I tossed and turned in my bed. No I'm not getting up yet.
"Nein I don't want to get up yet. Ach ach." I said.
I looked over to my clock as it read 11:04 AM. "Well that is strange." I said. My voice sounded a little bit more high pitched. I still had my German accent but it was a tiny bit less noticeable.
"I probably just have a cold or something." I said. As I rubbed my face my hands felt a bit numb. I tried to make a fist to no avail. "WAT IN GOTT'S NAME IS GOING ON."
I screamed, then fidgeted my arms and legs and fell off my bed. "Oof. That hurt." I crawled to to my wall mirror in my room with much difficult seeing as I cannot walk well and what I saw took my breath away. In front of me was a beautiful Pegasus mare. I had beautiful shining green eyes,white fur,blonde hair and puffy wings. I immediately blushed.
"Oh vell look at zis. I made a bunch of sexy poses in front of my mirror. "Haha how cute I look. Guess it was bound to happen to me."
I had heard of other bronies turning into ponies but I never thought it would happen to me. First of all I was now a girl. That didn't really bother me. None of this was really a bad thing. The only bad thing was trying to get to New York. Claus heard on TV last night that anypony that turned into a pony had to go to New York.
"Well there goes the ponyisms. Now I say Buck and Everypony." Uh oh. I thought to myself. I have to go the bathroom . . . "Buck how the hell do I walk?”
I tried to my best efforts to walk but to no avail. "Oof." My face landed head first into the carpet.
"Come on don't give up yet." "Eins,Zwei,drei." After about a half hour I was finally walking. "Oh thank Celestia."
In the middle of my pride I walked into the door and my Pickelhaube helmet from WW1 fell onto my head. "CELESTIA BE DAMNED." I screamed. "I mean really thank Celestia my parents are away. They would have bucking heard me by now!"
Finally I was able to make my way to the bathroom. The door stood in front of me closed. "Damn I'm really going to get sick of tasting door knob." My muzzle mouth bit down on the doorknob, my wet pony drool dripped down the bronze knob as I proceeded to open the door.
Using the restroom was a new experience. I could never stand while I pissed ever again thats for sure. All I'm going to say is it felt weird. Like very very weird. I used my mouth to pull some toilet paper over my groin and wiped.
"Vlush and avvaaayyy" I said. I walked out of the bathroom and confronted my next challenge. Stairs. "Now how would a wonderbolt get up the stairs? Oh yeah they would fly." I really should practice a bit first. I proceeded to move my wing muscles. After a couple minutes practice I was able to hover up the stairwell. "Time for some breakfast!" I said. I crash landed onto my counter with a bang.
"Next time I practice more. I also need to stop talking to myself." I looked around the table and saw a bowl full of fruit. "Its a sad thing I will never be able to eat sausage again."
I bit down into the piece of pear and the juices exploded in my mouth. It was sweet yet tangy and burst full of flavor. That was fucking DELICIOUS!!! I thought to myself. My wings flattered in response. I think I have a little wingboner. I blushed at that. After a while I was also able to make some toast and poured myself a glass of juice. Well I'm doing well. Now I just need to find a way to New York. Before I go I might as well enjoy my self,maybe have a shower and watch some TV.
I hovered back into the bathroom. Flying sure is fun. I walked over to the shower and bit down onto the knob. As I warmed up the shower I thought about soaring up in the sky. Maybe with a cute stallion or something.
"WOAH THERE LITTLE FILLY YOU ARE NOT GOING OUT WITH A STALLION." I stepped into the shower and felt the warm water flow through my mane. omigawd that feels soooo gooood. I thought to myself. The water flowed over my flank and I blushed at the thought of being with soarin or another Stallion.
"Wellll maybe its not that bad to be with a stallion. After all I am a mare now." After a 30 minute shower,my ecstasy trip was over. I flicked on the TV and watched Romney giving a speech about the ponies. "These ponies are clearly demons! God has sent for Joseph Smith to end the world!" Yeah right buddy. I thought. Now to real business. How to get to New York.
I was going to fly. I knew I could do it. I felt the wonderbolt spirit flying inside me. I can do it. I thought to myself. I packed my things into my satchel bag. Some food,snacks,my laptop,Iphone and my pocket knife. Plus 150 US dollars. Before I left I would leave a calling card to my family.
