm body holding me. Mrs Dashel must have brought me to bed and fallen asleep comforting me. I smiled at the thought, thinking about how nice it would be to have a mother again. This thought sent shivers down my spine, and rolled over, pushing my face into Mrs Dashel’s furry cleavage. Furry? I thought. The only thing in this house that’s warm and furry is… Macaela?! The thought startled me, though not enough to make me jump out of bed. Maybe i’ll just lay here a little longer, and chew her out later. When the option to stay near this warm fuzzy presence presented itself, I jumped at it, doing everything I could to ignore the part of my mind that screamed how creepy it was for a guy to do this, and pointed out that she was the reason I cried myself to sleep last night before dinner. With these thoughts vanquished, I fell asleep in my idols arms, not noticing the slight itch I felt in my toes. When Macaela fell asleep last night, she was prepared to wake up to Sam moving around in her arms, maybe pushing her away and demanding to know why she was in Sam’s bed. So imagine her surprise when she woke up to Sam moving around, not to push her away, but to curl up tighter against her. Little squirt must have had a really bad dream for her to just give up on getting out of bed. With this in mind, she pulled Sam in as close as she could, securing her head on her chest and surrounding them both with her wings. The day doesn’t need to come quite yet. Rainbow couldn’t guess how long they stayed like that, but a few hours had to have passed before she felt someone poke her wings, eliciting her to open them up slightly so she could look at the intruder with a questioning gaze. Outside in the room around them were the two CMC Anthros, leaning over the sisters with confused looks on their faces. “What’s happening here?” Sweetie Belle said, her voice a little louder than a whisper. Thinking about what Sam said last night, Macaela chose her words carefully, trying not to reveal too much, but enough to get the gist across to the point that they wouldn’t push it. “Sam… fell asleep before dinner at the dinner table last night. I carried her to bed, but she was having a nightmare, so I stayed with her through the night.” She explained, hoping to satisfy their curiosity for the time being. “Do you want us to come back later?” Applebloom asked. Macaela opened her mouth, only to be interrupted by a slight groan and Sam moving a little bit. She smiled “No, no, I think it’s about time we got about our day.” With that statement, she took down her wing barrier, and carefully shook her sister awake. Sam looked up bleary eyed at her friends. “Waa...?” I could hear people talking, but I just wanted them to go away. I tried to snuggle up closer to Macaela, but I found I had already snuggled up as close as I could. It was at that moment that my host did something horrible. She shook me more awake! I looked up, my eyes still clouded from sleep, and tried to process what my mind was telling me. “Waa…?” I mumbled, realizing the two colorful blurry shapes in front of me were my friends. I looked over at my furry pillow, and my brain finally registered what had happened last night and this morning. I felt my face heat up as I scrambled for my wheelchair, hopping into it and pushing myself to the bathroom, trying toignore my friends' gazes. Dangitdangitdangitdangit! Why did they have to see that?! I pushed the door closed, and then leaned my head against the backrest of my wheelchair with a groan. I then remembered an itching feeling last night, and I almost felt like saying ‘I have a really bad feeling about this,’ but I refrained from jinxing myself. Slowly I pulled my pants’ leg up, hoping beyond hope that it wouldn’t be, only to have them dashed[heh] against the rocks when I saw the orange fur growing up my leg. Quickly, I shaved my legs, nicking them a few times, and then stared at my hooves, at a loss for how to hide them. I remembered Twilight saying something about the shoes still working, even though they were hooves because of the hoof breadth and other egghead terms. I would have just chalked it up to magic. I don’t think I’ve ever been so thankful to have my own stash of clothes and shoes in that bathroom. When Mrs Dashel proclaimed that I would need it, I never knew how right she’d been. Sometimes I wonder if she can see the future. When I finished pulling on my clothes, I checked to see how fast the fur was growing, and I was surprised to see that it had barely gone a quarter of the way up the area I shaved. Shrugging, I pulled on my shoes, finding that Twilight had in fact been right, and that somehow the shoes fit perfectly. I then realized that the nicks on my legs actually hurt, and I had been moving them around to see how well the shoe fit. No way, I thought, can I use my legs again because of the body morph? Thinking on my theory, I decided to try to see if my legs could hold me on my knees first. Grabbing the edge of the counter and the armrest of the wheelchair, I slowly pulled myself up, marveling at how the floor felt through my jeans. When I had my legs under me, I slowly decreased the weight I was holding up with my arms. I gasped, covering my mouth, when my legs held my full body weight with no problem at all. I was all ready to leap up and jump around for the first time since the accident, when I remembered that the girls were waiting for me. As quick as I dared, I raised myself up, now using my legs as well, and then placed my feet firmly on the floor. At this point I was inwardly screaming, and as I took a somewhat wobbly step towards the front of the wheelchair, the only thing that stopped the scream escaping from my lips were the hands over them. I can walk! I can walk! I screamed silently, trying not to make too much noise. I looked at the wheelchair, contemplating whether I should continue with my plan to hide my transformation for a while, or get rid of that chair as fast as humanly possible. After a couple minutes, I heard Rainbow-wait... whose Rainbow? ...Meh, I’ll figure it out later.-call out to me. “Hey squirt, how much longer are you gonna take? Your friends are waiting for you!” "I’ll be out in a minute!” I yelled back, grabbing a brush and dragging it through my hair, trying to make myself as presentable as possible. I sat down in the chair, my decision made for me, pulled open the door and rolled into the hallway, laughing as my friends seized my wheelchair and pushed me out of the house at top speeds. “Where are we going?” I asked, turning my head around to look at ~~Amy~~Applebloom running next to me. “Why, to go crusading of course.” Sweetie Belle replied from behind me, using her magic to drive the wheelchair forward as she rode on the back. "Crusading?" Why did that sound so familiar, and feel so... right? At my confused look, Applebloom snorted, and said, “She means adventuring, Sam.” “Oh.” Author's Note The plot thickens(not really). How will our intrepid heroine tread the darkened hallways of lies and deceit? To find out, join us next time on... Bah! Whatever. What ever happens next does not intrigue me as much as your comments. Please, feel free to be as candid as you want, as long as you're not insulting another commenter. I don't mind the insults, but I would rather not have to wade through a war zone to find the good comments. other than that, fire away! bring out your lasers and cannons, nothing can touch me! bwahahahahaha- *ahem* Well, back