Legal issues may follow...
We find ourselves, once more, in Manteo, North Carolina, in the midst of a very quiet few days thanks to the lockdown. Not only that, a certain person was calling for people to inject themselves with disinfectant to defeat the virus (which was almost as bad as telling people to go to church as the Sacraments would cure it instantly. Way to go spreading the infection), and Jimmy honestly hoped nobody would be stupid enough to try it, as disinfectant is pretty nasty stuff to have in your bloodstream. So, he stayed in isolation, very, very board- no, sorry, very, very bored, as he had little to do. He would often have gone outdoors, but the Manteo Police Department had got more aggressive with policing the lockdown and had arrested people in their front gardens, which was a dumb thing to do as a garden is part of your home and your home is where you are permitted to be; you were not required to be indoors (yet). The TV schedule was also rather empty. My Little Pony reruns existed, but there's a limit to how many times you can watch characters you have been at one point or another.
Not only that, but a large number of his favourite TV stations had either been disconnected thanks to a change in provider or the virus shutting them down. Why they couldn't work remotely he didn't know, but that left the option of Netflix, which he could make an account for but might bite into his finances (have we ever established if Jimmy has a job? I don't think so). So, there he sat, this time on his sofa rather than his bedroom, as he had fancied a change in scenery. Besides, the house could get blazing hot at times, especially when the air conditioning constantly cut out due to power failures and design flaws. Ah well. Those were the risks of living on an island, of Sodor. A Magical Land where Dreams come True.
Wrong story, author. Get back on topic and be really useful.
Anywhoozle, Jimmy was continuing to relax and lie back, looking at the ceiling fan. He found ceiling fans very hypnotic, not least because the ceiling fan constantly spinning helped him to nod off, like counting sheep had in the old days. The place became increasingly quiet as time went on, and eventually he drifted off, murmuring to himself, as he did so with great magnitute and proficiousness.
The next hour, when he awoke, was the time of 13 o clock, or 1, as most of us would call it. Yawing a great deal, or yawning a great deal, Jimmy got up and glanced about. It was still as boring as ever. Nothing happening at all. So he went to his kitchen to eat something, or rather he would have if he hadn't slipped on something left on the floor. "Whoops!" he said, as he slid along and crashed into a large mirror that faced the wall. The resulting scene would have been thoroughly comical were it not for what had happened next. For what happened next would be very important indeed.
As he came to whilst lying there, he suddenly felt off for some strange reason. He sat up and shook his head, but could see nothing that he could have slipped on, as there was indeed nothing to slip on within his line of vision. He shook his head again, and would have gotten up, were it not for the fact the world was spinning like a washing machine in his vision. He looked forward again, only to suddenly notice his hand was tingling and cramping oddly.
"Did I sleep on it again?" he asked in confusion and tiredness. He didn't normally have this problem at this time of day, so why was he having it now? As he tried to get up, the entire environment around him seemed to start to increase in size. "Wait, what the hell?"
The world continued to get larger as he continued to shrink, vanishing through his clothes and getting stuck within them, which was a mildly odd experience to say the least. He must have been a fraction of his normal height when it finally stopped. Moments later, his hands morphed into a pair of hooves as his elbows bent backwards, switching his arms into legs. Pony legs, as was the norm.
Moments later, his shoulders snapped inwards and his hips shifted in both width and angle, forcing him into a quadrapetal stance as they rotated around. His front and rear legs, incredibly short by now, continued to shift. His feet closed up into hooves as the toes retreated into them, and the joints inverted there as well, resulting in equine back legs.
Looking firmly like a creature from some bad horror film, Jimmy's face set about changing. His hair cleaned up its usual messiness and reformed into a frontal fringe combined with a smooth flow down his neck, which had cranked backwards and grown in length to look like that of a horse. It then turned (the hair, or I suppose mane by now) two separate shades of blue in streaks running through it, as a tail popped out of his rump in the same colours, just the arrangement of colours was reversed.
Moments later, his manhood got pulled into a place where the sun doesn't shine, followed by her rear growing in size for a bit as two blobs appeared underneath her. Her nose and mouth fused together into a muzzle and pushed forward in a circular shape. Her blue eyes turned an even lighter shade of blue, and a pink and white collar attached to a tie appeared around her neck as a strange symbol of a hat appeared on her flank, followed by pale cream fur growing all over her body. A hair clip appeared as the entire process ended.
Jimmy, stunned no clothes had torn, shook the old garments off of her, and flicked her head to get the glasses off, which landed neatly on a nearby table. She turned back to the mirror to see Coco Pommel looking back. "Well, this was unexpected."
Moments after this revelation, there was an explosion as her door was blown open. "THAT'S HER! GET HER!"
Two burly men in suits ran at the equine, whilst a woman in a sharp suit glared. "Got you at last, Miss Pommel. This'll teach Hasbro to use our name without permission."
Coco noticed a convenient portal had opened behind her. She quickly backed up toward it. "Your attack dogs aren't observing social distancing," she said, smiling, before blowing a giant raspberry and jumping through, the portal shutting before the big, burly men could get through.
Coco had no clue how long she was falling for, before she popped out in the busy streets of Manehattan. Ponies were everywhere, and taxis flew about as trains rattled over on overhead viaducts. It was suspiciously like New York, come to think of it.
