Suddenly Sweetie Belle

Suddenly Sweetie Belle

By HarmoniousChaos

Chapter 1

Dawn Of The First Day

Awoken by the usual retro melody of the alarm on my phone, I roll over to face my desk. Sitting up a bit, I reach for it, but fall short and hit the bed.

‘Huh. That’s weird. Normally I reach too far,’ I shrug mentally, ‘Oh well.’

Scooting across my bed to grab the offending device, I notice something that I really should have earlier.

‘Ok, this is just too weird, I can’t feel my hands. Or feet, for that matter,’ Frowning in thought, my eyes adjust a little more to the darkness that coats my room, then grow wider in realisation, at a guess, ‘This… can’t be. I usually take up the whole bed, but now barely any.’

Franticly grabbing at the doona cover to shove it away, I’m greeted by the sight of a body I’m definitely not used to seeing from the inside.

“I-Impossible,” I say, in a noticeably higher and squeakier voice than usual, “Huh? That doesn’t sound normal. I should check something.”

Reaching an appendage up to my forehead quickly, I discover a few things. One, I don’t have hands anymore. Two, I have a freaking horn. And three, it hurts to hit the damn thing.

“Right,” I squeak in the most serious voice I can muster with my new vocal chords, “When I fell asleep last nigh- no, earlier this morning, I was a human. Now, I’m a unicorn, and a young one too. Hmm.”

The metaphorical gears in my head could probably be seen turning by anypony watching, trying their darndest to figure out what could have possibly happened. Then it hits me.

“There’s been a lot of hub-bub lately about people turning into ponies. Maybe that wasn’t as farfetched as I initially thought,” I pondered, still squeaking every so often, mostly when I hit higher sounds, “And, based on the proportions of my new body,” I try standing and wandering around on my bed, falling over every few steps before I get a good crisscrossing rhythm going, “And the increased pitch and frequency of squeaks, it seems most likely that I somehow became Sweetie Belle. Only one way to be certain though.”

I went to jump off my bed, but found myself caught in the sheets and smacked my muzzle on the metal frame before hitting the floor with a soft thud.

“Owowowowowowowowow. That hurts a lot more than it should. Dumb bed.” I mumble, clutching my sore muzzle with a hoof, releasing soon after to check for bleeding. Lucky for me though, no nosebleed has occurred.

My thoughts turn back to getting to a mirror, and, after untangling myself from the sheets, I walk right into the door of my room, getting my horn caught in it.

“Oh, come on!” I squeak loudly, before pulling myself from the door and trying to find a way to open it.

Normally, I’d just grab the doorknob and turn it to let myself out, but then again, being a unicorn that’s barely two feet tall isn’t what I’d count as normal. Of course, neither is most of anything to do with me, but I digress.

Wait.

Unicorn.

I facehoof for not remembering that unicorns can do magic. Focusing on my goal, I try to grasp the door handle in my magic. A good couple of minutes pass while I try this, and yet, nothin’.

Sighing loudly and giving up on that idea, I trot carefully over to my desk, wandering around the chair and pushing it towards the door. I then jumped back onto the bed, then the chair, which span as I landed.

Now that I had some form of elevation to reach the doorknob, I encountered a new problem. Opening it. I tried again to use magic, but still nothing happened. I scooted closer to the edge of the chair, reached out with a hoof, and gripped the doorknob.

“Yay!” I cheered as I turned the knob and pulled back on it, opening the door enough for me to be able to pry it open from the floor, before it hit the chair, the sudden impact of which sent me falling backwards.

Lemme tell you something. Falling from about a metre up like that really hurts, especially if you’re a unicorn filly. But anyway, I rolled over onto my hooves, pushing up onto them and trotting over to and, barely I might add, squeezing through the door.

‘Achievement unlocked: Open doors.’ I thought, slightly depressed that something as mundane as that had become an achievement for me.

Trotting excitedly into the bathroom, I encountered yet another problem. The mirror was up on top of a counter that was now at least twice my size. Sighing again, I climbed onto the edge of the bathtub, then onto the counter, where my new body could be seen in the mirror.

For a start, I did in fact have a white hide. My mane and tail were also pink and light purple. To round it all off, I had massive green eyes. For the most part, I was fairly calm about this, having guessed at it while figuring out how to walk again, but there was a small part of me that wanted to scream, just for the hell of it.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” I cried out for a good twenty seconds before having to clear my throat.

I did this a few more times before I ended up on the tiled floor in a fit of laughter. Yeah, it was the crazy sort of laugh, but that’s not important.

Calming down a while later, my throat felt really sore from the laughing and screaming.

“Ugh,” I squeaked, though it was more strained than usual, as I trotted out to the kitchen, “I need a fucking drink.”