on track, I hope you enjoyed your Christmas, I know mine was a blast. And everyone have an awesome New Years! Chapter 3: A Challenge ErasedI watched as Sam’s friends sped off, with her in tow, and laughed, remembering the days when me and my friends were that energetic. Walked back into my sister’s bedroom, I looked at the mess caused by Sam’s mad dash to the bathroom, and sighed, shaking my head. I picked up the room, even making her bed, before i moved onto her desk.staring at it, I noticed something odd. The computer wasn’t off. I moved the mouse, wondering what Sam was looking at before dinner, and looked on as the screen sprang out of the dark screensaver. My eyes widened in surprise as I gazed at the chat box she had left open. The last few messages were all that were available, and I tried to figure out what I was seeing. It looked like this: ...What? Would you like to join them? ...Are you really offering that to me? Yes. We ask again, would you like to join them? The biggest thing that worried me, though, was what had been typed in, ready to send. Y| “You want to do what?!” I stared at my friends, bewildered by their changed views on ‘adventuring.’ “The last time we did that, Amy turned into… that!” With that phrase, I waved my hands at the form of AB. “Well ah like being Applebloom!” said filly cried out in indignation. That’s not the point, Sam. Besides, what could possibly happen? Are you scared that you might turn into one of us?” Sweetie Belle squealed, looking at me mischievously, and I could practically see her eyes glinting. I groaned. “Do I really have to go out in public like this?” I wined, blushing furiously under my wig and makeup. “I understand the reason behind the disguise, but why do you insist on me being, well, this?” I gestured, letting them take in the full form of the form fitting costume, which hugged my curves closely, down to the… uncomfortable level. “Did they really have to go so into detail that it can’t be worn outside without clothes?” “It looks so realistic,” Sweetie breathed, reaching out, attempting poking the fabric. “Are you sure you didn’t turn into one of us when our backs were turned?” “Yes, I’m sure. Applebloom, stop it!” I snorted, trying to hold in a laugh as AB rubbed my side. “That tickles!” “But it seems so real! Ah can’t even feel the difference!” she exclaimed, snatching her hand back as I swiped at it. “You know what, the zipper’s in the mane. Pull it down if you really want to know that I am under here.” I turned the wheelchair around, motioning to Sweetie, who hesitantly searched through the magenta mane for the zipper. After a few seconds, her search became more frantic, and verged on painful. “Sweetie, what’s wrong? Why are you not unzipping me?” I asked. I could feel my heart begin to race, and I hoped that the answer I got back wouldn’t be what I imagined. “I-I don’t know! I can’t find it!” Sweetie squeaked, and began to pull hard on the mane, stretching the costume’s muzzle across my face, pulling painfully on my skin. “Ow! Let go, that hurts!” I cried out, tears starting to form in my eyes. “Hurts?” Sweetie mumbled as AB pushed her aside, and carefully started to comb through ~~my~~the costume’s mane, releasing me from the pain. I sat there, fidgeting as I waited for the bad news. Am I really in a costume, or is this my skin? Would I be stuck like this forever? What would Mrs Dashel say? Would I be- “Found it!” AB proclaimed, pulling down the zipper. In my shocked state of mind, I didn’t catch the falling costume as it peeled off my skin in time to protect certain goods from being revealed. I hastily pulled up the costume again as my face turned beat red once again. “S-see? I’m s-still human inside here. It’s just a c-costume.” I stuttered, trying to think of a new topic to distract the girls. “S-so, explain to me why I need to wear this, exactly?” "Because the park has been reserved for an anthro party. I think our sisters are involved in it or something. And some guy they call Maestro. I want to see what they're doing with you guys, and they wouldn't normally let you in." Sweetie said. I snorted at what she said, thinking about what I saw earlier that morning. I spent the entire trip itchy and uncomfortable. And that’s not even the worst part. Oh no, the worst part was that when we got to the park, our targets weren’t even there! “Where the heck are they?” I exclaimed, forcing myself to stay sitting in the wheelchair as my body tries to spring up. “You said I had to wear this stupid costume because I wouldn’t be allowed into the park, and now no one’s even here!” I scrambled at the wheels, turning the chair around and sending myself to the park bathroom. “Where are you goin’?” Applebloom ran after me, trying to catch up with the speed I was gaining by going down an incline. “I’m going to a dance recital. Where do you think I’m going?! I’m taking this stupid costume off, that’s what I’m doing!” When I reached the door to the family bathroom, I pushed into the room, locking the door behind me just in time for it to get a dent in it. I never knew she had such a hard head. I fumbled with the zipper behind my head, pulling the mask off. I rubbed my face, sighing with relief, and then froze. Slowly, I turned my head around and stared in the mirror. “Well that’s not good,” I mumbled, inspecting the fuzz that was barely noticeable, yet undeniably there. I pulled the rest of the costume off(the clothes coming off with it) and stared at the person in the mirror. Or rather, Anthro. Maybe both? I don’t exactly know what happened next, but I ended up sobbing into someone's arms as I realized just what was happening to me. Applebloom rubbed her head as Sweetie caught up with her, trying to figure out what was up with Sam. “Why is she actin’ like this? Sam was one of the biggest supporters we had after we transformed, and now she’s just… just…” Applebloom trailed off, trying to find the words to describe what she’s been seeing. “Just what, Applebloom?” Sweetie asked, leaning over to catch her breath. “It’s just so-” Applebloom’s words were cut off when they heard a gasp coming from the bathroom Sam had just entered. “What was that?” As if in response to the her question, a thump accompanied by a soft sobbing emanated from inside. “Sam?” Sweetie called out, “Sam? Are you ok? Is something wrong?” As each question was only reciprocated with more sobbing, Applebloom began pounding on the door, trying to figure out why it wouldn’t budge. “Sam? Come on, talk to me! What’s wrong? Sam?!” getting frantic, Sweetie and Applebloom both started banging on the door, desperate to find what had made their friend cry so hard. “Sam! Answer me, dang it! Sam! Sam!!” frustrated, Applebloom felt an intense urge to buck open the door, and this time, she followed it. With a bang, the door flew off it’s hinges and slammed into the opposite wall. After a second of shock from the power of the kick, Applebloom rushed after sweetie to the crumpled heap next to a wheelchair. “Sam? Sam! Oh thank Celestia you’re ok!” she exclaimed, dropping to her knees next to Sam. “Applebloom,” Sweetie hissed, garnering her attention. “Look at this.” “Sweetie, what are you goin’ on about now?” Applebloom looked over, confused, and saw what Sweetie was trying to show her. Her eyes widened as she saw what had happened to her friends lower body. “Wha…” was all that came out as she tried to process the information being sent to her brain. Sam’s body