Fiction Becoming Reality

by Berry Tenebre

Rating: teen
Tags: Random, Adventure, Human, Sad, Comedy
Length: 9730

A teenager finds something interesting on his porch.

Anthony Duquette, a teen who writes stories on the internet, and Nathaniel, the most random guy in the universe, who find something from his stories on his porch.

Follow his adventure when he needs to survive the dark part of the world we know and love while trying to find some items that are supposed to be fake.

A small crossover with The Conversion Bureau by Blaze.

Might get a proper image later.

It will be more than 50k, Pinkie promises.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-10-31 01:06:30 UTC

Chapter One - 1560 / 50000

“Bored boredy bored...” I said, lying on the couch. People would call me lucky, because I was alone in the house, but there was nothing to do in said house. I watched all the new stuff on Youtube, I read all the posts on Equestria Daily, watched all the pictures on Eq After Dark and read all the newest chapters of my favorite stories on fimfiction.net.

I thought about playing Xbox, but I got bored after an hour. There was nothing more to do on Skyrim, I finished the campaign in Left 4 Dead 2, Call of Duty 7 and 8. And Forza doesn’t look very promising. So, I was lying there, on a Friday afternoon, waiting for time to pass by.

A normal Friday would be about going to school, but today, I was feeling sick. My parents told me to go to bed, but I wasn’t tired. Even though my nose looked like a shower and my eyes were bloodshot, I decided to stay awake.

I looked around to find something awesome to do. There was the television, which I knew that, during the day, there isn’t anything good on; my video camera and my cats. My first thought,  BORING.

I was about to give up and go to sleep until I heard a doorbell. It was surprising, since we don’t have any kind of doorbell here. I stood up and went to see what was happening. I saw a shadow through the door, placing something on the floor. I rushed to the door and opened it, only to see nothing. I looked on the floor and saw a erlenmeyer flask containing some purple stuff.

I smiled at the sight. Looks like I’m finally insane. What a pleasant day to be nuts. I thought. I took the flask and went inside. I looked at it with a sly smile. Is this really what I think it is? I placed it on the table. I sat on a chair and stared at it. On the exterior, I looked pretty serene, but on the inside, it was a full sized war with two sides about one question: should I drink it?

THE ONLY WAY TO KNOW IS TO DRINK IT! - One side claimed.

BUT, IF IT’S REAL, I’LL BECOME AN EQUINE! - The other side said.

DRINK IT! - The first one shouted.

This internal war was giving me an headache. And looking at the flask wasn’t helping. It was any writer’s dream to see something from his own stories in real life. And, in front of me, was something that I always wanted.

For the records, I am Anthony, or, as people calls me, Strawberry Frosting. I am a TCB writer. What it means is that I write spin offs of the story The Conversion Bureau. In this story, human turns into ponies. Some normally, some in a crazy and epic way. In front of me was the core of the story, the thing that turns human into ponies, ponification serum.

I was still staring at it. Trying to find a way to tell that it was just a crazy dream, but all of my research proved the opposite. I could easily read what’s on it. Even the grade was there. The serum was as bubbly as it’s supposed to. I knew that it wasn’t the work of my imagination.

But, should I drink it? was my only thought.

Turning into a pony would be a unique experience, but there was no turning back. Also, how would I explain my parents about it? Unluckily, my brain was fogged because of my lack of sleep and my constant coughing.

“I know !” I shouted. I took the camera and ran downstairs with the serum. I placed them on the small table between my couch and my gaming zone, which is only a television and a Xbox. What else do I need... I remember that I only need to take 3 ounces. Chatoyance made a whole story about it.

I ran upstairs by two floors and went into the bathroom closet. I took a bottle of Pepto Bismol and removed the plastic cap. With it, I could easily measure the exact amount needed to convert. I went back downstairs, started the camera, placed it in a place where it could easily record and started filming myself during the ‘last seconds’ of my humanity, if it was more than grape soda.

“Hello, person who will be viewing this.

I am Anthony Duquette and this will by my first, and last video as a human. You heard right. On my side is something that will blow your mind. You see, I write stories. Not any kind of stories, pony stories! And, on my side is one of my creation.”

I whispered loud enough for people to hear : “More like my friend’s creation...”

“PONIFICATION SERUM!” I raised the flask up in the air.

“Today, we’ll know if it’s dangerous to drink liquid that you find up your front door given by some random stranger. It’s going to be fun! If it works, I’ll have this video to prove it. If it’s fake, then, this video will be useless.”

I took the plastic cup. “Let’s try it out!” I poured 3 ounces in the cup and placed back the flask on the table. “If I remember correctly, the anesthetics in this are pretty powerful, so, to be sure to stay alive after falling, I’ll lie on the couch.” I did do. “Also, Cloth can be dangerous and suffocating during conversion. So, because I don’t want anybody to fap on this video, I’ll turn the camera around, allowing you to only see the shadow and hear the sounds.” I turned the camera.

“Let’s do this! 3, 2, 1, GO!” I drank the whole thing like a shooter and placed the cup back on the table. “You see kids, never... ne-never drink... unknown...” I fell on the couch, asleep.

*****

The first thing I felt was freedom. You know, that feeling you have when you finish a difficult task, like if you removed a heavy backpack from your back. It feels good. Then, I felt like all my sins were removed, like if somebody pressed the ‘delete’ button. All my lust and my stealing habits were disappearing in the infinite whiteness of that weird universe. I cannot explain how I felt, let’s just say that it was comfortable.

Suddenly, I fell on some grass. When I stood up, I was standing on four legs. Usually, I would find this weird, but it was feeling nice. I started moving forward, trotting towards the castle in front of me. It was obviously made out of ivory, but was getting bigger and bigger, almost looking like a skyscraper. I entered the building, not knowing what would happen.

