A Filly’s Secret

by CupcakesKiller

Rating: teen
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Human, Original Character
Length: 1755

A normal human gets sucked into the Everfree forest while on a walk

While on a walk Amber gets sucked into the Everfree forest, and is now transformed into a young pony. Watch as they struggle with the new pony world and body.

Published 2024-10-16 22:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-10-16 22:00:00 UTC

A mornings walk

A Mornings Walk

The sun peeked through my bedroom curtains, gently coaxing me awake. I stretched, yawned, and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, feeling the cool floor beneath my feet.

Downstairs, the kitchen awaited me its a cozy nook bathed in sunlight streaming through the sunroof. I cracked eggs into a bowl, whisking them until they formed a golden pool. The sizzle of butter in the pan was music to my ears, a symphony of morning energy. As the scrambled eggs took shape, fluffy and warm, my little black cat perched above me on the tops of the cabinets, watching intently, almost begging for a taste. I couldn’t resist giving her a small piece of egg, which she devoured with delight. The room seemed to darken as clouds rolled in, blocking the sun. Thankfully it's not supposed to rain today.

My bicycle leaned against the fence, waiting for its rider. I pedaled along familiar streets, the wind tousling my hair and filling me with a sense of freedom. I locked my bike near the entrance, the metal clasp clicking into place with a satisfying sound.

Birdsong accompanied me, the sweet notes of robins and finches mingling with the rhythmic tapping of unseen woodpeckers. I reveled in their melodies, my footsteps blending with the natural symphony of the forest. Each step felt like part of a greater harmony, a living, breathing song of the woods.

The streams babbled nearby, their waters glistening as sunlight filtered through the canopy above, creating a dance of light and shadow on the surface. As I walked, I crossed small, rustic bridges, their wooden planks worn smooth by countless travelers who had come before me. Each bridge held stories in its timbers, whispers of the past blending with the present.

I paused to watch dragonflies dart and dance above the stream's surface, their iridescent wings catching the light in a dazzling display. Their movements were graceful and fleeting, a moment of wonder amidst the tranquility of the forest. Beneath the water's surface, small minnows darted about, their silvery bodies a contrast to the dark depths. Water striders skimmed across the surface with delicate precision, creating ripples that spread outwards like echoes.

The air was filled with the earthy scent of damp soil and blooming flowers, a fragrant reminder of the forest's vitality. As I continued along the path, the gentle rustling of leaves overhead and the distant call of birds created a sense of peace and connection with the natural world. Each moment felt precious, a gift from the forest that I cherished with every step.

As I walked along the path, I wasn’t expecting anything unusual. But, something caught my eye. Ahead, there was a patch of the forest absolutely bathed in sunlight, a stark contrast to the overcast sky. It was as if someone had taken a photo of the woods and cranked up the saturation, enchanting the colors to create a vivid, almost dreamlike landscape.

The sun, which had been hidden behind the clouds, shone through the trees with an intensity that made me squint. The trees themselves appeared to have tripled in size, their trunks towering above me like ancient guardians. The leaves rustled softly in the breeze, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. The air was warmer here, and the scent of blooming flowers mingled with the earthy aroma of the forest, creating an almost intoxicating atmosphere.

Distracted by the sudden shift in my surroundings, I wasn't watching my step. Before I knew it, I was sprawled out on a carpet of soft, green grass. Wait, grass? Just a moment ago, I was treading on a dirt path. The disorientation hit me like a wave. I pushed myself up slowly, only to freeze in shock at what I saw. My hands... they weren’t hands at all. Where my fingers should have been, there were now a pair of golden hooves, gleaming in the dappled sunlight.

Panic surged through me as I tried to make sense of what was happening. Was I dreaming? Hallucinating? I shook my head, trying to clear the fog of confusion. The vibrant, surreal surroundings seemed to mock my bewilderment. I took a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill my lungs, and tried to steady my racing thoughts.

I flexed my new limbs experimentally, the unfamiliar sensation sending jolts through my nerves. It was real. I was truly transformed. My mind raced, questions swirling like leaves in a whirlwind. How did this happen? What does it mean?

My entire body just felt wrong. My eyes were too big, my fingers and hands were gone, and my ears were in the wrong place, twitching on their own. My teeth felt flat against my tongue, and an overall sense of wrongness invaded my being. My hooves scraped against the ground as I tried to move, the unfamiliar weight and shape making every step awkward and unsure.