from the hips down had grown orange fur, and a tail had started to poke out from the base of her spine. On top of that, a somewhat familiar mark had started to fade in on the thigh of the girl, and her feet had already turned into hooves, and the fur was slowly but visibly creeping up her body. Sam had grabbed onto Sweetie’s shirt and dragged her morphing body over so that she could lay in her friends arms, and started to cry her heart out. Applebloom felt a tinge of curiosity at her friend’s relatively slow transformation, but cast that aside as Sam began a new set of sobs, barely able to hold onto her friend for support. Applebloom scooted over and put her arms around her friends, joining them together in a comforting circle of friends. “Please, please don’t leave me. Please.” Sam choked out. Sweetie looked down, surprised by her friend’s begging statement, and then met Applebloom’s eyes, reaching a silent agreement with her. “Don’t worry Sam, we’re here for you. We won’t leave you, I promise.” Author's Note Welp, stayed up to late for that one (Procrastination, my old friend. I've come to beat on you again.). So, give a thumbs up if you liked it, and tell me what I did wrong if you don't. I can't fix it if I don't know about it! I hope to enjoy were this story takes us along with my readers! Chapter 4: WalkingThe girls had hugged me until I had stopped crying, and now we were on our way to Applebloom’s house. Something about talking to her sister or something. I wasn’t really listening, being in a stupor from the shock. I was jostled out of my deep thought when the wheelchair hit a bump and I went sprawling. “Oh my gosh, are you alright, Sam?” Sweetie exclaimed, moving around the capsized chair. I sat up. “Yeah, I think so.” I stood up and brushed off my pants, stopping when I heard a choking sound coming from Applebloom. Looking up, I caught my friends staring at me, and I tilted my head in confusion. “What?” “You’re… walking…” Applebloom muttered, blinking and rubbing her eyes. After a few moments, she started to tear up, and she launched herself at me, knocking be back down on my butt. “You’re walking, Sam!” “Yeah, I can walk again. Now can I please get up?” I smirked at my friend's face when she realized what she had done. I responded to her muttered sorry with a concise, “It’s fine,” and carefully got back up on my legs, wobbling a little. “Let’s go.” We moved at a snail’s pace, hindered greatly by my inability to run and general lack of awesomeness. As we neared our destination, I was a little surprised at where they decided to go, although not very much. Honestly, Kurt was probably the best person to tell first. When the farm appeared over the horizon, Applebloom sped on ahead, leaving me and Sweetie to literally eat her dust. Dang that filly can run. The sad part of this cloud is that Sweetie started hacking up a lung, which caused her to drop me, which in turn caused me to start coughing. Fun times, fun times. When Sweetie and I got our breath back, Applebloom was out of sight, though her house could be seen peeking through the trees. The two friends looked at each other and then continued at a much more relaxed pace, though still faster than before. When we reached the sign, I took in the sight of my friend’s farm at a new height and found it pretty much the same. Unfortunately I missed the small emerald flash down near my brand spankin’ new hooves, but I did notice the feeling of kicking something, and I definitely saw a small form go sailing in the air and over the house. As the fillies were heading towards Applebloom’s house, her elder sister, Ashley, was busy preparing the family dog, Winona, for a bath. “Come on, Winona. Ya need a bath, girl!” Winona reluctantly went over and accepted her bath. Once the family pet was washed, rinsed, and dried, AJ placed Winona’s new collar around her dog’s neck. She had purchased it at the animal shelter her friend Flora worked at. Then a furry ball came flying over the house and landed in a mud puddle near where Winona had been washed with a splat, catching her dog’s attention. It was no bigger than a mouse. Winona began to sniff curiously around the small puddle and Ashley scooped her up, chiding her. “Sorry, girl, just got ya washed up. Ah’m not giving ya ‘nother bath just ‘cause ya chose to get dirty again.” Ashley stooped down to see what her dog was so interested in. “Alex, that you in that mud puddle?” Ashley began to look for something to help scoop Alex out of the mud when she heard the mud grunt in affirmation. “May I help you?” Ashley looked up when she heard someone’s voice. She smiled when she recognized the owner of the question. “Oh, Howdy, Starlight! Just tryin’ to get my mouse friend out of this mud puddle as I wait on mah little sister and her friends. They promised to help me out with some baking. Rarity wanted some o’ mah Apple Fritters.” “Well, I don't know about the second thing, but I think I can help out with the first thing!” Before Ashley could ask, Starlight's magic was already working. She used a levitation spell to get Alex out of the mud puddle. Ashley held out her hands to receive Alex from Starlight’s magical aura, “You okay, sugarcube?” Alex nodded, wiping mud out of her eyes. Ashley smiled at Starlight, “Thanks fer helpin’ out. Seems like yer learning a lot about friendship by hangin’ out with us.” “No problem. And yes, now that I discovered it, friendship is such an amazing thing to learn about.” said Starlight. Ashley wiped one of her hands on her jeans before directing Starlight to her house. “Well, welcome t’ Sweet Apple Acres. Mah little sister should be coming in anytime now. She’s got red hair, a pink bow and yellow fur.” “Well, it will be good to meet… um… what’s her name?” asked Starlight, blushing a little. Ashley sighed as she opened the front door, “Amy was her human name, but she wants to be called Apple Bloom. She’s friends with Rarity’s little sister and Micaela’s sister Sam. Ah also have a big brother, and mah grandmother. Plus lots of other extended relatives all around on their farms.” “Sounds nice! Oh, and sorry for asking. I’m still used to hearing human names everyday, so these transformation one’s are still strange to me.” Starlight said, plopping down on a couch. Ashley shook her head as she followed her friends lead. “Ah hear ya. Turns out we have Trixie at school, as well as Sunset Shimmer. Both unicorn anthros.” “Oh, interesting… Is any of them bad or both of them good?” Starlight looked at her expectantly. Ashley paused for a second, “Well, Sunset’s really nice and she even sang at a talent show we held. Trixie used to be a bully and even challenged Twilight to a magic duel. But it turns out she wasn’t in her right mind. Apparently there’s this amulet that can cause unicorns to become evil. I think the amulet’s gone now, but this really evil entity has been causing trouble at school lately. He’s been turning humans into anthros without their consent.” “Well, at least I know that I wasn't turning crazy when all I could see were anthro ponies everywhere.” Joked Starlight,inciting a small laugh from her friend. Just then, the Ashley’s younger sister ran into the room where the older anthros were talking, skidding to a stop when she saw Starlight, “Sorry, sis! Ah didn’t know we had company!” She panted out as she caught her breath. “Oh, you must be Apple Bloom! I’m Starlight Glimmer, nice to meet you!” Starlight’s eyes ‘glimmered’ when she saw