Coco trotted into town, looking for her workshop. Suddenly, a familiar sight accosted her. "Coffee?"
Coco rolled her eyes. "What do you want Suri? I've already told you I'm not working for you again."
"Aw, shucks, this ain't a work offer," Suri replied. "Wanna try my new brew? Turns out that latte to the face was quite the inspiration, remember?"
"It's seriously good," Aunt Orange added, as she headed on her way. "Babs!"
"Inspiration?" Coco asked. It seemed the memories hadn't finished downloading yet.
"Totally. After that, I left fashion and founded my own coffee shop. Trust me, the work is so much more fulfilling and a lot more financially stable. So, I ask again- coffee? It's my new brew, m'kay?"
Coco took the flask, and continued on her way. Funny, that. Coco was the big, famous, succesful designer, which she had honestly thought she would never be, and Suri had admitted her faults and turned her life around, becoming a better pony in the process.
Life's a funny thing, eh?
Author's Note
Man, it's getting tough to write new ideas in the midst of a lockdown. Still, Jimmy requested this, so there's that.
Suri Polomare and Aunt Orange are from two previous Jimmy stories. Unfortunately, the Suri Polomare one has been deleted from deviantart, so here's the aunt Orange one.
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The entire story is a joke on the legal kerfuffle that surrounded Coco Pommel, as Coco Chanel issued a legal claim against Hasbro. Not keen to take on a massive corporation, Hasbro changed the character's name. Given Coco Chanel herself was a Nazi collaborator, it was probably for the best.
Go to the bonus chapter for a clue on Suri's origins...
Bonus chapter: The Fashionable Scarf
Jimmy always wanted to look his best. He came from a wealthy family, so he had the money to buy the best clothing. And so he did, every now and then he would update his wardrobe with the latest fashion for men.
One day, he figured he would try out a new clothing store downtown that was rumored to be VERY in-style. He walked in casually and began browsing the selections. The clothing present appeared to be very expensive and fashionable, but something that caught his eye was better than the rest. It was a bright blue scarf, made of the finest material one could buy. Jimmy jumped at the chance to buy it, and was out of the store in minutes, after selecting other articles of clothing well.
However, the scarf had kept a hold on his attention. The desire was too great, he just had to try it on. And so he did, the scarf for comfortably around his neck. Jimmy continued his way back to his home proudly with the scarf around his neck. He was distracted however, as pale orchid fur began sprouting all over his body. He was completely oblivious, but then he felt an odd sensation in his expensive shoes. The toes on his feet felt as if they were being compressed, which was true. Within moments, Jimmy could no longer move his toes, not feel then for that matter, causing him to stop his walking.
"Huh?"
He looked down just in time to see the material of his shoe stretching out, eventually tearing clean off, revealing that his feet had seemingly become what appeared to be hooves.
"Holy shit!! What the Hell!?"
Jimmy had finally noticed the fur as well, right before he felt sharp pains in his shoulders. In a quick jerk motion, his shoulders cracked inwards, causing his arms to be forced in front of his body, rather than out the sides.
Just like his feet, his hands forced themselves closed, before his fingers began merging and hardening. Jimmy watched in horror as his hands became hooves just like his feet.
"What the Hell is happening!?!?"
Suddenly, Jimmy's knees cracked backwards, forcing him on all fours. His body then began expanding, tightening the clothing around him. Soon, the tightness was too much for his clothing, so they tore right off his body, save for the scarf. He crouched down in pain as his thighs and rear inflated like a balloon.
"N-NG!!! STOP!!!"
Jimmy's spine began painfully lengthening outside his rear as long lavender-colored tail burst out, curling out in some places. The next part caused him to roll onto his now horse-sized rear. His crotch suddenly felt tight, slowly retracting in on itself. Jimmy moaned in discomfort as his manhood popped inside him, leaving its opposite in it's place.
"W-WHAT IS THIS!?!?"
She slowly inched herself back onto all-fours, right before her spine suddenly cracked and shifted. Her neck painfully began lengthening upward, her adams apple shrinking into nothingness. Now it was her head's turn. Her scalp ached as her hair forcefully lengthening out of it. The lengthening hair took on the same color as her tail as it styled up into multiple buns, some hair remaining to run down her neck. Jimmy's bangs swirved to one side as a pale yellow hair band materialized near the buns.
"HELP!!! SOMEONE!! MAKE IT STO-AHHH!!!"
Jimmy's face began forcefully pushing outwards, jaw merging with her nose to form a small equine muzzle. Her eyes ached as they puffed up significantly before becoming a pale brown, as well as her eyelashes lengthening. Her ears slowly creaked upwards and pointed slightly, eventually making it to the top of her head.
The pain ceased. Jimmy looked at her new form in pure terror. However, within a few seconds, her mind became cloudy. She wasn't sure who she was anymore, but she was about to be. She was Suri Polomare, a fashionista who lived in the Equestrian city of Manehattan. There was a bright flash as a tri-button symbol appeared on her flank.
"H-huh....what?"
The surroundings shifted into a large urban city as Suri looked at her surroundings.
"Oh! That's right."
She trotted through the streets of Manehattan, as there was work to be done on her own fashion line.
Author's Note
This is a very early Jimmy-related story, reuploaded here for your enjoyment. The inclusion of a picture at the top is to recreate the aesthetic of the story's original home, Deviantart.
