Where are my fingers and Toes?!View OnlineThe Day I woke up as ApplejackWhere are my fingers and Toes?!Chapter 1. Where are my fingers and toes?! Hello There I'm a human named Andrew James Ng, I live with my mother, who has luckily already left for work. I awoke to my alarm clock being switched on. I had assumed it was going to be a regular Wednesday, a day full of weekly store flyers, taking out the garbage, and recycling. Its also pay day, the weekly deposit of money from work brightening the day somewhat. But was the world going to give me a normal Wednesday? Not bloody likely! When I finally looked over at my alarm clock it read 11:30 A.M, I hadn’t been lucky enough to wake up before the alarm this time, but I had set it so I couldn’t blame it for doing it’s job. I went to turn off the alarm clock, not knowing it at the time but since I had hooves I ended up knocking the alarm clock off the book that had become my bedside stand. I finally became aware enough of my surroundings to realize I had awoken upside down. Truthfully I've done that on numerous occasions, tossing and turning in my sleep. I have even woken up stuck behind my bed, stuck between it and a desk. I wasn't able to move for several hours. Not a fun experience. "Um ah’ll pick that up later.” I told myself, working up the alertness to take my shower and brush my teeth. In my tired haze I didn’t notice my clearly southern American accent and high pitched voice. I'm not the most alert person in the mornings, usually I take a morning shower before I can really do anything since I am still half asleep. I also hadn't noticed when I got out of my warm bed, that I was walking on all fours. Like I said I'm not alert in the mornings. When I got into the shower I subconsciously used my hoof to turn the water on. The water woke me up pretty darned fast before I went to dry myself with my green towel, suddenly noticing that I have no fingers. A quick look at my feet confirmed I have no toes either. I then assume its part of a dream, heck I often have dreams of turning into a pony so I try to pinch myself and of course it failed due to not having fingers. I end up face-palming myself which ends up turning to a face hoof and I unbalanced myself entirely, falling over onto the cold tile. For a moment I tried to convince myself I am just having some sort of odd dream. I must have dreamed I turned into a pony. I then noticed I very much have a pony tail and I realized that it was not a dream at all, I obviously was not human anymore but a little pony. After a moment I finally yelled out in that same southern drawl "What in tarnation happened to me!?" I then gasped as I recognize the voice I just spoke in. I had spoken like my favorite pony from MLP Friendship is Magic who is of course Applejack. I turned my head to my or Applejack's flank and sew her three red apples. "So ah’ve been turned inta Applejack." I said with a sigh; “Ah just cant catcha break now can ah?” This was strange, easily the oddest thing that had ever happened to me but also at the same time its not entirely surprising, I do have a tendency of being far too honest and it has gotten me and my friends in trouble before. I then think of my niece Kassie, she would probably end up calling me peaches, her nickname for Applejack. My tired mind finally kicking in, I figured I'd better check the newspaper to see if I am the only lucky guy, or mare, but I face-hoof myself again as I then remember my mother cancelled the newspaper delivery for our house two years ago. I finally decide to check the internet, source of all bizarre news and knowledge. I had a little difficulty using the keyboard due to having hooves instead of hands so I ended using a plastic stick and holding it in mouth to press the keys. After starting a search on “My Little Pony” I clicked on a link that sent me to an interesting article about the producer of My Little Pony Friendship is Magic, Lauren Faust. She had apparently become Princess Celestia and she had said "If any of you find yourself to be an Element of Harmony, I need your help. You need to come to New York." "Oh Dang nabbit that there is gonna be a problem fer sure." I mumbled to myself. For starters that was in another country seeing as I live in Canada, perhaps I could have gotten my mother to buy me a plane or bus ticket, and seeing as I am now an Earth Pony and as such I cannot use magic or fly. On the other hand, or hoof, my mother will not get home for at least another four hours and its impossible to get to New York city on foot, or hoof, in one day or even a week. I had no choice but to wait