I was surprised at the beauty of the interior. There was thousand of decoration. Going from banners to carpets, there was colors all around me. But they looked more colorful than what I used to know. I shook my head and continued forward.

I entered a big room, that I could recognize as a throne room. I looked around, still amazed about the beauty of the place. I looked in front of me and saw that the thrones weren’t there, they were replaced with a chinese-style tea shop with the cushions and the small wooden table. On one cushion was sitting the one and only Princess Celestia drinking tea with Princess Luna. I ran toward them and bowed at them. Seeing that they didn’t saw me, I did something that quickly made me worried about my life, I cleared my throat out loud. They both startled and looked at me.

“Who are you and what are you doing here? This is a hidden placed in the magical realm, how did you find us?” Celestia asked. I stayed bowed while answered her question.

“I am Anthony Duquette and I drank a potion made with equestrian magic mixed with human technology. When I drank it, I appeared here.” When I said human, I could easily hear a gasp.

“Human! It wasn’t supposed to start until next month...” She started mumbling stuff that I couldn’t understand.

“Umm, I don’t know what you are talking about.” I said, still bowed.

“Did you said that your name was Anthony Duquette?” She asked. I nodded.

“But, it was supposed to be given to Maxim Bris. This is wrong, this is very wrong. How old are you?” She asked.

I quickly answered : “15.” I raised my head and looked at her. Her eyes grew wide and she started mumbling things like “Plus, I added a child in all this problem. Can it be more dangerous?”

She stopped walking and looked at me and said : “OKay, now that I got no choices, you need to be the one.” I was curious about what she meant. It looked like she was able to read my mind because she clarified what ‘being the one’ meant.

“You need to find the … in your world.” The what? I kind of missed a bit, but she continued. “I’ll … a hind … a paper … anagram... do you … “ I fell on my side, feeling weird.

“WE’RE LOSING IT!” Luna shouted with her royal Canterlot voice, which made the shouting dangerous for anybody’s ear.

“Listen … help up... the world... luck.” This was the last thing I heard before falling into darkness.

Chapter Two - 3088 / 50000

I woke up with a gasp, but quickly closed my eyes.

“Holy snapping turd, what the BUCK!!” I rolled on the side and fell on the floor with a loud thud.

“What the... why was I on the couch!?” I stood up on my legs, raising my arm to cover my eyes. Surprisingly, I lost my equilibrium and face planted on the table. The mix of pain from three different places was making me cry a bit. I opened my eyes, trying to get used to the light. When my eyes adjusted, I spotted a random piece of paper on the ground. I placed myself on four legs. I looked at my arm, but saw something looking like a tree trunk.

“What happened last night?” I looked at the window and saw that it wasn’t even night. “Rewind, what happened today?” I looked on the table and saw what was left of the serum.

“Ho-ly BUCK.” I placed my hooves over my mouth, face planting again. I stood back up, rubbing my cheek.

“So, when I say some words, my brain automatically says something else.” I looked around, checking if there was somepony else.

“Somepony, everypony, anypony, buck, feather. That’s... weird. I guess that it’s real now. I’ll never look at My Little Pony the same way.” I looked at my hoof. It was blue and soft. I never had fur on me and it was a weird experience. I started touching my face, feeling things that weren’t there before. There was my muzzle, my big ears and my oversized eyes. I hit my glasses by accident, making them fall. My hoof that was still on the ground tried to catch them by reflex, making me faceplant... again. Unluckily, I fell right on my glasses, destroying them on impact.

“I don’t know how my nose can be more broken. Dear Celestia...” I stood up and saw that I was able to easily read the things written on the wall on the other side.

“Finally, I don’t really need glasses. Heh... NOW, what do I do?” I looked around, trying to find an idea. “Maybe I should look at myself. TO THE BATHROOM!” Then, I realised something, how do I walk?

I tried to remember the television show and tried to figure how to walk. Okay : left-front, right-back, right-front, left-back, repeat. I started to memorise the pattern, then tried to replicate it. I looked like the guy in QWOP, more like the pony. One by one, I was moving my legs and I manage to walk toward the stairs. Suddenly, my stomach made the sound of a hungry body.

“I need to eat. To the kitchen!” I started thinking about what I should eat, leaving my body on automatic. Without thinking, I was walking up the stairs and walking in the kitchen. When I ‘woke up’ from my daydream, I was in the kitchen, in front of the refrigerator.

“Wow, it’s like if my body was programmed to walk. Heh...” I stared at the giant cold box containing food and was wondering how to open it. A normal refrigerator have the freezer on top, but ours have it on the bottom, which means that the opening handle was higher.

How do I open it? I wondered. I had an idea, but I wasn’t sure if it was a good one. I’ll never know if I stay here. With my mouth, I took the handle of the bottom freezer and pulled it, opening the rolling box. I climbed on it and stood on my back legs. I was at the two handles of the fridge. It was a double door, which was making it harder for me.

Here it goes! I took the left handle with my mouth and jumped on the side. It opened the door, but it left me hanging, hurting my mouth. I looked at my work with happiness. I climbed the freezer door again and looked inside the fridge. I saw some chicken from yesterday, but it didn’t looked that delicious. A bit under, there was a head of lettuce. I could swear that I was drooling at the sight. Without thinking, I opened the vegetable box and took the lettuce. I jumped down and pushed the freezer door to close it. Then, I headbutted the fridge door to close the rest.

With my head of lettuce in my mouth, I trotted happily in the dining room. I pulled a chair and saw that, even on the chair, I wasn’t tall enough to eat on the table. I grumbled and jumped down, eating the lettuce on the floor. Even if I became an animal, I wasn’t so sure about it.

