Preston Thatch was a long time fan of the television show My Little Pony Friendship is Magic. He wasn't like most fans; he was very laid back about showing his love for the community. Sure, at first he was self conscious about what other people thought. Now though, he didn't care what other people thought. He wasn't like others. He didn't buy or ask for merchandise. Most official MLP merch sucked anyway, he thought.

It was the day he went to a convention one year. It was his first ever convention and he was so pumped for it. While there he went to dress up as his favorite character, the Equestria Girls version of Fluttershy. He had on a pink wig, a white shirt and a green skirt and high heels.but something was missing from his outfit. He couldn’t quite grasp what it was.

That was until a merchant showed him a butterfly hairpin. He felt stupid not remembering the hairpin. There was nothing special about it. It resembled one of the butterflies of the Cutie Mark of a certain butter yellow Pegasus. He could feel a meek calling coming from it, and it drew him in like a siren’s song. Preston decided to buy the hairpin. He placed it in his wig giving the strange yet cool man a smile as he left for the festivities of the convention.

“This is so exciting, why haven’t I come to one of these sooner?” wondered Preston. He of course knew the reason. Having parents that don’t approve of the pony thing 100% of the time means he couldn’t travel to one. He doesn’t drive so of course there would be complications. Eventually he had been able to persuade his mom into taking him, and he’s sure glad he did.

Preston saw many people there at the convention. Some dressed up for the occasion and a few were simply in their casual wear. He even saw this one person with the wackiest looking hat he’s ever seen. Probably created it themselves he thought.

Preston checked out what others were doing there. There were plenty of booths with things to sell. He wasn’t thinking too much about buying anything else. He was there to have fun. Preston hadn’t noticed it immediately, but while he was checking out an artist’s area the wig had rooted itself into his head and his eyes seemed to turn turquoise.

Preston comments on the artists skill “You’re really good you know, It looks like you adhere to the show’s style while still maintaining your own style.”

The artist in the booth chuckles “Hey thanks Fluttershy it means a lot to me that you of all people think it’s good” He said. It seemed as though he was joking so of course Preston laughed too.

“Oh stop it you.” he said smirking “I think we all know that I’m not the real Fluttershy, no matter how much we would want it that way.”

The artist motioned to Preston “Well you certainly look the part man. Your eyes are even turquoise like they are in the show! What’s your secret? Color contacts?”

Preston looks at the artist in confusion. “Wait wait. What? I’m not wearing any contacts they shouldn’t be that color.”

“You’re joking right? You’re wearing contacts man there’s no way that that’s natural” he says before bringing out a hand mirror.

Preston holds onto the mirror for a few moments processing what he was seeing. “What the! How did my eyes turn that way!”

“Now that I think of it, there was this one Rarity girl that passed by, her costume was so good I didn’t think about the fact it was a fellow man. Or a woman. Hard to tell with costumes getting better and better” the artist says.

“Really? Which way did she go anyways? I might check it out.” he asks giving him the mirror back. The man took the hand mirror and put it back.

“Last I checked that way” he says pointing to the group hall.

“Thank you so much sir and good luck with the whole art thing!” says Preston waving to him goodbye as he hurried off towards the group hall. He passed by some people that saw him, They probably thought that the cosplay was really well done. Before Preston knows it he had bumped into said Rarity cosplayer.

“Oof!” Preston fell down to the ground after bumping into the person he was looking for. While on the ground, he had noticed that two hills were growing from his chest. This time he had noticed and it certainly wasn’t normal “Hey watch where you’re- woah…” Preston could feel his new breasts getting compressed with his weight. It was an odd new feeling to have. Preston's voice had also gotten softer and less deep than it was previously.

“Oh, sorry about that dear” the Rarity cosplayer says in a perfect copy of the voice. She then holds out her hand to help Preston up.

Preston gasped “How are you doing that with your voice? How am i doing that with my voice!?”

“Well in my case years of training dear, you seem to be another story” she says spying the hairpin.

“Just what do you know that I don’t?” Preston asked in his new voice

“Dear, I heard you getting out of your mom’s car and you didn’t have the voice then.” she adds.