for my mother to get home. I was sure she would do something to help me when I really need it. My train of thought got interrupted by my growling stomach, I realized I hadn’t eaten lunch yet so I trot downstairs, having forgotten my dog Marcus has never seen a pony. He ended up growling at me aggressively. "Hey! Stop this here raht now! Whoa there Marcster let me through okay?" Finally, one he had heard his beloved nickname, he obeyed and went retreated to the boot closet to take a nap. I made my way to the kitchen and used my teeth to open the fridge. I forgot it closes on its own if you don't hold the door open, so the door ended up smacking me in my snout and boy did it hurt. I was determined to get something in my stomach so I scooted over the stool from by the microwave and used it to prop the fridge door open. I then used my teeth to drag open the bottom most container which happened to be the fruit crisper. Finally I take out two apples and eat them in a few quick bites. Maybe this wednesday wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Great my Niece is hereView OnlineThe Day I woke up as ApplejackGreat my Niece is hereChapter 2. Great, my niece is here. After my delicious apple breakfast, I took a moment to look over my situation. Today is Wednesday, not just payday but my four year old niece who loves MLP was coming to visit. With a smirk I remembered that, in my hall closet, was the same kind of hat that Applejack wears in the show, a Stetson. This particular Stetson was the one I wore when I dressed up as a cowboy last year for Halloween, handing out treats. So I fetched a step stool that we have in the food pantry and climbed up to grab the hat and place it on my head. What do you know even in pony form the hat was still a perfect fit for my head, in the heat of the moment I reared up on my hind legs, kicking the air to yell out "Yee-Haw!" After I get that out of my system, I heard a familiar doorbell ring 7 times in a row, the enthusiasm of my niece shows through every time. I wasn’t too sure how I was gonna explain this to her mother, Leanna, being Applejack's human counterpart I really can't find in my heart to fib to her. I called out in Applejack's voice "Okay Leanna an’ Kassie ahm comin’ hold yer horses. Heh, hold yer horses, or ponies." As I walked my hooves made a clopping sound on the floorboards. When I reached the door I used my mouth to unlock the door and I started to open the door by holding it with my front hooves. Just as the door started to open my niece kicked the door open, smacking me into the wall behind the door and getting a painful groan out of me. "Owww what in tarnation, that really hurt little Missy." Kassie apparently didn’t hear me; "Where is Unka Andrew?" I respond in my now permanent accent; "Where do ya think ah am, ya hit me with the door and got me stuck ‘tween the door and the wall!" My sister Leanna stepped into the house and said "Andrew are you practicing your Applejack voice again? I have to admit you sound like the real thing." Behind the door I mentally rolled my eyes before saying "Yeah close the door and ya’ll will get a big surprise Leanna." My sister closed the door and saw between the wall and the door was a certain Earth pony. My much younger niece naturally assumed I was a life sized Applejack doll or something like that and squeezed me really hard. I mean really, it was enough that I couldn't breathe. My sister saw my face turning blue and she finally sprung into action, removing her daughter from my neck and I finally was able to breathe. My niece then ran behind me to start pulling my tail, which I have to say feels mighty odd. Leanna then finally asked the question that I’m sure she had been mulling over. "Applejack how the heck are you real anyway?" I looked my sister in her eyes and did my best to keep a serious expression with a child pulling my tail off. "That's the thing Deeds, Its me your little brother. Ah woke up as Applejack this mornin’. Not sure how ta tell Mom though, and could ya’ll tell Kassie to stop pulling on mah tail cause it really hurts a lot." Leanna was struck dumb she realized that I must be her brother. No one else in the whole world calls her Deeds except for her little brother Andrew. She proceeded to remove her daughter from pulling my rear end. My sister asked in a shaking voice; "A-A-A-Andrew is that really you, and are you really a pony?" I nodded my head and answer my sister's question; "Boy Howdy it’s still taken time to get used to but yeah its me mah dear sister." Leanna chuckled weakly. "Mom is gonna freak when she get's home in a few hours." I looked at the floor and did my best to shrug. "I know but ah also found out on the internet that it’d happenin’ to other folk as well. If anyone finds themselves turned into any of the Mane 6 they need to get to New York City. I'm betting she will pay for the ticket to get me there." Leanna nodded her head "She would do anything to help her children." She chimed in hopefully. I really hoped she would too.