Applebloom. Apple Bloom smiledand extended her hand to Starlight, “Nice ya meet ya, Starlight! Yer one o’ mah sister’s friends from school, right?” Starlight got up shook the little girl’s hand. “Correct! And I was doing a visit there, so we could talk about things.” She responded lightly. “Mighty glad ya stopped by, Starlight. And, here comes the rest of mah family.” Ashley nodded toward the figures coming through the door. “This here’s Granny Smith and my big brother, Big MacIntosh. And before ya say anythin’,yes, mah family’s specialty are apple-based products.” “I can see that, you do have a lot of apple trees here! That’s so cool!” Starlight sqealed. Ashley nodded, “Well, those there apples we need for some treats Ah’m planning to deliver to Rarity’s. Just need t’ find Sweetie Belle and Sam.” Apple Bloom interjected, “Sam and Sweetie Belle were behind me coming as fast as they could but for some reason I got here before them.” Ashley rolled her eyes at her sister. “Ah’m sure they’ll be here any moment.” right on cue, Sweetie burst into the room. “See? There’s Sweetie Belle right there.” Ashley got up and began walking towards the door. “Ah’m gonna go get Sam.” “There’s no need.” Ashley watched in confusion as a young orange Anthro walked into the room, trying to id behind her short mane. “Are you takin’ over for Sam?” The older mare scrutinized the younger one’s face, trying to place why she looked familiar. “Ah’m soory, do ah know you from somewhere?” The filly seemed to shrink, finally figuring out out to hid behind her mane. In classic fluttershy, she said, “I am Sam.” “Ah’m sorry sugarcube, ah can’t hear you. What was that?” Ashley leaned closer to the kid, who in turn shrunk even more. She cleared her throat, and tried to speak up. “I said, I am Sam.” Ashley blinked, rubbing her ear as she stood back up. “And now ah’m hearing things. Starlight, please tell me what you just heard.” “I believe she was telling you that she was Sam. What’d you hear?” Ashley’s eyes widened, and she stumbled back to the couch. Starlight looked at her reproachfully. “What’s wrong?” “What’s wrong? Ah’ll tell you what’s wrong. Sam over there has been stuck in a wheelchair ever since I’ve known her.” Starlight gasped and looked over at the filly, who just smiled at her weakly. Ashley rubbed her eyes. After examining Sam for a few seconds, Starlight looked at her thoughtfully. “I guess that the transformation could fix previous injuries.” Ashley sighed and nodded, “So Sam can walk and run again? Ah guess it’s ok if it only healed injuries. How much magic does that take, anyways?” She looked over at her friend, who just shrugged. “Hell if I know. Oh, speaking of magic and all, I saw something pretty strange on my way here…” Starlight said, changing the subject so as to mask her failure of understanding what she thought was a basic function of the world, however new it was. Ashley tilted her head, “Ya don’t say. What kinda strange thing, other than us and the other anthros around school?” “Well, I saw some checkered floor, a house floating around, and some kind of… dragon thing?” Author's Note Haha! I actually finished the next part(with some much needed help from kwr2k13 and Discord The Narrator! Success!
Chapter 1: The Analysts' OfferWell that’s just great. Not only did Matt turn into… whatever it’s called, but Amy and Melanie too? And they changed their names? What’s up with that? I sat in my room in a huff, trying to hold back my tears. The most awesomest person I knew just got a huge body swap, and I was just expected to sit back and act like nothing was wrong? Like my new world wasn’t just shattered? Yeah, no, I thought, moving to my wheelchair. Screw that crap. I rolled over to my computer. Who were the morons that Matt said changed her into Macaela? The theory analyst? Let’s see if I can find their channel. I scrolled through the options presented before me, and was unsatisfied with my findings. “Maybe I need to type in the full name to find them,” I murmured, browsing through the rest of the page. Just as I was about to go back to the top, a video caught my eye. It was something about a group called cmc or something, I really wasn’t that interested, but it was about MLP, so I clicked on it. Quickly, so as not to have my eyes tortured with the sight of ponies, I clicked on the creator tab, the MLP: theory analysts they called themselves. I found the video they uploaded about rainbow dash, the thing Matt had turned into, and loaded it, making sure to pause the video at the add. I scrolled down to the comment section and left a comment that soured my mouth. You s**** turned the best person ever into a f****** walking talking rainbow! And you turned all my friends into monsters!! Hope you’re happy about ruining my life you m*******!!! I don’t know where the swear words came from, but they seemed to present my hatred as deeper than I intended, because not a minute later I got a response back. We’re sorry you feel that way. Please elaborate on why you think this ruined your life, because as far as we can tell, It has not down anything bad to your life. I snarled, my hatred growing. You can’t tell?! What are you, stalkers?! Of course you can’t tell, you’re not the ones living through it! What would you think if all the sudden you brother turns into girl and starts to ignore you?! How do you think it feels to have your friends start to spend less time with you because of this stupid transformation thing?! M****** piles of s***, you can’t even begin to realize!! By the end of this little rant, I was breathing heavily, and I felt like my face was burning off it was so hot. I expected them to respond forcefully and rudely, giving me more ammunition against them. What I did not expect was what they said next. Would you like to join them? My hands paused over the keyboard as this simple phrase rattled around in my brain. Join them? What could that possibly mean? Did they want me to… no, they couldn’t be saying that. But just to be sure, I cautiously typed out: ...What? Would you like to join them? ...Are you really offering that to me? Yes. We ask again, would you like to join them? I stared at their last message, my eyes wide with disbelief. Were they seriously trying to bribe her with a body change so she’d be more like the girls? What kind of psychopaths were they? Then again, to keep their friendship, would it really be that bad? I mulled over that one thought, wondering how far I was really willing to go to keep what I had here with them. After a while, Mrs Dashel jolted me out of my deep thinking by walking into the room and picking me up, and I started to flail around. “Now Sam, remember what I said last time you didn’t answer me when I called you for dinner? No more technology for the rest of the night, missy.” Mrs Dashel proclaimed as she carried me down the hall to the kitchen. “But Mrs Dasheeeeeel, I was trying to figure out what happened to Matt!” I wined, trying to push my head out of her ample bosom. She always held me too tightly like I was going to fall when she carried me. I giggled as she spun around through the house, going through rooms we didn’t need to go through and basically being just an awesome mo- no. that still hurt too much. Mrs Dashel saw my mood change, and quickly moved into the kitchen, making little jokes here and there as she set me down and finished preparing dinner. I looked over through the doorway to the living room as the front door smashed