Unluckily, there was one thing that I didn’t factor in, my parents. I heard the front door open and closed, earing my step-mother removing her shoes. My pupil shrunk when she started to walk toward the kitchen. I went behind the pillar in the middle of my house, because all the rooms are connected and there is no walls to hide behind.

She entered the kitchen and saw the ball of lettuce, half eaten on the floor.

"ANTHONY!" my step-mother screamed. "WHY IS THERE HALF A LETTUCE ON THE GROUND, HM?" After getting no immediate response. she took a broom and began cleaning the mess, a frown on her face. I said a faint ‘don’t clean it’, but it was loud enough for her to hear it. She turned her head and saw mine popping out of the pillar.

“Umm... hello.” I said quietly. Her eyes grew wide, like if she saw a ghost.

“Oh MY GOD!” She took her broom and hit me square in the muzzle. “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, YOU FILTHY BEAST!” She hit me again, on the side of my head. Normally, I would start to run, but what she said hit me on my emotions. Even if I don’t really like her, the fact is that my step-mother called me a filthy beast.

I got hit again and this time, I decided to run away. I started running around, searching for an exit. The front door is closed and the door knob will take a lot of time to open. Same thing for the garage-side door, but the back door is an easy sliding door.

I ran toward the front door, followed by my step-mother holding the broom angrily. I did a 180 turn and went between her legs. The surprise of my sudden change of direction made her stop for few seconds. I ran toward the back door and opened it. Right when I jumped outside, my step-mother arrived at the door.

“AND DON’T COME BACK!” She shouted while I was running toward the forest behind my house. I was hoping that she wouldn’t follow me. With tears, I wondered where to go. I didn’t know anybody in the neighborhood and there is no way I could get to the nearest city without getting weird looks. Also, getting back in my house is almost impossible. So, my only choice was to enter the forest behind my house, hoping to find something neat to sleep under.

*****

My father entered the house and saw that there was a lot of scratches on the wooden floor and some tiles on the kitchen floor were broken.

“What happened?” he asked my step mother. She sighed out loud.

“A horse-thing entered the house and was eating some lettuce. I managed to get rid of him.” She said while continuing to mix the ingredients for dinner.

“Get rid of him!?” He said, dumbfounded, before she changed what she said.

“Well, by ‘rid’, I mean that it ran away after few hit with a broom.” Phew, he thought. He looked in the corner of the room and saw that said broom was broken in two.

“Why is the broom broken?” He asked.

“The beast’s skull was really hard.” She simply said. He nodded.

“Where is Anthony?” He then asked, knowing that I usually greet him when he comes back from work.

“I don’t know, but I think that he may be related to this horse problem.” She said.

“You think he let a horse into our house?” He asked. She nodded. My father placed his work items on the floor and went downstairs. He saw that Anthony’s computer was closed and that his video camera was sitting on the sofa arm. What caught his attention was the purple bottle on the table.

He took the camera and saw that it was still recording. What was he recording? He thought. He stopped the recording and went in the media library. He started the movie and saw Anthony filming himself. When he drank the stuff, his eyes grew wide. Not only he said that he would turn into a ‘pony’, but he drank something given by a stranger.

After fast forwarding the video around 15 minutes later, a blue horse-thing stood up and started doing some funny things that could go in America’s funniest home video. Then, he suddenly realised what happened with his wife.

“Oh crap...”

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Not sure if it's going to be a hit like the first chapter, but I will hope. Also, the chapters may be short, but when the plot will be on and running, they're going to be longer and better. Thanks to Silver Tie for the prereading :D

Welp, ta ta for now ~!

~StrawberryFrosting

Chapter Three - 4508 / 50000

*/!\ Warning : This chapter is short and contain my worst nemesis : 1st and 3rd person shifts. /!*

/!\ I'm doing my best, so, if you have any suggestions, tell me in the comments. /!\

“Oh crap...”

He took the camera and ran upstairs, hoping to see my step-mother, Josee. When he arrived, he saw that the kitchen was empty. It was silent. Only the sound of boiling pasta sauce filled the air. Where is she? He wondered. He suddenly remembered something important, making him facepalm hard. She was supposed to have a dinner with a group of friends, leaving him and Anthony with some pasta. He ran at the pot, making sure that anything was okay, then he planned what he needed to do.

“Okay, Anthony turned into a horse... pony... whatever and ran away. The question is ‘where’... The only witness was Josee, but she’s gone.” He walked toward the glass door in the back of the house. “Is there anything that can help me here?” He looked outside and saw weird animal footprints, like the one from equines.

“Umm... also, is it possible that a ferrari appears in front of the house?” He said, laughing. He ran to take his shoes and went outside. He followed the steps leading toward the forest. Inside, the steps were more difficult to follow until they finally disappeared.

“Shit, they stop right there.” He looked around, trying to find more clues about Anthony. He was about to give up until he heard a loud snore. He looked behind the trees beside him and saw, under a pile of leaves, a sleeping creature. The fact that it was blue made it obvious that it was his son. He lifted the sleeping form and started walking home. It... he snuggled until he was in a comfortable position. He, then, mumbled something in his sleep : “Daddy...” The father smiled and entered the house.

He took the animal who was his son to the bathroom and cleaned it. He remembered when he had a dog during his childhood. Sure, he was a pony, but it was a cute and furry... maybe even more cute. When he was in the water, he woke for a few seconds, only to see his father smiling over him.

“It was all... just a dream...” He said before falling asleep again. The father chuckled and finished cleaning and drying the small creature. With the pony rolled into a towel, he walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. He turned the TV on and waited for his son to wake up.