Mom is home and Willing to HelpView OnlineThe Day I woke up as ApplejackMom is home and Willing to HelpChapter 3 My sister and her daughter wait a few more hours until my mother comes through the front door. When she does arrive, my niece jumps up and down, still not understanding that the pony in the room with her is actually her Uncle Andrew. The young girl forces my mother into the living room where my sister Leanna and I are having a cup of tea. I refuse to drink coffee, because of the bitter taste and an incident that once left my tongue numb for days, so I have a cup of tea everyday instead. Fortune must have been kind to me since my mother watches the international news everyday and she has known for a while that I'm a brony so she was prepared for the chance, however remote, that I might turn into a pony. Although my niece still yells out "Pony real, Pony real." And she pulls on my tail once again which still feels mighty odd, and I shout; "Kassie, ah told ya to stop pulling on mah tail!" My mother interrupted the pint sized power struggle, suggesting that we should have dinner first before we talk about the trip I will need to take to New York City. As for dinner, my mother cooked my sister and her Daughter Chicken stew with white rice. With my new nose the cooked chicken unsurprisingly smells horrible. Burned rubber with spices. As for my own dinner, she made me a plate of fresh veggies from my grandmother's garden and a fresh fruit salad. I’m sure she didn’t mind the simplicity of my new diet. I take one bite of my granny's veggies and they taste like nothing I've ever tasted before. It was as if I had died and gone to pony heaven. I chuckle and look up to my mom; "This is mighty tasty Ma, thank ya an’ god bless Granny for her garden." However, before I can get to the fruit salad, my niece pushed the bowl off the table and landing it squarely on top of Marcus' head. He ran around oblivious to the large green bowl on his head, as well as the trail of fruit chunks he left behind. My mother reached out a moment too late to save the brightly colored edibles, and cursed when the inevitable mess became worse thanks to my dog’s unknowing help. "Kassie! Dang it...” She did her best to grab the largest bits so that they wouldn’t fall underfoot or underhoof. “Leanna, I mean Andrew, we need to talk about this. I know you will need to go to New York City to meet Lauren Faust in order to get this figured out. I will even pay for the airplane ticket, just remember to be on your best manners and remember to wear fresh... well, a fresh hat, okay?" I begin to blush from embarrassment. My mother always had a habit of mixing up everybody's names and mothering me so this isn’t a big surprise. With the name part she’s called me my dog’s name before and once she even her own name which was kinda weird. My mother suggests that I go to bed for the night, and I trot up the stairs to my bed, yawning sleepily. "Night Y'all." I holler back down the stairs. Once I get to my room I reposition all my stuffed toys on my bed. There is a mix of MLP custom plush dolls, pokemon stuffed toys and even a large doll of Kirby. Looking out my window, I wonder if anyone I know personally have become ponies as well. I look over to my Applejack plushie with a chuckle. "I reckon we’re just about the same now, partner." Pretty soon I’ve fallen asleep, still looking out the window. The next morning I wake up and make my way down the stairs, though the quiet house. On the kitchen table is a note which I have to climb onto a chair to read. "Andrew, I will be picking up your plane ticket after I finish my errands. Enjoy your lunch, I made you a meat free dish. It’s inside the microwave, all you need to do is heat it up for 3 minutes. Love Mom.” I heat up the meal she made for me, with a little difficulty, and once it is done I find out its one of those “fake meat” dishes. It was one of my older sister's meatless chicken nuggets. Despite not liking them before, I eat it with Gusto. It tastes a heck of alot better than it did when I was human. After eating, I really don’t know what else to do. I sit around bored until I decide that there is really nothing to do in