I chuckled a little more at hearing Sweetie Belle’s voice say ‘fuck’. Yes, I am childish. What of it?

After struggling with getting a drink for the first time in a new body, during which I spilled soft drink on my coat, I went back to my room, carefully pressed the on button to my computer with my horn, jumped up onto the desk via my bed, picked up a pencil in my mouth so I could actually hit the keys properly and browsed the web for information. Specifically, whether or not this had happened to anypony else.

Turns out, a lot of other people had turned into ponies. I found videos and Facebook accounts for Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Zecora, Rainbow Dash and Shining Armor, among others. It seemed like they were all headed to New York, though the reason why was beyond me.

Making up my mind, I turned off the computer and started piling things that I might need for the journey I was about to undertake into the only bag I had that fit me anymore. For the most part, it was just some basic stuff, like my toothbrush and hairbrush, but there were some things that were less necessary, like the memory stick where I keep all of my writing work, my iPod and my custom built Magic deck. To top it off, I folded some clothes and placed them into my bag, throwing a jacket on for decency’s sake. I may be a pony now, but it felt weird to wander around naked all the time.

I made to trot out the door there and then, but my conscience pulled me back, at least until I’d written a small note for my family to let them know that I was fine and that they weren’t the reason I left.

Leaving the note on the kitchen table, I trotted out the back door for what felt like the last time. Before I made it to the gate, I could feel tears building in the corners of my eyes, but I couldn’t let that stop me, not when I might be needed in New York.

I galloped down to the nearest bus stop and plopped myself on the seat, just as the bus was approaching. Stepping onto the bus, I could feel the people at the front staring at me, like I was some kind of alien. I guess I was now, but I didn’t think that humans would be that bothered by it. I reach into one of the bag pockets before the bus driver stops me with a cough.

“There’s no need to pay. Ponies like you ride free on Fried-zucchini-day.”

I thanked the bus driver before making my way to an empty seat near the back, where I could reach the buzzer to get off, and sat down, with a little help from a kindly stranger. They were probably a Brony, but with the weirdness that’s been going on lately, I doubted it ever so slightly.

About ten minutes had passed on the bus, and I go off at the stop I was after. More trotting brought me to the front door of a friend’s house. She was a Brony, like myself, and probably the one person I trusted most.

Knocking on the door, I could hear someone call out “Just a moment!” and some footsteps approaching the door. On the other side of the door, stood the one person I knew could help me catch up with the Elements of Harmony and, hopefully, the other Cutie Mark Crusaders.

“Um,” I started, scratching the back of my head with a hoof, “Hey there Asha. I might need some help.”

“Uh…buh…wah…yah…buh,” Asha sputtered, probably struggling to comprehend the situation that presented itself, “The fuck?”

“I need your fucking help, damn it!” I started with an agitated sigh, but the stress of my day thus far ended it with a shout.

“Sweetie Belle?” Asha queried, lagging slightly behind.

“No. I’m fucking Scootaloo.” I deadpanned, not really in the mood for stupid questions.

That seemed to prove to her that it was me, or she just felt like letting me in. Either way, I had barely taken three steps inside before she grabbed me and rushed to the bathroom.

Turns out, she just wanted to clean me up a bit, not that I’m complaining. It was actually sort of nice, especially when she scratched behind my ears.

Throughout, I kept trying to explain why I needed her help, but couldn’t get a word in edge wise and pretty much gave up. After the washing and subsequent drying, I could finally talk without being interrupted, as we sat in some chairs in the main room.

“Right,” I began, “To business.”

“Hang on,” She says, holding a hand out as if to stop me from talking, “How can I be sure that you’re actually Jason?”

“Bleh.” I sigh, disbelieving that I still have to prove who I am and poking my tongue out while pulling a silly face.

“Ok, I believe you.”

“Good. Now then, I’m going to need your help.”

“Lemme guess, getting to New York?” She asks knowingly.

“How do you-” I started, but was cut off by a hand covering my muzzle.

“It’s been in the news since Monday. How Lauren Faust and Tara Strong turned into Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, respectively, and requested that anyone turned into one of the Elements of Harmony should head to New York. A lot of ponies are headed there though, not just the Elements.”

“Huh. Did not know that. Seriously, Lauren and Tara are Celestia and Luna? I thought they’d be Fausticorn and Twilight.”

“Nope.”

“So, what else happened?”

“Eh, not much. Rainbow Dash is travelling around America. Fluttershy, Rarity, Pinkie Pie and Applejack are still on their way to New York. That sort of stuff.”

“Right. Sounds interesting.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“So,” I start, unsure as to how to continue the topic at hand, or hoof, as it were, “Maybe I shouldn’t go to New York. But that brings up a new question; where the hell do I go?”