*****

My eyes slowly opened and the first thing that I realised is that I wasn’t in the middle of the forest. I looked around and saw that I was in my living room and that the couch was comfy. I looked behind me and realised that I wasn’t on the couch, but on my father. I was still buzzed because I was half asleep, but I remembered that I was a pony. My eyes shot open and I jumped off my father. He stood up and motioned me to stop, but I took it as a threat. I started to take few steps back.

“Anthony, stop. I don’t want to hurt you.” Hearing his voice took me out of my ‘instinct mode’. I saw that I was running all on instinct. I was lucky that I didn’t buck him. I sat down and my ears dropped down.

“Hi... dad...” I was a bit ashamed of myself about drinking the serum without thinking. Just by looking at my father, I could swear that he wasn’t sure what to do himself.

“Anthony...” He said before walking toward me. I was waiting for a hit, but what he did surprised me. He hugged me. “Anthony, what happened to you?” He started to cry and I followed him. We were both crying and sobbing.

“Dad, I’m sorry. I thought it was all fake. Also, how did you know what happened?” I said between sobs. He placed his hand in his pocket to retrieve the video camera. I totally forgot that I recorded myself drinking the purple stuff. We would still be crying if my stomach didn’t sound like an angry beast.

“Looks like you’re hungry,” my father said. I looked at him with a ‘you don’t say’ face. He stood up and walked toward the kitchen. My father made some noodles while I was watching the television. When it was ready, we both sat down at the dinner table with our dinner, but there was something wrong. It was some meat sauce pastas. Normally, I would dig straight in, but the idea of eating meat was disgusting.

“I don’t think I can eat meat anymore. Last time I checked, equines don’t eat meat.” He looked at me and stood up. He went in the fridge and took some vegetables. After few minutes, we were back at eating. Him with his pastas and me with a totally meatless meal : a salad. Now, the problem was to eat it. From my past experience, I had to forget utensils, but it was still an animal behavior. Wait... I’m an animal now. Without further thinking, I dug in and ate the whole salad. It was delicious and healthy.

After eating and cleaning the table, we heard knocking at the door. My step-mother was already back from her ‘party’ with her friend.

“You’re already back?” My father asked. She nodded and saw me in the back of the room.

“Why is the filthy horse back?” She asked. It, again, hurt me, but something was wrong. I couldn’t put my hoof on it.

“Stop calling him a ‘filthy horse’, it’s Anthony!” He said. She said ‘ok’ in a way that it was obvious that she didn’t care. My father went downstairs to continue his work while I was standing there, wondering what to do. I was about to go downstairs too, but my step-mother stopped me.

“Anthony, can you follow me please?” She asked while going upstairs. Because I had nothing much to do, I followed her. She went into my room, which was weird. When I entered the room, the door closed by itself, well, more like a creature who was hidden behind the door. From my knowledge of My Little Pony, I could recognise it as a changeling. My weird stepmother sat on my bed and stared at me.

“It surprises me that Celestia placed all of her hopes on a small pony like you...” She changed appearance into a humanized version of Chrysalis. She was tall and white skinned, but her hair was green and black. She also had vampire-like canines. I was pretty confused on how she turned into a human from the beginning. “...and that even Discord is starting to fear you.” She started to laugh in a maniac way. “Unluckily, your adventure stop here.”

I heard a weird sound behind me. I turned around to see that the changeling turned into a blue pony, which I guessed was me. I heard some unzipping sound and saw that Chrysalis was holding a big suitcase. She used her power, even without her horn, and drained my energy. I fell on the floor like a puppet. She levitated me into the suitcase and closed it. After, she placed it deep in my closet. I was able to hear what was happening outside.

“Later tonight, we’ll take this pony to Discord and get the gift of power he promised us. Now, act like a good child and sleep in the bed.” I heared some steps, the door opening and closing. Oh snap, Discord is working with the changeling queen. This isn’t good.

*****

Chrysalis, now hiding as my step-mother, was going downstairs. She went in my father’s office and sat beside him. She looked at his computer and saw some complicated plans.

“So, what are you doing tonight?” She asked. My father, still deep in his work, started talking about some complicated algebra equation related to Pythagoras's theorem and some more mathematical stuff.

“So, do you think we could produce some... love tonight?” He looked at her with some confusion eyes.

“What do you mean by that?” He asked. She started to rub her fingers on my dad’s face. It was obvious that he liked it. “Ooh, do you want to go upstairs?” She nodded and they started going upstairs, but, before going even more higher, he stopped.

“Is Anthony asleep?” He asked. She nodded again. They both continued to go upstairs and went in their bedroom.

*****

(Later in the night... in a suitcase.)

My ears perked up and I heard some weird sounds.

Are those... orgasms?

Chapter Four - 7238 / 50000

*/!\ Disclaimer /!*

Because of how rusty I am at writing, this chapter may be a bit rushed or may just plain suck.

Please refrain of non-constructive bad comment.

Also, because of a lack of prereaders, this story may be populated by evil mistakes.

Thank you for your understanding.

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*Sigh* It’s been, what, two hours of non-stop... stuff. I still think those sound were orgasms, but a ‘sucking’ sound could be heard. Not the ‘suck my thing’ kind of, more like the vampire kind. What is Chrysalis is doing to my father?

Suddenly, I heard a faint voice of desperation: “Honey...”. My eye shot open and I tried to find the source of the voice, but, in a suitcase, it’s a bit complicated.

“Who is here?” I whispered in the dark. I wasn’t really waiting for an answer, but it happened anyway.

“A... Anthony?” The voice asked. I recognize it as Josee, my stepmother, but I wasn’t sure if she was real or still another changeling.

“Josee!? Is that really you?” I asked.

“Anthony, finally a friendly voice. A woman... disguised herself as me. She even had a weird pony-bug creature who entered our house. At least, I scared him off with my broom and-” I stopped her before she rants more.