the house so why not go outside? Out back we happen to have a large apple tree, and although normally I would be more likely to climb it, I can’t help but wonder if I could buck the apples out like in the show. I only have three buckets but I manage to arrange them under the tree in a triangle before kicking the heck out of the tree. After a few practice kicks, I manage to get a good solid hit on the trunk, shaking the tree with enough force to whip the branches around. Although the tree is pretty large, I only get about a bucket worth of apples, spread out around the tree. One made it into the bucket though. I would say I had gained the strength behind apple bucking, practice would be a different challenge, if I was around apple trees often enough to need that skill. As I gather up the apples by their stems, I hear the flap of a bird’s wings, and I turn just in time to get a face full of crow. Apparently I had managed to destroy the bird’s nest in the process of gathering the bucket of apples, and was pretty angry at me. After grabbing the bucket in my teeth, I manage to sprint into the house and kick the door shut, gaining an angry squawk and several pecks to the flank along the way. Pretty soon the crow leaves and I slump to the floor next to my bucket. After the whole crow and apple incident, I look around the kitchen and ponder what to pack for the trip. Seeing as I don’t know how long I’ll be gone for, I decide to pack granola bars and those fruit bar things that have at least a full serving of fruit and veggies in them. After packing the snacks for the trip, I trot up the stairs to the washroom with a pretty good idea of what to pack next. I collect my toothbrush and toothpaste first, after all I have to keep my new teeth nice and shiny. I wonder if my nighttime medicine would have the same effect on this new body or if it would have some unknown side effects. Eventually I decide it might be a bad idea to try any medicine. Trotting to my room I look over my dresser. Seeing as I am now a pony I probably won’t need my underpants or socks, or any clothing for that matter. For money, I decide to pack my wallet since I can probably still use my debit card. I decide to pack some of MLP plush dolls as well, to bring a bit of my home with me. I pack the mane 6 as well as a plush of Lyra even though she isn’t one of the main cast. Trying to think of what else I can pack, I remember that I will need water for the trip since I can't lift up a glass or reach a fountain. So I trot to the garage where my mother keeps all the plastic bottles of water and I put 6 bottles in my pack just in case I can’t find anything else to drink. Suddenly a sharp crack and spray of glass fall over me, a golf ball rolling across the garage and bouncing off the wall to come to a rest next to a tool chest. I don’t want to move at first since I am surrounded by broken glass, but eventually I shuffle over to the door, shaking the glass off of myself and dragging the pack back into the house with me. Living within spitting distance of hole 16 has it’s downsides. Usually all we suffer is a dent in the side of the house, or a clogged drainpipe, this is only the second time we’ve had a broken window and certainly the first while I am nearby. Looks like I have to wait for mom to get home and clean the glass of my pack, so for now I take a rest on the couch, the apple bucking having tired me out more than I thought.
Now Dormant and the Hot dog IncidentView OnlineThe Day I woke up as ApplejackNow Dormant and the Hot dog IncidentChapter 5 Just before the children noticed me, I ran to a side alley away from the public. I didn’t want those children trying to pull my tail like ma niece tried to do a few days ago. I closed my eyes and noticed the original Applejack behind me, And she explains that I’m not quite complete yet and that she and I, must complete the change by making a connection with the Element of Honesty. A little confused I ask her what Applejack means, she explains that, her my soul cannot use the Element itself. I rationalize a thought and that would mean that most likely she would be controlling my body while the I myself will be dormant. So I ask Applejack what I thought she had meant She nods her head confirming what I had been thinking. I then say “If its the only way we can use the element of honesty I fully agree with this idea, and besides with the new days of the week it had to mean Discord is in my world somewhere. A thought runs through my head and inform Applejack I inform Applejack that not to worry but I have on our back currently is ma backpack. Applejack