open, allowing Macaela to fly through the door, bringing in gusts of wind and leaves. She quickly landed and blew all the leaves back outside with a flap of her wings. Closing the door, she turned around and caught me staring, and I quickly looked away with a blush. Macaela waltzed in, coming over to me and ruffling my hair. “What’s up, Squirt?” she asked, smiling, only to frown as I shoved her away. “What’s wrong?” ”Stupid freaking Analysts and their stupid freaking body morph.” I mumbled, not wanting to curse in case they could hear me. Their soap tastes a lot worse than Mrs Smith’s did. I could tell by Macaela’s frown getting worse that she did, in fact hear me. “Sam, what do you have against the analysts? Is it because I turned into Rainbow? Because I would have chosen to turn into her if given the option.” She said, her frown growing more disapproving. She started hovering in the air, folding her body into a relaxed pose. “That’s just it! Even if you would have, you didn’t get the chance to say no! We don’t even know if they tampered with your mind or aren’t still changing you!” I cried out, tears starting to form. “And what about Amy and Melanie, huh? Did they chose to be turned into that? Did they even have a say in if they wanted to stay human? Or were they forced to go along with it, abandoning their previous forms, their life, me? Did they chose to leave me alone?!” I stopped talking only because I couldn’t hold in my tears anymore, and I cried, these great heaving sobs filling the air and racking my already damaged body. I shoved my head into my arms, laying them down onto the table as I bawled into the shirt my real mother gave me for my birthday, that fateful day. I barely caught the conversation the two Dashels were having in front of me, only little bits catching my attention as I wallowed in self pity. “What’s… with her?” “Macaela, you… she’s suffering… her birthday… waiting all day… you were… left… alone.” “WHAAAAT?! HER BIRTHDAY?!” “Yes.” The rest was drowned out by my wailing as a new scab was ripped clean off. I hadn’t really realized what day it was, and hearing it from my foster mom just somehow hurt more. I just sat there for a while, crying, and then slowly dozed off, my mind clouded with betrayal and mistrust. Macaela groaned, running her hand down her muzzle. “I can’t believe I forgot her birthday.” she muttered, looking at the now sleeping girl the Dashels had recently adopted. She knew that Sam still thought of them as her foster family, and that she only made a couple friends at school. “I guess that’s what Sweetie and AB were trying to tell me about at the party. Why didn’t I listen to them, or even bring along Sam?” At her mom’s nudging, Macaela picked up the sleeping girl and carried her to her bed, smiling slightly when she calmed down and snuggled into her sister’s chest. When she got to the kid’s room, she put her down on the bed, kissed her forehead, and began to leave when Sam suddenly began to weep quietly in her sleep, barely loud enough for the pegasus’ ears to catch. She sigh in frustration, and then flew over and got in under the covers, holding her little sister as she dreamt of horrors only she knew. Slowly, Macaela fell asleep, comforting her sister as best as she could, while unbeknownst to her, their mom stood in the shadow of the hallway, watching as her daughters slept together to stave off the nightmares. Author's Note Wow. The feels. This hit closer to home than I meant it to. The tears that night were... indescribable. I didn't know that something so different could still affect me so much. ugh. Anyways, this is another side story in the Lavender Heart universe. Give me every kind of feedback you like, including calling me a bad writer, I don't mind. We only get better with practice and failure! I chose to release this just before christmas for a reason. I had previously planned to release it on christmas eve or christmas day, but I decided it was just too much of a hassle. I’ll be releasing the next one just before new years. Enjoy!
Chapter 2: For the First Time Since SeattleThe next morning greeted me by shining a light in my eyes through my window blinds. In response to the rude awakening, I snuggled closer to the warm body holding me. Mrs Dashel must have brought me to bed and fallen asleep comforting me. I smiled at the thought, thinking about how nice it would be to have a mother again. This thought sent shivers down my spine, and rolled over, pushing my face into Mrs Dashel’s furry cleavage. Furry? I thought. The only thing in this house that’s warm and furry is… Macaela?! The thought startled me, though not enough to make me jump out of bed. Maybe i’ll just lay here a little longer, and chew her out later. When the option to stay near this warm fuzzy presence presented itself, I jumped at it, doing everything I could to ignore the part of my mind that screamed how creepy it was for a guy to do this, and pointed out that she was the reason I cried myself to sleep last night before dinner. With these thoughts vanquished, I fell asleep in my idols arms, not noticing the slight itch I felt in my toes. When Macaela fell asleep last night, she was prepared to wake up to Sam moving around in her arms, maybe pushing her away and demanding to know why she was in Sam’s bed. So imagine her surprise when she woke up to Sam moving around, not to push her away, but to curl up tighter against her. Little squirt must have had a really bad dream for her to just give up on getting out of bed. With this in mind, she pulled Sam in as close as she could, securing her head on her chest and surrounding them both with her wings. The day doesn’t need to come quite yet. Rainbow couldn’t guess how long they stayed like that, but a few hours had to have passed before she felt someone poke her wings, eliciting her to open them up slightly so she could look at the intruder with a questioning gaze. Outside in the room around them were the two CMC Anthros, leaning over the sisters with confused looks on their faces. “What’s happening here?” Sweetie Belle said, her voice a little louder than a whisper. Thinking about what Sam said last night, Macaela chose her words carefully, trying not to reveal too much, but enough to get the gist across to the point that they wouldn’t push it. “Sam… fell asleep before dinner at the dinner table last night. I carried her to bed, but she was having a nightmare, so I stayed with her through the night.” She explained, hoping to satisfy their curiosity for the time being. “Do you want us to come back later?” Applebloom asked. Macaela opened her mouth, only to be interrupted by a slight groan and Sam moving a little bit. She smiled “No, no, I think it’s about time we got about our day.” With that statement, she took down her wing barrier, and carefully shook her sister awake. Sam looked up bleary eyed at her friends. “Waa...?” I could hear people talking, but I just wanted them to go away. I tried to snuggle up closer to Macaela, but I found I had already snuggled up as close as I could. It was at that moment that my host did something horrible. She shook me more awake! I looked up, my eyes still clouded from sleep, and tried to process what my mind was telling me. “Waa…?” I mumbled, realizing the two colorful blurry shapes in front of me were my friends. I looked over at my furry pillow, and my brain finally registered what had happened last night and this morning. I felt my face heat up as I