Our Inner Ponies

I felt my hand slip out of Zaria's as a bright white light flashed in front of us. In a heartbeat, the light faded out. I must've blinked or something, because another room materialized before me. Wooden walls, a double bed with a blue blanket and dark blue stars patterned atop it, a medium window with yellow curtains—Wait a minute! I thought in horror. I moved my head and realized I was no longer in my bedroom, nor did I have my human body. I had a light lilac horse body! I also noticed that I was settled in the double bed under it's covers, which were pretty stiff yet comfy. Bright hot sunlight poured against my face, and I heard birds chirping loudly.

"Well finally! You're awake!" a boy's voice cried.

"Huh, what?!" I cried. My eyes widened. What happened to my voice? I shifted my head over to the left and my mouth opened wide. I-is that Spike? I thought suddenly.

A little purple baby dragon with green spikes on his tail and head was walking toward me, smiling.

"I was wondering when you'd wake up!"

I was silent for a moment. "What are you talking about?" I asked him.

Oh goodness. I wasn't imagining this. My voice had somehow changed into a version of voice actress Tara Strong's voice. Except a little more high pitched and sweeter. I knew she only did this voice with one character and one character only in one cartoon and one cartoon only!

"Hey Twilight? You okay?" Spike asked me.

I blinked several times and raised a hand (or hoof, really) toward my forehead. Sure enough, I felt something long and a teeny tiny bit sharp placed in the middle of my forehead. A horn, of course. Why else would Spike have called me Twilight? I forced a wide grin.

"Oh yes, never better Spike," I replied, slowly pushing the blanket back.

Controlling this new body wasn't that difficult since I was sitting upright in the bed. Just imagine you were a regular human getting ready for school or work or something. Sitting up was pretty normal, but getting out of bed was tricky—I found that out the hard way. Picture leaning towards the floor on your hands and knees and crawling your way toward the bathroom—with your fists. And pretend your fists were circles. Yes, it felt like I was doing that. And it felt so weird. I didn't know if I had grown taller by a few inches or shrunk a few centimeters. It felt weird, and that's all I'm gonna say.

"Well, we might as well get started," I heard Spike say.

"Get started on what?" I asked. "A letter to the princess? A new day? Taking you to the vet?" Spike stared at me like I had just asked him if he would go jump off a cliff.

"No," he replied slowly. "Your project. Remember? You've been working on it all week, and it's due in a few days." Ugh! Why Twilight? Why did you have to be working on something complicated?

"Oh, right, that," I said with no emotion. "I forgot about my project. But I can't—"

"Really?" Spike interrupted. "It's not like you to forget things. You're not sick, are you?"

"What? No, I never get sick!" I cried, which was true. I had never gotten sick back in the real world. "But whatever. I can't—"

"I know you don't get sick," the baby dragon interrupted again. "I was just wondering, that's all."

I sighed. "Listen. I can't do the project right now. What even is this 'project'?"

"Whoa, maybe you are sick," Spike repeated, backing away slowly. "I'll call a doctor later, okay?"

"I'M NOT SICK!" I screamed. "Just tell me what this project is!"

Spike held up his little claws in surrender.

"Okay, okay," he said, grinning a bit. "You told me yesterday that the project was going to be testing different pony abilities, I think. If it works, it may increase their metabolism and they'll develop stronger and quickly." I thought for a moment.

"So basically I'm brainwashing every single pony here to be like Rainbow Dash?" I asked. "Like this world needs another show-off." I could tell Spike was about to burst into laughter. He put a hand over his mouth.

"If you tell her I said that, I'll twist your tail into a pretzel. Got it?" Spike immediately stopped laughing and stared at me wide eyed. I couldn't help but laugh myself. His face was priceless!

"Anyways, um, I really can't work on that 'brainwashing' assignment right now."

"How come?"

"Because...I..." I stopped. What excuse was I suppose to say? Even though I was stuck in Twilight's house, I was still thinking of Zaria and wondering where she was.

"I have to visit Fluttershy really quick!" I blurted out. "She borrowed something from me a week ago, and she forgot to return it."

"Fluttershy, huh?" Spike repeated. "I'm not sure she borrowed anything from us."

"She did," I insisted, a little too quickly. "I wouldn't have remembered it if it weren't true. But it is!" I grinned again, feeling beads of sweat roll down my forehead.

"So...you can remember Fluttershy borrowing something from you, but you can't remember the project you've been spending weeks working on?" Spike asked flatly. "Well, whatever floats your boat is fine with me. Have fun."

I watched him walk away and nearly smacked myself in the head. How was I ever going to fool these ponies (and dragon) to make them believe I was the real Twilight Sparkle? I pushed the thought away, but another thought stashed itself in my brain: Where did Fluttershy even live? Oops. Should've asked Spike when he was up here! I thought.

"Spike?" I called to him.

"Yeah?"

"Do you, by any chance, know where Fluttershy lives?" Just as I suspected: silence. I didn't know if the dragon was rolling his eyes or slapping his forehead.

"You're kidding, right?" Spike finally called back. I felt myself blush, which I never do.

"No," I cried. "Do you think you could show me the way? Since I've been so busy with my project, I kind of forgot where she lived."

There was another silence. I hated that. "Spike?"

I heard him groan.

"Alright," he moaned. I saw him walk towards the door and stare up at me. When I didn't move, he started tapping his small foot. He raised an eyebrow.

"Well?"

Oh gosh. I forgot one important detail: Twilight's house had a ladder connecting upstairs to her bedroom and down to the main living area. At least, that's what I saw in one of the episodes.

"You comin' or what?" I heard Spike yell.

"Just a minute!" I called back. Well, I wouldn't be climbing ladders anytime soon, but then I remembered something: Twilight could teleport! Aww, but how do I do that? I thought sadly. Did I have to think about it, or did I have to do some meditating process before performing the spell?

Ugh. Whatever. I'll just jump and hope I don't die. I walked toward the little ladder, squeezed my eyes tight, and jumped off the edge. Visualize someone trying to jump in the air on their hands and knees without removing either one of their body parts from the ground. You can probably imagine my pain.

"Uh, Twilight? You know you could've just used the ladder," Spike said, looking down at me. "Or the stairs."

I blinked. This house had stairs?