is confused on what a backpack is and she asks me “It this backpack thing ya are talking about that similar to ma saddlebag?” I nodded my head and explained that humans use backpacks instead of a saddlebag, and and in my backpack are plush toys, fruit snacks, granola bars and water bottles. I start to wonder on how Applejack how she plans to make my conscious mind dormant so I ask, “Applejack how in equestria are you planning to make my mind dormant anyway?” Applejack “Oh don’t ya worry sugarcube I got it all planned out.” Soon after she says that, she bucks me very hard, enough to knock me out. Although in reality she was only knocking out my mind not me so to say, I must say it was sure different. As I lost consciousness, I hear Applejack saying “Sleep tight Sugarcube.” Meanwhile in the real world My body did not move at all I was in a state where it looked like I was sleeping, once the eyes opened, at the same time the Element of Honesty magically appeared around my neck. Although it wasn’t me inhabiting the body at the moment but the real Applejack. Since my mind is now dormant I was now fully Applejack.She had decided that this city was like Manehatten, just without any ponyfolk and full of those hooman things. As Applejack was walking there were a few 3 and 4 year olds who though Applejack was a doggie of some sort. About an hour later Applejack had ended up walking to a outside food cart and she was wondering what the awful smell was. If I was dormant I would have explained that it was a hot dog cart. Applejack was shocked when she read the title on the cart, it had read Hot Dog King supreme. Applejack’s eye began to twitch as she started to become really angry. Applejack got really angry after she read this, enough that started to yell at the Hot dog Vendor “So ya varmints like ta eat little Doggies like ma little Winona?!” The Hot Dog Vendor was obviously freaked out a bit. He says to Applejack that hot dogs are not made of dogs. Applejack “Oh yeah that they made of then?” The Hot dog vendor says “ a hot dog is made of processed pig meat called pork or even beef which is cow meat.” After hearing that Applejack did not feel so good, it was enough that she might vomit, after all in Equestria Cows are also a sentient being. After the whole misunderstanding about hot dogs Applejack begins to walk down the street, just as she was about to walk over a manhole, a sewer worker had just finished his work for the day and was exiting the sewer, and Applejack fell in the manhole.
The plane ride on marsday and my MisdaventureView OnlineThe Day I woke up as ApplejackThe plane ride on marsday and my MisdaventureChapter 4 I layed on the couch for a while, staring at the ceiling and enjoying the full feeling, until I felt something wet on my hoof. I looked over to see my dog panting eagerly, holding his leash in his mouth. I chuckled and take the end of the leash in my own mouth, since I couldn’t hold it anymore. We made it out of the door and began to trot down the street. I nodded to a few passers by as they stared at me in surprise. I stared back at a lady walking her cat with a leash, that was at least as odd as a pony walking her dog, right? We got back from our enjoyable walk and I happily spat out the leash, letting my dog run off with his newfound freedom. During my wait for my mother to come home, I took a look at the calendar, sighing as I flipped through the bizarre year/week. “Tarnation... Discord’s got to be neck deep in this mess.” I grumbled, shaking my head and turning away. Finally my mother returned after an hour or two, with a plane ticket in hand. “I wasn’t able to get a flight until Marsday.... which is after Sunday, new day names for some reason,” she explained, tucking the ticket into my bag. Due to the day still being Friday I needed to wait for another three days before its Marsday. “It’s at terminal number 12." I stared at her for a second at the idea that everyone is using these new days and shook my head. "No that's fine Ma, I'll manage." The next few days were pretty uneventful, mostly with me walking my dog. However on the Sunday a little girl notices me walking Marcus and she decides to pull my tail, and I almost buck her; that’s when I noticed she was probably only 3 or 4 years old and probably didn’t know any better. After that incident I trotted back home and stayed in my room for that night. It’s a good thing my bag was already packed 2 days earlier. My mother informs me that we should have one last family dinner before I leave to New York City. I agree with her happily, and she makes a type of cheesy Gnocchi