Dear Mutti and Vati. I am leaving for New York. As you may have heard us bronies have been turning into ponies. I myself am one of them. I turned into one of my favorite background ponies Surprise. I will be back,I don't know when but rest assured I am fine. Your son erm Daughter, Claus/Surprise. I also put a video on my youtube account telling other ponified bronies to join in on my journey to New York.
I fluttered out my window and onto my roof. The orange spanish villa tiles felt dry under my hooves. I scratched my hoof against the tiles and said, "This is luftwaffe one,Surprise is ready for take off." I flapped my wings and began to soar up high into the air. "WOOO HOOO YEAH BABY!" I then flew off into the Mojave.
Flying over the Mojave makes you wish for a nuclear winter
As I flew across the mojave I looked down below. I saw rolling dunes, plateaus and the vast expanse of the Desert. The wind ruffled my feathers and I felt great. I have flown on a plane before but I never felt anything like this. I had so much freedom flowing through my veins. I could go anywhere,anytime I wanted.
I had some music playing on my iphone as I flew across the desert. I felt like an ace pilot all of that power flowing through my veins. In my head I charted my course. I was already leaving Los Angles and I was to make stops in Vegas,Salt Lake City,Denver,Austin,New Orleans,Nashville,Washington then New York. I was going to see the whole country. I had lived in California my whole life. I remember Mutti telling me stories about Germany. Growing up in East Germany and Spreewald Pickles. God those must have tasted good.
I began to grow a little bit tired,it was 6:56 in the evening and I looked down to see the lights of a small town. I looked up at a sign that said Welcome to Victorville California I galloped around town and found the Victorville Diner. As I galloped on in I got a few stares but most didn't really pay attention to me. As I sat down on the bar stool a waitress came up and asked "What will ya have darlin?" I thought for a minute and realized any meats were out of the question. "I'll just have a salad with ranch dressing please." "Alright comin right up." I sat there trying my best not to snooze of when I looked to a little girl that was pointing at me. "Mommy its a pony." The mother sighed "Yes dearie that pony needs to go to New York to help her other pony friends."
After finishing my salad I flew out again looking for Vegas. From what the waitress told me Vegas is just across the county. That was good news for me because my wings were getting tired. I was running low on cash so I would have to find somewhere to sleep. Maybe I could sleep in the clouds? That was a good idea,maybe fashion a cloud house to sleep in. It was pretty cloudy outside so it could be done. As I flew I began to see lights in the distance. Could it be? Is it? "YEAH BABY THIS IS VEGAS!" I immediatly thought back to my long hours of playing Fallout: New Vegas. I began to sing to myself, Blue Moon,you saw me standing alone. Without a dream in my heart . . .
I crashed into a large cloud. "Oof. That hurt." Well I guess I'll be staying here I fumbled with my hooves trying to make the cloud into some sort of structure. After 30 minutes of work I saw my makeshift cloud shack. I laid my bad down next to my fluffy cloud bed and I jumped up and down on my cloud bed. Heh heh this is fun I eventually just laid myself down on the bed. It felt so cool and soft. Just right for sleeping. I closed my eyes and let myself drift away into the dream world.
Chicago,Chicago my kind of Town
I tossed and turned inside my cloud house. My wings felt tired from the long trip yesterday. Come to think of it they must be hurting because I haven't done my morning workout yet. Great now I'm wanting to workout. Here goes my personality. A little workout regiment wouldn't hurt. I proceeded to fly around the Las Vegas skyline admiring the Casino's below me. I flapped my wings as fast as I could. I could feel the hot desert air against my wings as I flew. Oh ja work zat body. I thought to myself.
After a half hour of working my wings to death I returned to my small cloud house. I needed to get going to New York but first I thought to myself, Are there any other wonderbolts out there? I checked Equestria daily and sure enough there were two wonderbolts. A Canadian guy and another guy from California. I proceeded to send him a message about my own predicament. I needed to head to Chicago to meet up with the other wonderbolts. This song went through my head.
Chicago,Frank Sinatra
♪ Chicago, Chicago--that toddlin' town.
Chicago, Chicago--I will show you around. I love it.
Bet your bottom dollar you'll lose the blues in Chicago, Chicago.