“Umm, yeah. It’s... kind of me that you hit with a broom, but still, why are you telling me all this?”

“Wait, you really turned into a horse?” She asked, thinking that I’m laughing.

“Yes, I turned into a PONY, but that’s not important. Where are you right now?” I asked.

“Well... I still don’t know if you’re kidding, but, I’m attached like a sausage in the closet. I managed to get rid of the gig to be able to talk.” With the sound of the voice and all the infos, I realised that her body was right beside my suitcase. “So you have a plan?” She asked.

“I think I have. Are you on a suitcase?” I asked. I could feel the suitcase moving a bit, which made my assumption true. “Okay, I know where you are. Listen, with your mouth, try to get on the side and unzip a bit of the suit case. If my hoof can get through, I will be able to get out. I know you can do it, you must be really good with your oral techniques.” I said.

“Is there a hidden meaning behind this?” She shouted a bit louder than normal.

“Nnope.” I said with shifty-eyes that could rivalise with Applejack's one. I chuckled a bit in my head while waiting for something to happen. After a few minutes of moving, I heard a small ‘zip’ sound and a loud thud. I hoped that the fake me was still sleeping. I looked up and saw that a small part was unzipped. I started unzipping the rest with my hoof until I was finally free, but I was now trapped in the dark. I touched down and felt something weird.

“Ouch, watch out where you put your... hooves.” After that my eyes adjusted to the dark, I saw my stepmother on the floor. With thinking twice, I jumped on her and started cutting the ropes with my teeth. Sure, I no longer had canines or those flat teeth in the front of my mouth, but I still manage to cut them all.

“Finally free!” She said while stretching her body. I tapped her and motioned her to crouch.

I started whispering in her ear: “Take that rope. We’ll be able to take the fake me by surprise.” She nodded and took it. We both countdowned and opened the door. We were supposed to take the changeling by surprise, but he heard the whole conversation and was waiting for us.

He bucked Josee in the face and started hoof-wrestling with me. When she stood up, she was facing two blue ponies with light blue mane. She wasn’t sure what to do, but I saw her confusion.

“It’s me, Jo!” I said, but I forgot that the fake could talk too.

“No, I’m the real me. Take care of the other one.” It said. She looked at me, then at him. She turned around and took my wooden sword. We both took a step back at her menacing face.

“I’m gonna ask you both questions that only the real Anthony will be able to answer.”

This feels awkwardly familiar. I think it was from Spongebob Squarepants. Why am I thinking about something like this at a moment like that?

“First of three, what was the main reason why you wanted so much to live in our new house?” She was playing hard with my memory.

The fake one said: “For the big bedroom...?” I knew that it wasn’t it. I searched in my memory and found something funny related to something in my foalhood... I meant childhood.

“Because I thought the giant towers behind the house could give me free wi-fi.” I said, unsure. The fake one shook his head.

“Secundo, what was the funniest way Loic injured himself?” Why does she needs to take the hardest quest- oh... right.

“Umm... he face planted in a door...?” The fake one wasn’t sure of his answer. I was hoping that she would see that bit of obliviousness in his face.

“He bounced on your butt and hit the corner of a table.” I said, hiding a chuckle. The changeling shook his head.

“Tss tss, how unoriginal.” He said. My stepmother pointed the fake one, making him close his mouth.

“Last question, tell me a reason why I shouldn’t hit you right now.” She said while looking at the fake one.

“Umm... what?” He asked.

“WRONG.” And it’s a HOMERUN. The sole fact of her hitting the fake one, revealing his true form of equine bug, made my day. I looked at him and saw that he was totally unconscious.

“Take this, piece of bug shit.” She spat at the body. I ran toward her and jumped in her arms. At least, she had the reflex of closing her arms.

“Thank you Celestia!” I said happily, but she looked at me with confusion.

“Who?” She asked.

“No time to explain, dad might be in danger.” She nodded and ran toward my parents’ bedroom, which is up the stairs. I followed her, hoping that my old man was alright.

When we entered the room, I saw something that I wished I would never see again. My father was nude with Chrysalis while doing some sex position. By reflex, I blocked my eyes.

“Sweet Luna, Dad! Arg...” I shouted, but my words hadn't caused any reaction, the sole fact the there was two Josee was freezing everybody.

“Honey!?” He said in confusion. He stood up and dressed himself, allowing me to check the situation without feeling gross.

“How is it possible that there is TWO Josee?” He ask to nopony. Anyway, my step-mother answered.

“She’s a... something. She can take the appearance of anybody. Get away from her!” She told him. He looked at both woman with even more confusion. I knew that, at this rate, nothing would happen, so, I took the lead.

“I’m sorry to cut this celebration short, but I’m kind of tired so...” I looked around for anything that would help me blow her cover. Luckily for me, my father’s cellphone was on a small table, easy to reach. I took it and opened it.

“...it’s time to call the elements of harmony!” I said, hoping she would fell into my trap.

“No! Not those calling machine... It’s impossible! You can’t call them, you don’t even know them!” She said angrily. It was time to add more frosting on this bluff cake.

“Oh really?” I took the cellphone and composed a random number. I took it to my ear and started talking : “Hey Twilight! [Wait for a fake answer] I’m fine, and you? … Nice! Umm, do you know anypony called Chrysalis? … Seriously! Wow, she evil. Also, do you have the elements near you? … Ah. Well, go get ‘em and come to my house, I’ll need your...” I was about to finish my fake call when the cellphone rang... for real.

She looked at me with annoyance in her eyes. “It was fake... from THE BEGINNING!” She ran toward me with her hoof up and punched me. It took me by surprise, but I was okay. I decided to counterattack. I ran toward her to take my revenge, but she placed at obstacle in my way : my father.