with a fresh side salad for dinner. Since Gnocchi is a type of potato Pasta, I’m thinking it should be fine and that I probably won't get sick. I will tell ya this the meal was amazing. That night I have a strange dream, where the original Applejack is wondering if Apple Bloom and Big Mac are okay. In the dream I try to help her but I end up clumsily falling into a ditch on the Apple’s family farm, right into a bunch of worms and other slimy stuff, let's just say it wasn't the greatest dream. Apparently I had unwittingly rolled out of my bed and bumped my head on my oak dresser, knocking myself out; when I awoke it was 7:00 A.M the next morning. That morning my mother took me to the airport in the family SUV and I trot next to mother when she takes me to the terminal headed to New York City and to my surprise I see a banner over the lane terminal 12 that says in multicolored letters WELCOME APPLEJACK. However I assume whoever put the banner up must have been short a few apples of a barrel since for starters the word welcome was misspelled; it read as this instead "Welfume Applejack.” I mentally facehoof myself and I say to my ma, "See ya later Ma member to walk Marcus everyday ya hear?" After my mother left me I had to wait for the airplane's arrival time while apparently the hardcore fans of Applejack fully surrounded me; all of them were holding Applejack plush toys. "How did ya know I was coming here?" I said in my Southern voice. One of the fans answered "Well your mother was here when she bought the plane ticket and she said in quote ‘My son has turned into Applejack please let him on the plane, and as a huge fan I got all the Applejack fans in the city and gathered them here to wish you luck on your journey.” A half hour later I show the stewardess my plane ticket and my passport, but since I now look nothing like my passport profile I got asked a bunch of questions to confirm my identity. After being questioned for 15 minutes the plane staff agree I am actually who I say I am. They asked me questions like what my DOB was and what my blood type is. I’m not gonna tell you guys my Date of Birth is cause it could make fans hound me, but I will tell you ma blood type is AB+. Another question they asked was what was my mother’s maiden name. Other than those sort of questions the rest were sort of trivial. After that the stewardess lets me on; when I get to my seat I end up being seated to next to a who hates ponies, not the best seat in the plane but I can't complain. The whole plane ride I had to listen to this jerk telling me to drown myself in a lake; three hours or so of his constant yelling in my ear I finally got fed up and said to his face "Shut up ya dang idjot or do ya want me to buck all of ya teeth out?" That got the man to shut his trap. After the plane had landed in New York City a half hour later, this of course was after having to sit next to that annoying man the whole trip. I had collected my bag off the baggage thing and I then left the airport and started walking around New York city. Then I facehoof as I had just remembered that I never been in New York City before. I knew I must have had walked into the slums of the city since the buildings were starting to look kinda like theyhave been looked after in many years. Before I knew it a bunch of Hobos began to surround me; they tried to rob me so I kinda bucked them in their chests hard enough that their children would be born with broken limbs. To make matters worse it began to rain and hail harshly; since I was outside I was getting pelted by the hail and yeah it really hurt a lot. I ended up heading into an abandoned building to escape the rain. In retrospect running into that particular building may not have been the smartest idea in ma head. Since the building was quite old,I would probably say that the building was at least 50-60 years old, the metal the building was completely brown from rust and chunks of the rusty metal was crumbling, the floor where I was currently standing was crumbling under my hooves. As you can probably guess it couldn't support my weight. I fell through the floor, at a high speed which it had turned out the building was connected to a small side part of New York city’s subway system. Thankfully the part where it connected was just enough that I could feel the wind from the subway train, but not enough to be in any danger from the train itself. Once I had trotted enough I saw a set of stairs headed upwards so I climbed up, and it lead to an large toy store conveniently that primarily sold MLP merchandise, consisting of mostly plush dolls.