“So you’ve been spying on me?” asked Preston getting suspicious. He raised an eyebrow waiting to see what this person had to say about seeing him get out of the car.

“Dear I am a gossip and I work for the con as a greeter.” she says. Preston spies her name badge and starts to understand.

“Oh alright that makes much more sense I feel a little better” Preston saw some people around them and got a little nervous. Some of them walking by while others pointed out to their friends how hard that they must have worked to create their costumes.

“Now that I look at you dear, you must have used a lot of body paint for your skin dear. It’s just as yellow as in the show.” Rarity adds.

“Yeah I guess, It took a whole tube and then some hehe, uh could we go somewhere a little less crowded?” asked Preston

“Right just a moment” Rarity says. “Boss seems one of the con guests need some time, I am escorting her to one of the changing rooms” Rarity says into her walkey talke. Preston waits to be escorted. “Sorry about that, follow me” Rarity says heading to the changing rooms while Preston follows closely behind. When they get into a room Preston decides to sit down contemplating all the weird stuff that has been happening.

Rarity pulls her name badge off and takes out her phone to signal she’s off shift.

“Thank you for taking me away from all those people. Just what exactly is going on here?” Preston asked sitting down.

“Wish I can tell you, even the boss and the others don’t know what’s going on. One min everyone is fine the next some people start to go missing. Not to say that’s what is happening here” she says her voice not faltering in the slightest.

“Well that’s just great, whatever’s happening is definitely not good. I can’t go home looking like this!” he said

“Young man, well woman I guess. You may like to think about what home you talk of” Rarity says as if she knows about what happens to ones that go missing. Preston was getting nervous, getting scared of what Rarity would say next.

“You see, the one you are transforming into has a home and you yourself have one” Rarity says.

“What, what are you getting at miss?” he finds himself saying “Are you implying that I shouldn’t go back home?” he asked defensively

“Well if you do, how will your mom or dad take it?” she asks.

“Pretty badly I Guess, but I really think things could work out somehow.” said Preston

“Dear, you come to the con a boy and head home a girl, don’t you think your mom may ask why that is and hunt for a way to change you back?” Rarity adds.

“Yeah she might? What’s so bad about that?” he asked

“You don’t get it, she will expect her son not some girl claiming to be him” she says before heading back to work.

Preston’s heart starts to ache. What if she’s right? Maybe I can't go see my mom again. She’ll think I’m lying or a freak. Suddenly Preston started to feel weird. Well weirder than he already felt, having lumps on his chest.

Preston starts to hear a shy voice calling for him. “Preston-” Preston jumped at the sudden voice What was that! He wondered unable to think straight. Preston looked around him but no one was in sight. The only thing there was, was himself and the mirror. “Preston-” the voice echoed again. Preston’s mind must be playing tricks on him due to the stress of the sudden change. That was the only explanation right? All this time the hairpin has a slight pink glow to it.

“Seems you are having a small identity crisis?” asks another voice. “You look and sound like a friend of mine and yet you're not!” the voice adds.

“That’s impossible, I have no friends and I don’t really plan on having many in the future.” explains Preston. “Now where are you hiding? Under the floor?” just then, a dragon looking thing seems to project onto the mirrors. It had antlers and horns. Preston however wasn't looking immediately in that direction.

“I may not be hiding you just may not of been able to see me” it replies.

“Discord, stop messing with him, I am not liking your attitude!” a more female voice says.

“Discord? Oh haha very funny this is just some elaborate prank by some con-goers” says Preston chuckling.

“Who says it’s a prank?” discord says before pinching his arm, the skin moving with it and not moving like one would expect a painted portion of skin to move.

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“Ow! Hey that hurt man!” said Preston smacking where the hand or claw would be.

“My point still stands” he says before using a mirror to head out. And that was the last Preston saw of the Draconequus.

Author's Note

Boom first chapter done! I'm so glad that I was asked to do this collab and special Thanks to kwr2k13 for pulling me into the group! I wouldn't be here if it weren't for them!

This story is Rated Teen for reasons. If anything happens will update the rating