“It worked! When I feed of enough love, I can control ANYTHING! MUHAHAHAHA!” She said proudly. I looked at my father and saw something that chilled me to the bones. His eyes were gross green. I knew that I would need to find a way to get him out of the princess’ control.

But, Josee was the first to react. She approached my father, who stood there like a tree, and started touching his face. “Oh honey...” She, then, stared at Chrysalis with anger in her eyes. By anger, I mean like if there was a thousand angry bulls ready to chase that princess until the end of the world.

“Nobody touches MY HUSBAND!” She raised the wooden sword and jumped toward the evil bug. Unluckily, my father stopped her and threw her away. She tried again, and again, and again, until she was too tired to continue.

“Surrender now, or you’ll feel pain. More pain than anything you felt in your life!” Chrysalis said, certain of her victory. I looked at Josee. She was panting heavily on the floor. The room was half broken. The vases were on the floor in millions of tiny pieces. The lights were ruined. It made me a bit angry that the house made by my father was getting destroyed by some crazy bug lady.

Josee and I looked at each other. I said silently the words : “One last time.” She nodded then ran in again.

“Aren’t you tired of doing the same thing all over again?” The princess asked. Right when Jo was about to swing, I jumped on her back and went over my father. I landed safe on the bed and bucked Chrysalis in the face. She lost her control for few second, letting my father fall from exhaustion.

“Oh no you don’t!” She shouted. She took me with her magic and threw me on the wall on the other side of the room. I broke a part of the wall with the impact. Josee ran towards me while princess Buggy took control of her puppet.

“Anthony, are you alright?” Jo asked. I nodded while trying to stand up. After some struggling, I managed to stand still.

“You’re gonna regret this, my annoying pony!” Chrys shouted.

I looked at Jo and said one thing : “Aim for the horn.” She nodded and turned to face the evil ones.

I was about to run when I shouted : “WHAT’S THIS!” I pointed in the window beside them. They both let their curiosity win and looked. I managed to run past my father and punch the princess.

“YOU LITTLE RUFFIAN. This was a miserable trick, straight from the loser book.” She said, about to rage. I smiled at the sight.

“Does that ‘miserable trick’ comes in two waves?” I asked. She looked at me in confusion. Then, at the last second, her eyes went wide, but it was too late. My stepmother already destroyed the horn with the now-destroyed sword. Aww, I liked that sword. I thought.

Because that horn was now destroyed, my father fell on the ground, lifeless. The princess fell, too, panting heavily.

“You’ll never get away with this.” She said. I shook my head.

“This was soooo cliche.” She glared at me.She was more than angry now.

“We’ll see each other again... later.” She closed her eyes to try to cast a teleportation spell, but failed due to her lack of horn.

“Uh oh...” She looked around, trying to find a way to escape.

“Umm... LOOK OVER THERE!” She pointed at the window. I shook my head again.

“I’m not gonna fall for my own-” I didn’t had time to finish my sentence that the window broke and a group of changeling entered. They blocked my view for few seconds. When they ran away, they took the princess, leaving up with a now completely destroyed room and my father.

Wait, MY FATHER! I ran toward the body. My stepmother looked at me and saw my sadness.

“Don’t worry, he’s not dead. He’s just exhausted. I guess that being a mindless pawn cost a lot of energy.” I chuckled inside me. We took him into my bed, because his room was open to the elements, and let him sleep.

“Sweet dreams, Ken.” She said while kissing the man. I nuzzled him and quitted the room.

“Now that this is over, want something to eat? I didn’t ate since this morning.” Josee said.

“What about the room?” I asked. She stopped a bit and looked at the door leading to said room.

“It can wait. For now, food!”

“I’ll take a salad!”

“I never thought I would hear you saying that... by the way, how did you turn into a pony. It looks like I would be in a science fiction movie.”

Here we go again...

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“Wow, it looks like a fantasy novel.” She said while eating her grilled-cheese. I nodded while putting my head in my salad bowl. I told her my whole story since drinking that crazy liquid. The worst part is, it was her who hit me with the broom, not Chrysalis. Sure, it was hard to sink in that my father’s wife called me a filthy horse, but she was sorry about it.

“But not even a author could think of something that crazy.” I said. We both laughed.

“So, is this permanent or not?” She asked. I started to think about it.

“I don’t know, the dream I had crumbled on me. She said something about a paper and an anagram. I wonder what she meant.” I dropped my mouth back to take a mouthful of lettuce. When I stood back up, she was looking at my tail.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. She grabbed my tail and took a piece of paper out. “What? I had this in my tail since the beginning!” I remembered that paper from when I stood up for the first time. It must have been stuck when I walked over it.

“There is a message... or something on it.” She said. She placed the paper on the table. On it, a weird message was written : ‘A Cede Finishing Imply Triply Most - A Ed Foreseen Thieves Pois - Cede Fee Muffins Tinny Vino Sits’.

“Yup, that’s right.” I said. She looked at me with confusion.

“What do you mean?” My stepmother asked. I smiled at her.

“It obviously an anagram. It’s impossible to understand, making it harder to decode.” Her eyes went wide, but she nodded.

“I have an idea. Bring me your computer.” She did as I asked, placing it on the table. Then, I started telling her what to do. She went on Google, searched an anagram translator, and wrote parts by parts.

When we searched the first part, A Cede Finishing Imply Triply Most. We read the answers, all of them making no sense. Sure, we were searching one answer out of ~55565 options. Finally, we found something so obvious that I almost rage quitted : My Little Pony Friendship is Magic. I facehoofed hard.

Next one, A Ed Foreseen Thieves Pois. I hoped that it wouldn’t be as obvious as the first one, making me angry to search something that easy. After a good 10 minutes of endless scrolling, we found something that would only make sense : Season Three Episode Five. When we found this, I remembered something interesting. The fifth episode was getting out next week, which make it more logical.