scrambled for my wheelchair, hopping into it and pushing myself to the bathroom, trying toignore my friends' gazes. Dangitdangitdangitdangit! Why did they have to see that?! I pushed the door closed, and then leaned my head against the backrest of my wheelchair with a groan. I then remembered an itching feeling last night, and I almost felt like saying ‘I have a really bad feeling about this,’ but I refrained from jinxing myself. Slowly I pulled my pants’ leg up, hoping beyond hope that it wouldn’t be, only to have them dashed[heh] against the rocks when I saw the orange fur growing up my leg. Quickly, I shaved my legs, nicking them a few times, and then stared at my hooves, at a loss for how to hide them. I remembered Twilight saying something about the shoes still working, even though they were hooves because of the hoof breadth and other egghead terms. I would have just chalked it up to magic. I don’t think I’ve ever been so thankful to have my own stash of clothes and shoes in that bathroom. When Mrs Dashel proclaimed that I would need it, I never knew how right she’d been. Sometimes I wonder if she can see the future. When I finished pulling on my clothes, I checked to see how fast the fur was growing, and I was surprised to see that it had barely gone a quarter of the way up the area I shaved. Shrugging, I pulled on my shoes, finding that Twilight had in fact been right, and that somehow the shoes fit perfectly. I then realized that the nicks on my legs actually hurt, and I had been moving them around to see how well the shoe fit. No way, I thought, can I use my legs again because of the body morph? Thinking on my theory, I decided to try to see if my legs could hold me on my knees first. Grabbing the edge of the counter and the armrest of the wheelchair, I slowly pulled myself up, marveling at how the floor felt through my jeans. When I had my legs under me, I slowly decreased the weight I was holding up with my arms. I gasped, covering my mouth, when my legs held my full body weight with no problem at all. I was all ready to leap up and jump around for the first time since the accident, when I remembered that the girls were waiting for me. As quick as I dared, I raised myself up, now using my legs as well, and then placed my feet firmly on the floor. At this point I was inwardly screaming, and as I took a somewhat wobbly step towards the front of the wheelchair, the only thing that stopped the scream escaping from my lips were the hands over them. I can walk! I can walk! I screamed silently, trying not to make too much noise. I looked at the wheelchair, contemplating whether I should continue with my plan to hide my transformation for a while, or get rid of that chair as fast as humanly possible. After a couple minutes, I heard Rainbow-wait... whose Rainbow? ...Meh, I’ll figure it out later.-call out to me. “Hey squirt, how much longer are you gonna take? Your friends are waiting for you!” "I’ll be out in a minute!” I yelled back, grabbing a brush and dragging it through my hair, trying to make myself as presentable as possible. I sat down in the chair, my decision made for me, pulled open the door and rolled into the hallway, laughing as my friends seized my wheelchair and pushed me out of the house at top speeds. “Where are we going?” I asked, turning my head around to look at ~~Amy~~Applebloom running next to me. “Why, to go crusading of course.” Sweetie Belle replied from behind me, using her magic to drive the wheelchair forward as she rode on the back. "Crusading?" Why did that sound so familiar, and feel so... right? At my confused look, Applebloom snorted, and said, “She means adventuring, Sam.” “Oh.” Author's Note The plot thickens(not really). How will our intrepid heroine tread the darkened hallways of lies and deceit? To find out, join us next time on... Bah! Whatever. What ever happens next does not intrigue me as much as your comments. Please, feel free to be as candid as you want, as long as you're not insulting another commenter. I don't mind the insults, but I would rather not have to wade through a war zone to find the good comments. other than that, fire away! bring out your lasers and cannons, nothing can touch me! bwahahahahaha- *ahem* Well, back on track, I hope you enjoyed your Christmas, I know mine was a blast. And everyone have an awesome New Years!
Chapter 3: A Challenge ErasedI watched as Sam’s friends sped off, with her in tow, and laughed, remembering the days when me and my friends were that energetic. Walked back into my sister’s bedroom, I looked at the mess caused by Sam’s mad dash to the bathroom, and sighed, shaking my head. I picked up the room, even making her bed, before i moved onto her desk.staring at it, I noticed something odd. The computer wasn’t off. I moved the mouse, wondering what Sam was looking at before dinner, and looked on as the screen sprang out of the dark screensaver. My eyes widened in surprise as I gazed at the chat box she had left open. The last few messages were all that were available, and I tried to figure out what I was seeing. It looked like this: ...What? Would you like to join them? ...Are you really offering that to me? Yes. We ask again, would you like to join them? The biggest thing that worried me, though, was what had been typed in, ready to send. Y| “You want to do what?!” I stared at my friends, bewildered by their changed views on ‘adventuring.’ “The last time we did that, Amy turned into… that!” With that phrase, I waved my hands at the form of AB. “Well ah like being Applebloom!” said filly cried out in indignation. That’s not the point, Sam. Besides, what could possibly happen? Are you scared that you might turn into one of us?” Sweetie Belle squealed, looking at me mischievously, and I could practically see her eyes glinting. I groaned. “Do I really have to go out in public like this?” I wined, blushing furiously under my wig and makeup. “I understand the reason behind the disguise, but why do you insist on me being, well, this?” I gestured, letting them take in the full form of the form fitting costume, which hugged my curves closely, down to the… uncomfortable level. “Did they really have to go so into detail that it can’t be worn outside without clothes?” “It looks so realistic,” Sweetie breathed, reaching out, attempting poking the fabric. “Are you sure you didn’t turn into one of us when our backs were turned?” “Yes, I’m sure. Applebloom, stop it!” I snorted, trying to hold in a laugh as AB rubbed my side. “That tickles!” “But it seems so real! Ah can’t even feel the difference!” she exclaimed, snatching her hand back as I swiped at it. “You know what, the zipper’s in the mane. Pull it down if you really want to know that I am under here.” I turned the wheelchair around, motioning to Sweetie, who hesitantly searched through the magenta mane for the zipper. After a few seconds, her search became more frantic, and verged on painful. “Sweetie, what’s wrong? Why are you not unzipping me?” I asked. I could feel my heart begin to race, and I hoped that the answer I got back wouldn’t be what I imagined. “I-I don’t know! I can’t find it!” Sweetie squeaked, and began to pull hard on the mane, stretching the costume’s muzzle across my face, pulling painfully on my skin. “Ow! Let go, that hurts!” I cried out, tears starting to form in my eyes. “Hurts?” Sweetie mumbled as AB pushed her aside, and carefully started to comb through ~~my~~the costume’s mane, releasing me from