I forced myself to keep breathing, to stay calm, but the strangeness of my own body was overwhelming. The vibrant forest around me felt like a dreamscape, yet every sensation told me it was real. My heart pounded in my chest, my mind a whirl of fear and confusion. What had I become, and how would I ever find my way back to what I once was?

Desperation set in as I frantically looked around for something familiar, the rocks, the trees, anything that could anchor me to reality. My heart raced as I spotted a small stream across the field. I tried to stand up and walk towards it, but my legs wobbled and I stumbled, falling over. A wave of frustration washed over me as I realized that even walking was now a challenge.

Determined, I decided to crawl over to the stream. The grass felt cool and damp beneath my new hooves as I awkwardly inched forward. Each movement was ungainly and unfamiliar, but I pressed on, desperate to reach the water. The journey felt endless, each inch a testament to my determination. The ground beneath me was uneven, with roots and rocks that added to the struggle, my hooves scraping against the obstacles.

The forest around me was alive with the sounds of morning, the calls of birds, and the rustling of small animals in the underbrush. But all I could focus on was the stream, the promise of answers, shimmering in the distance. My breath came in ragged gasps, my muscles aching from the unfamiliar exertion.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I reached the stream's edge. The water’s surface rippled gently in the breeze, inviting me to peer into its depths. As I peered into the shallow water a pair of red-orange eyes stared back at me. They are big and round, almost too big for the face—my face. I raise a hand… no, a hoof, to my face and touch my golden muzzle. The sensation is strange and unfamiliar. My hoof then moves up to my ears, which twitch involuntarily.

I notice a choppy navy blue mane that just barely reaches my shoulders. It’s a stark contrast to the golden hue of my coat. I turn my head to look at my back and see a small pair of wings. They look delicate and fragile. I try to move them, and they just barely twitch. The feeling is so foreign, like discovering a new part of myself that I never knew existed.

"What the hell.." my voice trailed off, It was too high. I barely even recognized my own voice.

I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions inside me. I needed to think clearly. As I looked around, I noticed the forest seemed even more vibrant and alive than before. The colors were richer, and the sounds crisper. It was as if I had stepped into a different world.

I decided to test out my new body. Slowly, I attempted to stand up again, this time focusing on balancing my weight on all four hooves. It was awkward, but after a few wobbly attempts, I managed to stand. I took a tentative step forward, then another. Each step felt more natural, and soon I found a rhythm. I was walking, albeit clumsily. I followed the stream, walking along with the flow of the water, remembering what I had been taught about being lost in the woods.

I continued walking, my hooves making soft thuds on the forest floor. The path ahead was unfamiliar. An inexplicable force seemed to tug at my very core, drawing me forward with each step. As I walked, the forest seemed to change around me. The trees grew taller, their leaves forming a dense canopy overhead, causing the world to darken and the temperature to drop. The underbrush became thicker, the sounds of the forest growing more pronounced as the day waned.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the forest floor, a sense of urgency set in. I realized I needed to find shelter for the night. The thought of spending the night in this unfamiliar body, in a strange forest, was daunting, but I had no other choice. I was starting to get sore and tired from the long trek. My muscles ached, and a gnawing hunger reminded me that I hadn’t eaten since I arrived here.

I scanned the area and spotted a small, sheltered nook beneath a large, ancient tree. Its roots formed a hollow just big enough to fit my small body, a natural sanctuary in this vast wilderness. It would have to do for the night.

Carefully, I nestled into the mossy hollow. The ancient oak cradled my weary form, its gnarled roots providing a makeshift bed. The moss was soft, and I tried to ignore the dampness seeping into my fur. I closed my eyes, my navy blue mane cascading over my shoulders, and whispered a silent plea for safety.

The forest hummed around me with the rustle of leaves the distant hoot of an owl and the sound of chirping crickets. The sounds were both soothing and unnerving, a constant reminder of the wild world I was now a part of. As I surrendered my consciousness to the embrace of darkness, I hoped it would guide me home.

The forest held me in its ancient grasp, and I drifted into a restless sleep, dreams filled with visions of the life I had left behind and the mysteries that lay ahead.