Finally, after more than half an hour, we finally managed to get to the last one : Cede Fee Muffins Tinny Vino Sits. I chuckled at the fact that the anagram contained the word muffin. Again, it took a lot of time to find the answer, like, twenty minutes. The most obvious answer was : Nine Minutes Fifty Five Seconds. Which completed the ‘find the hidden frame in the episode’ game. The answer to my problems was hidden in the next episode of the TV show.

“What does that mean?” My stepmother asked. I looked at her with a smile.

“It means that this adventure is just starting.”

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This has been a long hiatus,

I'm really sorry.

But I'm a brony,

Pardon me maybe.

Sorry for the bad reference, need to go to sleep.

I promise, no more long hiatus.

(Father arrives)

Buck, ta ta~!

~StrawberryFrosting, I don't have time to write something random here.

Chapter Five - 9426 / 50000

Little A/N : Sorry for adding a new main character, but my mind wouldn't allow me to continue without him. He is the perfect plot device.

Will be prereaded later, have to go to sleep.

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I cannot find a word that can explain the week I had. Sure, I didn’t had school due to my... odd appearance to say the least, but adjusting to this new body was a homework by itself. Also, I had to learn how to use a XBox remote with hooves. At the beginning, it looked impossible, but with time, I realised how I could use my hooves for the triggers and my fetlocks for the four little buttons. Playing Black Ops has never been so complicated.

Anyway, after a week of FPSs that looked like I was playing Ninja Gaiden blindfolded, finally arrived Friday. Tomorrow, I will be able to find the first clue to find out how to go back to normal. Also, the sole fact that I will be watching MLP with my parents was... weird. The secret I wanted to keep for me, ruined by purple liquid.

Talking about purple liquid, I didn’t move the vial from where it was a week ago. I knew that I wasn’t enough agile to move something like that. Also, I didn’t want to know what would happen if some dropped into my mouth by transporting it orally. I didn’t wanted my parents to move it because, in some fanfiction, it can be used by applying it on the skin. Who knows what would happen to them if they accidentally drop it? I sure don’t what to know.

So, it was Friday afternoon. I was browsing on the internet for some... interresting picture made for me (which is not complicated due to all those fan sites containing... creepy pictures) when I heard some knocking upstairs. Because I knew that my parents were there, I went back at my computer. Unluckily, the voice I heard surprised me.

“Hey, is Anthony’s there?” Said the voice. This voice, a teen stereotypical voice mixed a crazy mind. It was none other than my best friend, Nathaniel. The question is, why is he there? I like at around 20 minutes from the city, where he lives. Unless there was some sort of apocalyptic emergency, he wouldn’t even think of standing up to come at my house. Still under a bit of shock by Chrysalis’ attack, I was fearing the worst.

“Yes, but he’s sleeping right now. He is... very sick.” My father answered. I heard a small ‘Ah...’ from Nathaniel. If it would be the real Nathaniel, I knew that he would be satisfied by the answer, but I also knew that he was the most unpredictable foe. Trying to predict his moves is like trying to predict where the wind is going to blow next.

“It was a bit obvious that he was sick, but I didn’t know it was that severe. Is there a way I can personally give him this gift.” He said, surely pointing a gift in his hand or something. I was wondering if I should remove my cover and gamble if he is the real one. He would understand... I think... my story of what happened. He saw my fanfiction and knew the basics of it, including the ponification serum. If he’s the true crazy dude that I know, he will trust me.

I pushed the computer away and started trotting up the stairs. The only sound of my hooved on the wooden contraption was enough to tell my father that I want him to come. Unluckily for him, I was faster than his sense of deduction. I was popping my head off the corner of the stairs, just enough to see my father, but not the young man.

“He can see me, only if he can answer one question.” I said mysteriously. Normally, my father would have stopped me, but he knew that I was suspicious. I searched through my head for something that only me and him would know, but also so random that, even under torture, he wouldn’t even think telling the changeling the answer.

“What do you mean?” Nathaniel asked. He started walking toward me. Well, that what it looked like from my perspective due to the fact that I was only able to see his shadow. I also saw that my father stopped him from going further until he answered the faithful question. After seconds of searching, I found a question, a single word, that could tell me if the Nathaniel in the hallway was the real one.

“Mountain?” I asked him. A normal person wouldn’t think that this was a question, but for Naruto fans like us, this word is used in the right occasion. This ‘question’ was used by a captain of the hidden steel’s samurai in the Ninja War from Naruto Shippuden. It was used to know if the man under the shining armor was part of the samurai army.

It took a lot of time for Nathaniel to find out what I meant, but when I heard a ‘Ooh!’, I knew that he found the answer. “River.” He said bluntly. I nodded, even if I knew that nopony saw, and allowed him to come closer. My father let him and suddenly, he saw me. Quoting from my favourite dragon-pony-bat thingy, his face was PRICELESS! I knew that it would be funny, but not that much. I was chuckling at his reaction, but he was speechless.

He looked at my bedroom, which is up the other set of stairs and started shouting : “Nice joke, Anthony. WHERE ARE YOU.” I continued laughing while looking at him. I walked the rest of the stairs and stood up on my back legs. I placed myself on the side of the wall, looking swag, and started talking.

“Yo wassup? And I refuse ‘the roof’ for an answer.” I said while chuckling a bit. He looked at it with a dumbfounded head. I’m sure that I broke the fourth wall of his own reality. I wouldn’t be surprised if he would starts hitting himself, saying things like ‘am I insane’. On the opposite, his answer was the least obvious one.