the pain. I sat there, fidgeting as I waited for the bad news. Am I really in a costume, or is this my skin? Would I be stuck like this forever? What would Mrs Dashel say? Would I be- “Found it!” AB proclaimed, pulling down the zipper. In my shocked state of mind, I didn’t catch the falling costume as it peeled off my skin in time to protect certain goods from being revealed. I hastily pulled up the costume again as my face turned beat red once again. “S-see? I’m s-still human inside here. It’s just a c-costume.” I stuttered, trying to think of a new topic to distract the girls. “S-so, explain to me why I need to wear this, exactly?” "Because the park has been reserved for an anthro party. I think our sisters are involved in it or something. And some guy they call Maestro. I want to see what they're doing with you guys, and they wouldn't normally let you in." Sweetie said. I snorted at what she said, thinking about what I saw earlier that morning. I spent the entire trip itchy and uncomfortable. And that’s not even the worst part. Oh no, the worst part was that when we got to the park, our targets weren’t even there! “Where the heck are they?” I exclaimed, forcing myself to stay sitting in the wheelchair as my body tries to spring up. “You said I had to wear this stupid costume because I wouldn’t be allowed into the park, and now no one’s even here!” I scrambled at the wheels, turning the chair around and sending myself to the park bathroom. “Where are you goin’?” Applebloom ran after me, trying to catch up with the speed I was gaining by going down an incline. “I’m going to a dance recital. Where do you think I’m going?! I’m taking this stupid costume off, that’s what I’m doing!” When I reached the door to the family bathroom, I pushed into the room, locking the door behind me just in time for it to get a dent in it. I never knew she had such a hard head. I fumbled with the zipper behind my head, pulling the mask off. I rubbed my face, sighing with relief, and then froze. Slowly, I turned my head around and stared in the mirror. “Well that’s not good,” I mumbled, inspecting the fuzz that was barely noticeable, yet undeniably there. I pulled the rest of the costume off(the clothes coming off with it) and stared at the person in the mirror. Or rather, Anthro. Maybe both? I don’t exactly know what happened next, but I ended up sobbing into someone's arms as I realized just what was happening to me. Applebloom rubbed her head as Sweetie caught up with her, trying to figure out what was up with Sam. “Why is she actin’ like this? Sam was one of the biggest supporters we had after we transformed, and now she’s just… just…” Applebloom trailed off, trying to find the words to describe what she’s been seeing. “Just what, Applebloom?” Sweetie asked, leaning over to catch her breath. “It’s just so-” Applebloom’s words were cut off when they heard a gasp coming from the bathroom Sam had just entered. “What was that?” As if in response to the her question, a thump accompanied by a soft sobbing emanated from inside. “Sam?” Sweetie called out, “Sam? Are you ok? Is something wrong?” As each question was only reciprocated with more sobbing, Applebloom began pounding on the door, trying to figure out why it wouldn’t budge. “Sam? Come on, talk to me! What’s wrong? Sam?!” getting frantic, Sweetie and Applebloom both started banging on the door, desperate to find what had made their friend cry so hard. “Sam! Answer me, dang it! Sam! Sam!!” frustrated, Applebloom felt an intense urge to buck open the door, and this time, she followed it. With a bang, the door flew off it’s hinges and slammed into the opposite wall. After a second of shock from the power of the kick, Applebloom rushed after sweetie to the crumpled heap next to a wheelchair. “Sam? Sam! Oh thank Celestia you’re ok!” she exclaimed, dropping to her knees next to Sam. “Applebloom,” Sweetie hissed, garnering her attention. “Look at this.” “Sweetie, what are you goin’ on about now?” Applebloom looked over, confused, and saw what Sweetie was trying to show her. Her eyes widened as she saw what had happened to her friends lower body. “Wha…” was all that came out as she tried to process the information being sent to her brain. Sam’s body from the hips down had grown orange fur, and a tail had started to poke out from the base of her spine. On top of that, a somewhat familiar mark had started to fade in on the thigh of the girl, and her feet had already turned into hooves, and the fur was slowly but visibly creeping up her body. Sam had grabbed onto Sweetie’s shirt and dragged her morphing body over so that she could lay in her friends arms, and started to cry her heart out. Applebloom felt a tinge of curiosity at her friend’s relatively slow transformation, but cast that aside as Sam began a new set of sobs, barely able to hold onto her friend for support. Applebloom scooted over and put her arms around her friends, joining them together in a comforting circle of friends. “Please, please don’t leave me. Please.” Sam choked out. Sweetie looked down, surprised by her friend’s begging statement, and then met Applebloom’s eyes, reaching a silent agreement with her. “Don’t worry Sam, we’re here for you. We won’t leave you, I promise.” Author's Note Welp, stayed up to late for that one (Procrastination, my old friend. I've come to beat on you again.). So, give a thumbs up if you liked it, and tell me what I did wrong if you don't. I can't fix it if I don't know about it! I hope to enjoy were this story takes us along with my readers!
Chapter 4: WalkingThe girls had hugged me until I had stopped crying, and now we were on our way to Applebloom’s house. Something about talking to her sister or something. I wasn’t really listening, being in a stupor from the shock. I was jostled out of my deep thought when the wheelchair hit a bump and I went sprawling. “Oh my gosh, are you alright, Sam?” Sweetie exclaimed, moving around the capsized chair. I sat up. “Yeah, I think so.” I stood up and brushed off my pants, stopping when I heard a choking sound coming from Applebloom. Looking up, I caught my friends staring at me, and I tilted my head in confusion. “What?” “You’re… walking…” Applebloom muttered, blinking and rubbing her eyes. After a few moments, she started to tear up, and she launched herself at me, knocking be back down on my butt. “You’re walking, Sam!” “Yeah, I can walk again. Now can I please get up?” I smirked at my friend's face when she realized what she had done. I responded to her muttered sorry with a concise, “It’s fine,” and carefully got back up on my legs, wobbling a little. “Let’s go.” We moved at a snail’s pace, hindered greatly by my inability to run and general lack of awesomeness. As we neared our destination, I was a little surprised at where they decided to go, although not very much. Honestly, Kurt was probably the best person to tell first. When the farm appeared over the horizon, Applebloom sped on ahead, leaving me and Sweetie to literally eat her dust. Dang that filly can run. The sad part of this cloud is that Sweetie started hacking up a lung, which caused her to drop me, which in turn caused me to start coughing. Fun times, fun times. When Sweetie and I got our breath back, Applebloom was out of sight, though her house could be seen peeking through the trees. The two friends looked at each other and then continued at a much more relaxed pace, though still faster than before. When we reached the