The town that Billy Sunday couldn't shut down.♪
My wings flattered and puttered as I picked up my bag and sped off. I had to plan my route to Chicago. First I'll stop at Salt Lake City,Then Denver, Wichita,Kansas City,St.Louis then straight to Chicago. Time to see the Midwest in all its glory I thought. As I flew I eventually started to get bored. I pulled out my iPhone and rested it on my hooves as I flew. Time to watch some TV. I thought to myself. It was still all over the news about what was happening to people and the chaos it was causing. Religious fanatics called them the followers and helpers of the Anti-Christ. I faced-hoofed at the stupidity of the comment and turned the TV app off.
After hours of flying I finally reached Salt Lake City. I was hungry and tired. There was no way I was going to just sleep on a cloud. I wanted a warm bed tonight so I decided to look around for an inn. But first problem to deal with was my unrelenting hunger. After galloping down the streets of the historic Mormon city I looked up to see an odd site. An Indian food restaurant. I had always loved Indian food and what better way to reward myself for my hard efforts of flying and making my way to Chicago than to dine on the food of the far-east?
I walked into the restaurant with an impatient look about me. I got a couple stares from some people but I could careless. I was starved. To my right I saw a little girl and her mother. "Look mommy a pony! Just like the one on the TV!" The little girl squealed with joy while I sighed. "Vell hello zer little girl. Mein name ist Clause. Or its Surprise now." The little girl had a confused look on her face. "You talk funny." I face hoofed yet again. "That is because I am German. My mother and father came here about a year after the wall fell." "What wall?" I laughed at the comment but she was just a little girl. A tall dark skinned Indian waiter came to me and said "Your table Mam." I walked to the table and rested my bag next to myself. It was odd trying to find a way to sit but Lyra had taught me one thing. To sit like a human even though you are a pony. My stomach growled with anticipation. This better not take to long . . .
Authors notes:Sorry for the lack of updates,I have had major writers block and I have been overcome with lazieness. I'll be back to my regular writing phase now.
I sat there staring at the glossy table with my thoughts moving about in my head. I needed to get to Chicago,I'm hungry and I haven't worked out in ours. My god her brain is starting to take over. I thought to my self. mean really,workouts? Since when do I work out? I'm the laziest kid on the block und I do nothing but play video games. I still thought to myself. I have gained freedom but lost things in a sense.
Minutes passed. Finally the waiter returned. "So what would you be having today yes?" She asked in a thick Indian accent. I'll have the Curry soup,with the French bread side. Also a Pepsi to start out with. I opened my bag and proceeded to play on my iPhone. I had got a message from that guy who turned into Spitfire. I had already known about Chicago from days ago. He was on his way there. I needed to speed up a little if I ever wanted to get there.
Finally my curry arrived. It was still difficult to try to drink my Pepsi. I finally found a way to use the straw and drink. The Pepsi tasted much better than I could remember. It tasted a little more sweeter now and much more fizzy. My taste buds busted with sweet fizzy flavor. i just need to get to Denver next. It should be a pretty long flight but I'm sure I can make it. The curry soup tasted extremely spicy and sort of vegtably. The food was Delicious. I took my time and ate it with ease. I'm going to do some training while I'm on my way to Denver. This wonderbolt was beginning to take over my mind. I had her morning workout routine,her thoughts,her wants. Well then.
The waiter gave me the bill,I paid gave a tip and flew out of the restaurant. Salt Lake city looked so amazing from this view. I could see all the little people,a Mormon funeral service and I saw the Famous Salt Lake below me. I was begging to have a bit of home sickness but i shook it off. I was going to do this. For me up everyone else.
The sun began to set as I flew on. I couldn't help but get a little tired along the way. Hours have passed since lunch so I decided to fly down to what looked like a truck stop. As I walked in I saw a couple bikers,truckers and an attractive waitress serving fish and chips to the bikers. "What can I get for you darling?" The waitress asked me. "I'll just have a coffee and some salad." I replied. She wrote that down and went off into the kitchen. The biker chuckled at me. "Now what are ya'll? Some sort of horse?" "Hey bill can I ride the pony?" The men gave off chuckled laughter while one that appeared to be drunk waltzed over to me and proceeded to sit on my back. I immediately realized this is a bar! These men are drunk! "Get the buck off me you crazy fatass!" I proceeded to buck him off me and he gave me the dirtiest look I have ever seen in my life. "Oh shit." I said. I immediately fleed for my life flying out of the bar and out into the night. "Denver better be close . . ."
Author's Note
Laziness is killing me