“Ooh, now I understand why you weren’t in school.” I looked at him and thought about facehoofing, facehoofed in my head and facehoofed in real life. I tried my best to make a ‘you don’t say’ face, like before when I used to be a human. It sure looked weird, but at least, he understands the message.

“Can I say something?” I asked him. Whatever the answer, we both knew that I would say it anyway. “No shit...” He smiled at me and we started talking about our crazy week. Obviously, mine was more crazy-packed.

We both took some chocolate milk and went downstairs. He took the glass with his hands while I took mine with my muzzle. I was first when we arrived in the corner of the stairs, in the middle. Nathaniel kind of disconnected from reality for a second, leaving his body in automatic. This caused him to miss a stair and spill his milk in the most unlucky place, in the fur all around my cutie mark.

“Arg, dang it.” I shouted. His eyes went wide and help me dry off with his napkins that was in his pocket. The question is, why was there napkins in his pocket anyway? I shouldn’t try to find an answer, it’s almost impossible. He kept repeating how he was sorry for doing this, even unconsciously. He also asked if he could do something to help.

“Well, you could clean this mess while I go clean myself.” I said while looking at my butt. It was a mix of blue and brown, looking sick. I shook my tail to remove the maximum and went upstairs in the bathroom. During this time, Nathaniel started cleaning the mess in the stairs.

~ Nathaniel P.O.V ~

“I don’t understand how it happened...” I wondered. It looked like my mind disconnected from my body and made me drop my milk. First of all, it was a waste of fresh chocolate milk that could have been in my mouth. Secondly, it fell on my friend.

After countless paper towels, I finally cleaned the mess. I didn’t know why, but it looked less complicated beforehand. Also, I was still thirsty and my only beverage is gone. I looked around for something to drink and, to my surprise, there was some kind of grape juice laying on the middle table.

I took the glass, which looked like a vial for an unknown reason, and smelled it. It smelled like artificial sugar grapes, almost like Kool-Aid. I let drop some drops on my tongue. It tasted like fake grapes, but sugary fake grapes. Not caring anymore, I chugged the whole thing until the last drop. Suddenly, I felt my eyes slowly closing, like if I drank some sort of fast acting sleeping pills.

“What did... I... drank..?” I fell asleep faster than you can say ‘chocolate milk’.

~Anthony P.O.V ~

This... was... hell... I never knew that chocolate milk was that... sticky. What was in this chocolate milk? Honey? We’ll never know, but it looked like liquid when it was on the floor. After another 10 minutes of drying myself, I went downstairs to join Nathaniel. I don’t know why, but the basement was silent. Too silent.

I descended and saw a vision that will haunt my dream for the rest of my life. I saw Nathaniel, or more like Nathaniel’s body. It was white, like a ghost. It was also so distorted that, without his trademark multiple glasses, I wouldn’t recognize him. Also, his hands were a mix of pony’s hoof and human’s hand.

“Wait... hoof?!” I thought. Suddenly, I finally made the connection. I looked in his hand and saw exactly the thing I didn’t want to see, the serum vial. “THAT DUMBASS!” I mentally shouted to myself.

He continued to transform, and I saw every part of it. Let’s just say that, sometime, I wanted to puke. When his body was transforming, I saw that the shirt he was wearing had a hard to cut collar elastic. My first reflex was to jump on his and to destroy it with my teeth. After numerous attempts, I managed to cut his shirt, leaving enough room for him to transform.

I placed his monochrome unfinished body on the couch, hoping for it to finish. During that time, I had to find a way to make a cover story for his parents. Telling them ‘Hey, sorry, but your son turned into a pastel colored equine’ doesn’t sound so good. Maybe sending them to an hospital while he stays there.

Without realising it, Nathaniel has slowly been transforming. His long mane turned dark brown and his skin turned dark blue. He woke up while I was still searching solution. His voice stopped my train of thought.

“Yo dude, what happened? I drank that purple stuff and, I swear, my dreams were trippin’ balls.” I turned around and analysed his body. He looked okay, but something made me jealous. He had WINGS ! “I dreamt of Princess Celestia and Princess Luna talking to me about stuff.” I motioned him to continue. Maybe he could tell us if we’re on the right way.

“...she told me that a sheet of paper was the right way to go, but the way was going to be hard as hell. Also, she said something about the element of harmony, but... meh. I wasn’t hearing shizz back there.” I sighed. This was as useful as a bag of potato chips bag in a gigantic buffet. I wished that she had seen what we did already and give us updated tips.

Then, I remembered why I was angry. I looked at Nathaniel and... punched him in the face. “OUCH, DUDE! What’s your problem!?” He shouted at me. The sheer sound startled my parents upstairs. Unluckily, they got curious... and looked downstairs.

My parent looked at us with their mouth agape. “This is not what it looks like.” I said. They still stared at us. Nat and I looked at each other. He knew that the think he drank wasn’t good, but he didn’t understand why.

“What is happening here? Why are you all staring at me?” He asked. I mentally facehoofed at his obliviousness. Seriously, his body went from bipedal and some hair to quadrupedal and hairy as buck. I pointed at his body with my hoof and, again, his reaction was priceless. I mean, what would be your reaction if your whole reality was beaten to a pulp by your friend, but, because of your thirst, you turn into a creature straight from greek mythology.

“Ho...ly... Jesus...” He looked at his hooves and started to shake. His sanity his gone, his manhood is gone...r and his humanity is gone...st. I’m sure that, after this event, he will never be able to get his sanity back. He jumped on the floor, still staring at his hoof. Unluckily, he fell unconscious... on the cement floor. His nose didn’t survive.

Sigh... another problem to take care of. Like if I wasn’t already in deep shit.

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A/N : I need more encouragement and... well... reason to continue to write. Sorry for the hiatus. I will not promise anything for the next chapter.

Ta ta...