A Torrential Change

What really teared me out sleep was not the slight pressure on my flank, but the sudden wetness surrounding my cutie mark. I turned my head back to look at the foreign black stallion whose head layed on my flank, a stream of drool dripping out of his mouth. No matter how cute that looked, the drool was disgusting. So I shook him awake.

"Your brain has liquified again, dear."

The stallion awoke with a start.

"Huh? What?"

Then he noticed he had been lying on my flank and blushed so red that even a strawberry would be jealous.

"Uhh... you... your flank... it... uhh... it is quite... comfortable..."

He stuttered totally embarrassed. Then he crossed his eyes.

"What's that thing in front of my eyes?"

He put a hoof to his nose, then almost shrieked.

"Hoof?! Torrent, am I a pony?!"

I laughed at his obliviousness.

"Yea, you are, Noah.  And you are totally c..."

...ute...

‘Brain!

Stop it!

I don't have time for all this hormone stuff...’

"And I am what?"

He asked again.

"A...and you are totally... c...cool" , I stammered.

This time around he laughed at me, but then soon silenced when he tried to stand on the ground. Now I had the time to take in all his features. His coat was black, but to create a big contrast his mane and tail were a beautiful mix of yellow and blue. A galaxy shaped cutie mark adorned his flank, which I found to be eyeing a litle bit too much for my taste. His overall build was rather lean, but still quite muscular, more than I, that's for sure. Another thing I noticed was a pair of wings folded against his sides. Then my eyes wandered to his glorious blue eyes, that shone like pure sapphire. He raised an eyebrow as soon as he realized I was staring at him.

"You found something you like...?"

He teased me with his stupid sexy voice...

"You're good..."

I said grimly succsessfully putting my feelings aside.

"How did you do that with your voice?"

"Do what?"

He blinked. He seemed totally unknowing of what he had done, although...Maybe he didn't do anything with his voice. I shook mentally at that thought. It simply couldn't be me, no, nope, nada, never! I once again eyed the stallion...

"I know you. You're Solar Chaser. My latest friend. You came to Ponyville about one month ago."

Noah gripped his head with his hooves.

"Ooww... remembering hurts... but these sure are good memories we have together. All that fun. Especially when you caused the fun... ahhrrggh, my brain. These memories are a real pain to get. And these memories say that you are the funniest pony I ever met."

He was interrupted by a groaning pony.

"Hey, lovebirds when you're finished I wanna sleep again."

Sun Streak was terribly annoyed and tired. Figures that she was angry at us. Wait, what had she called us?

Lovebirds?

My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I protested.

"We're not lovers... It just turned out, we know each other, at least our pony-selves do."

Sun Streak wrinkled her nose.

"You can't hide the language of the body, Torrent. It is so obvious that you want to be more than friends with him."

"Stop it!"

I yelled.

"I'm a cool racer pegasus, I don't know of feelings such as love."

Had I looked back to Solar at this moment, I would have seen a disappointed face.

Sun Streak apparently didn't notice as well.

"Okay, girls... stop the fuss now. Torrent, let Sun sleep and get yourself ready."

Noah, now Solar commanded. With a casual "Roger!" and a salute I went for the bathroom.

Of course I hadn't thought about how my new physiology would affect the process of cleaning.

But first the pressing challenge of using the toilet. The most difficult task might be actually sitting on a bowl that is three fourths the height of you. I almost surrendered when I spotted a "pony-toilet" in the ground. Naturally I will spare you of the details of leaking when female.

The next step in personal hygiene as a pony is...

taking a shower.

With the whole body furred... and a long mane and tail...

Luckily I found some utensils that were perfect for that task, so apparently Sun had made them. With these tools showering was actually quite fun, although I had to use a whole bunch of, to me, unknown shampoo and styling creams. Torrent's mind was really helping, as she explained the function of each tool and shampoo to me.

After the procedure of cleaning myself was over, I dried myself with a bunch of towels, then brushed my mane and tail the way I and Torrent liked it most.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, my nose picked up an extremely delicious smell coming from the kitchen. I flapped my wings to get some feeling into them. Although these limbs were quite foreign to me, I could move them as if I were born with these babies. Technically I was.

Gosh... so confusing.

Better not think about it.

I followed the smell to the kitchen, where Sun Streak stood at a counter that looked like to be built for children. She had just pulled something out of the stove when she noticed my presence.

"You look so much nicer when freshly bathed. How are your wounds?"

"What wounds...?"

I smiled and gave her a wing hug.

"Without you, I'd definitely have some scars."

Whispering I added.

"And that would not look good on me."

Sun grinned.

"No it wouldn't. Could have lowered your chances with Solar."

In a blitz I separated from her and gave her the evil eye.

"Don't start with that again. There was no relationship with Solar in the past and there will be none in the future other than friends."

She just shrugged.

"If you insist..."

She balanced three very tasty smelling plates on her back and made her way to a ponysized table.

"Why only three?" I queried.

"Orin left this morning, without any trace"

She stated as if she had already expected it. Maybe I thought wrong of him. Maybe he still dislikes us, but is not liking the idea of violence. Maybe he told PAPA about us. So many possibilities, but there was one more important question:

"So... how the hay are we supposed to get to New York with nobody and only ponies? I mean, ponies can't drive cars, can they?"

Apparently Solar picked that part of the conversation up as he said:

"Not that I know of. But I have an idea. How about we go looking for another brony, who may help us out?"

He sat down on a soft pillow on the ground.

"Do you think someone would actually help us?"

Sun wondered sceptically with raised eyebrows and tilted head.

"Let us find out." He placed a laptop on the table and typed something.

"Bingo!"

He turned the laptop around and pointed at a facebook-message from a Brony called Tyler.

"He'll be here in an hour. Guys, let's pack!"

Quickly he finished his meal and went off to his room. I, however, relaxed on the sofa, after I had finished the amazing tasting meal.

Few minutes later, Solar and Sun came down with one saddlebag, each.

"You are well prepared, hmm?"

At that comment Solar blushed and rubbed the back of his head with a hoof.

"Yea. I kinda predicted, that I'd become a pony, too, after I found Sun on my doorstep."

This, of course got me hooked.

"You found Sun on your doorstep?"

"Yup. Like a dog in a box. Apparently her ex-husband decided to dispose of her in some way. So why not bringing her to a known-to-be Brony instead of killing or other things. Now, I guess, she has had enough of men, slash, stallions. Am I right?"

Sun's head bounced up and down like a bouncy ball.

"No stallions for me. I'm gonna be a single!"

Of course I didn't watch my own speech.

"That is horrible! I'm gonna have a stallion someday." , slipped out of my mouth.

"Haven't you told me, that you used to be a guy?"

"D...did I?"

Sun nodded. Solar's mouth stood agape though.

"But...you...Torrent....mare?"

He stuttered. I guess, I had to explain it someday.

"Yes, Solar... I used to be a guy...but well..."

I pointed with my hooves at myself.

"I'm a mare now. And I think, I can live with it, although when I look at you, strange feelings overcome me and I don't know what to do with them, but hey, I'll manage."

Still Solar stared at me intensely, then he went over to me and, to my utter surprise winghugged me. Feelings I never felt before got the best of me and I completely sunk into his warm embrace.

"Don't worry, Torry. If you ever need any help, just tell me. I'll be there for you."

That moment every single doubt I had, about being a pony and, especially, being a mare, melted away. A new life was about to begin, it finally had a real meaning. To enjoy it, to live it.

This was also the moment when I decided to write everything down, to let others know, how to live as a pegasus mare.