sign, I took in the sight of my friend’s farm at a new height and found it pretty much the same. Unfortunately I missed the small emerald flash down near my brand spankin’ new hooves, but I did notice the feeling of kicking something, and I definitely saw a small form go sailing in the air and over the house. As the fillies were heading towards Applebloom’s house, her elder sister, Ashley, was busy preparing the family dog, Winona, for a bath. “Come on, Winona. Ya need a bath, girl!” Winona reluctantly went over and accepted her bath. Once the family pet was washed, rinsed, and dried, AJ placed Winona’s new collar around her dog’s neck. She had purchased it at the animal shelter her friend Flora worked at. Then a furry ball came flying over the house and landed in a mud puddle near where Winona had been washed with a splat, catching her dog’s attention. It was no bigger than a mouse. Winona began to sniff curiously around the small puddle and Ashley scooped her up, chiding her. “Sorry, girl, just got ya washed up. Ah’m not giving ya ‘nother bath just ‘cause ya chose to get dirty again.” Ashley stooped down to see what her dog was so interested in. “Alex, that you in that mud puddle?” Ashley began to look for something to help scoop Alex out of the mud when she heard the mud grunt in affirmation. “May I help you?” Ashley looked up when she heard someone’s voice. She smiled when she recognized the owner of the question. “Oh, Howdy, Starlight! Just tryin’ to get my mouse friend out of this mud puddle as I wait on mah little sister and her friends. They promised to help me out with some baking. Rarity wanted some o’ mah Apple Fritters.” “Well, I don't know about the second thing, but I think I can help out with the first thing!” Before Ashley could ask, Starlight's magic was already working. She used a levitation spell to get Alex out of the mud puddle. Ashley held out her hands to receive Alex from Starlight’s magical aura, “You okay, sugarcube?” Alex nodded, wiping mud out of her eyes. Ashley smiled at Starlight, “Thanks fer helpin’ out. Seems like yer learning a lot about friendship by hangin’ out with us.” “No problem. And yes, now that I discovered it, friendship is such an amazing thing to learn about.” said Starlight. Ashley wiped one of her hands on her jeans before directing Starlight to her house. “Well, welcome t’ Sweet Apple Acres. Mah little sister should be coming in anytime now. She’s got red hair, a pink bow and yellow fur.” “Well, it will be good to meet… um… what’s her name?” asked Starlight, blushing a little. Ashley sighed as she opened the front door, “Amy was her human name, but she wants to be called Apple Bloom. She’s friends with Rarity’s little sister and Micaela’s sister Sam. Ah also have a big brother, and mah grandmother. Plus lots of other extended relatives all around on their farms.” “Sounds nice! Oh, and sorry for asking. I’m still used to hearing human names everyday, so these transformation one’s are still strange to me.” Starlight said, plopping down on a couch. Ashley shook her head as she followed her friends lead. “Ah hear ya. Turns out we have Trixie at school, as well as Sunset Shimmer. Both unicorn anthros.” “Oh, interesting… Is any of them bad or both of them good?” Starlight looked at her expectantly. Ashley paused for a second, “Well, Sunset’s really nice and she even sang at a talent show we held. Trixie used to be a bully and even challenged Twilight to a magic duel. But it turns out she wasn’t in her right mind. Apparently there’s this amulet that can cause unicorns to become evil. I think the amulet’s gone now, but this really evil entity has been causing trouble at school lately. He’s been turning humans into anthros without their consent.” “Well, at least I know that I wasn't turning crazy when all I could see were anthro ponies everywhere.” Joked Starlight,inciting a small laugh from her friend. Just then, the Ashley’s younger sister ran into the room where the older anthros were talking, skidding to a stop when she saw Starlight, “Sorry, sis! Ah didn’t know we had company!” She panted out as she caught her breath. “Oh, you must be Apple Bloom! I’m Starlight Glimmer, nice to meet you!” Starlight’s eyes ‘glimmered’ when she saw Applebloom. Apple Bloom smiledand extended her hand to Starlight, “Nice ya meet ya, Starlight! Yer one o’ mah sister’s friends from school, right?” Starlight got up shook the little girl’s hand. “Correct! And I was doing a visit there, so we could talk about things.” She responded lightly. “Mighty glad ya stopped by, Starlight. And, here comes the rest of mah family.” Ashley nodded toward the figures coming through the door. “This here’s Granny Smith and my big brother, Big MacIntosh. And before ya say anythin’,yes, mah family’s specialty are apple-based products.” “I can see that, you do have a lot of apple trees here! That’s so cool!” Starlight sqealed. Ashley nodded, “Well, those there apples we need for some treats Ah’m planning to deliver to Rarity’s. Just need t’ find Sweetie Belle and Sam.” Apple Bloom interjected, “Sam and Sweetie Belle were behind me coming as fast as they could but for some reason I got here before them.” Ashley rolled her eyes at her sister. “Ah’m sure they’ll be here any moment.” right on cue, Sweetie burst into the room. “See? There’s Sweetie Belle right there.” Ashley got up and began walking towards the door. “Ah’m gonna go get Sam.” “There’s no need.” Ashley watched in confusion as a young orange Anthro walked into the room, trying to id behind her short mane. “Are you takin’ over for Sam?” The older mare scrutinized the younger one’s face, trying to place why she looked familiar. “Ah’m soory, do ah know you from somewhere?” The filly seemed to shrink, finally figuring out out to hid behind her mane. In classic fluttershy, she said, “I am Sam.” “Ah’m sorry sugarcube, ah can’t hear you. What was that?” Ashley leaned closer to the kid, who in turn shrunk even more. She cleared her throat, and tried to speak up. “I said, I am Sam.” Ashley blinked, rubbing her ear as she stood back up. “And now ah’m hearing things. Starlight, please tell me what you just heard.” “I believe she was telling you that she was Sam. What’d you hear?” Ashley’s eyes widened, and she stumbled back to the couch. Starlight looked at her reproachfully. “What’s wrong?” “What’s wrong? Ah’ll tell you what’s wrong. Sam over there has been stuck in a wheelchair ever since I’ve known her.” Starlight gasped and looked over at the filly, who just smiled at her weakly. Ashley rubbed her eyes. After examining Sam for a few seconds, Starlight looked at her thoughtfully. “I guess that the transformation could fix previous injuries.” Ashley sighed and nodded, “So Sam can walk and run again? Ah guess it’s ok if it only healed injuries. How much magic does that take, anyways?” She looked over at her friend, who just shrugged. “Hell if I know. Oh, speaking of magic and all, I saw something pretty strange on my way here…” Starlight said, changing the subject so as to mask her failure of understanding what she thought was a basic function of the world, however new it was. Ashley tilted her head, “Ya don’t say. What kinda strange thing, other than us and the other anthros around school?” “Well, I saw some checkered floor, a house floating around, and some kind of… dragon thing?” Author's Note Haha! I actually finished the next part(with some much needed help from kwr2k13 and Discord The Narrator! Success!
