Suddenly Sweetie Belle

Chapter 4

Pillows, Princes And Pony Videos, Oh My!

“-dering around in your body?” I ask as I wake up, though it sounds garbled because I, somehow, have a pillow in my mouth.

Spitting the pillow out of my mouth, I glance around my room again, making sure everything is there. Despite the minimal amount of light that comes in through the window, I can easily see that everything is just as I left it. My parents call it a mess, but I like to think of it as organized chaos. Hearing a meow next to me startles me, but I calm down when I see it’s just Jess, the family cat.

“You don’t care that I’ve changed, do you meow-cat?” I ask demeaningly, to which she only responds by walking out of the room, presumably because she wants some food.

Stretching my legs, I hop up out of bed and trot into the kitchen about five seconds before my stomach rumbles.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re gettin’ some food,” I say, which seems to shut it up for long enough for me to encounter more problems.

All the food that I can find in the pantry and various cupboards seems like it wouldn’t be safe for ponies, or is too high for me to reach it, even when standing on a chair. The fridge doesn’t bode much better, because, while the old piece of crap has food in it that I can eat, it’s all in plastic containers that seem to be specifically designed to be impossible to open with hooves.

“Celestia damnit, I just want a fucking carrot!” I shout, which helps vent some frustration, “Is that too much to ask?”

In my frustration, I throw the container at the table, the impact of which opens it, much to my chagrin. Grumbling in annoyance, I trot over to the carrots and pick one up with my hoof, an action which prompts the thinking to go in high gear.

‘Why is this happening? Why to me? What have I done to deserve this? Who did this? What do they want?’ I think silently to myself, staring down at the carrot.

With tears forming in my eyes, which fell onto the carrot, my hoof and the floor, I felt my entire world crash down around me. I just don’t know what’s going on anymore. It just seems like nothing makes any sense anymore. Not even something as simple as the days of the week. It’s just so fucking frustrating. I can’t handle it anymore.

Shaking my head to clear away the depressing thoughts, I wipe any tears off the carrot and eat it. I don’t know if it’s me, or Sweetie becoming more present in my head, but the carrot kinda reminds me of Scoot.

*yawn*

Hearing that ghastly noise sends shivers up my spine, fearing what kind of beast sounds like that.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!” The beast screams, in a voice that I swear I’ve heard before, followed by a thud.

Wincing slightly, I cautiously approach the location of the beast, which just happens to be my room. Pushing the door open and poking my head in, I see a unicorn stallion, lying in a mess on the floor, some of the bed sheets draped over him. Searching for some give away as to which unicorn this is, I start scanning his body with my eyes.

His white coat clues me in as to who it is, as there aren’t many ponies with white coats, even on the show. Finding my eyes slowly making their way towards his flank, I shoot them across to a nearby wall.

‘Damnit brain,’ I think chidingly to myself, ‘You just had to go there, didn’t you?’

Getting no response, I sigh and turn back to the mysterious stallion, who had managed to untangle himself from the bed sheets and stand, even if it is a bit wobbly. Despite being slightly intimidated by the fact that he is quite a bit taller than I am, I notice a compass rose on his flank, though still chastising myself for looking.

Averting my gaze from his flank, I notice the wide-eyed state of shock that he appears to be in. This helps me a bit, because I’m no longer so intimidated by him that I can actually approach him.

“Wow,” I start giddily, bowing respectfully before continuing, “I never thought I’d get to meet Prince Blueblood.”

“Harrumph,” Blueblood began regally, sticking his nose in the air, “Well, as can be seen, met him you have, small child.”

“Since when did you become so full of shit?” I smirk evilly, which creeps Blueblood out, before he bursts into a fit of laughter.

“Ah,” Blueblood continues, regaining his composure, “That was too much. You know I can’t handle it when you do that. How’d you figure me out, anyways?”

“I didn’t,” I say nonchalantly, trotting across the room to grab my bag, slinging it over my back precariously, “Also, Asha, walking works in a criss-crossing pattern.”

Returning to the kitchen with Asha/Blueblood in tow, who fell over a few times, I began making preparations for my trek across the world. Laying a map out on the table, I grabbed a pen in my mouth and started drawing circles around particular cities and drawing lines between them to have some kind of rudimentary path to follow.

“Right,” I mumble around the pen, “My first stop is here,” I circle Melbourne a few more times for emphasis, “And I’d like to stop in New York,” More circles for New York, “But I reckon that it’s not much of a priority, so we can go to a whole bunch of other places first. Any questions?”

“Yeah,” Asha begins, “What d’you mean by ‘we’?”

“You don’t really think I’m going to leave you here on your own now that you’ve turned into a pony, do you?” I say inquisitively, spitting the pen out of my mouth.

That shut her up, so I continued with the plan, outlining a small group of cities that I’d like to go to before the Big Apple. Rolling up the map, I unzip my bag and put the map in, taking out a jacket to wear. The jacket did take a bit of fiddling, but I did eventually get it on, even if I had to lie on my back and get Asha to zip it up.

‘Damn it,’ I think to nopony in particular, ‘I really need to get my brain out of the gutter.’

‘What gutter?’ Sweetie thinks questioningly towards me, obviously unawares of the euphemism.

‘Metaphorical gutter, I’ll explain it when you’re older.’ I think back to her, before figuratively slapping a hoof to my forehead, ‘Hang on. How come I can hear you now?’

‘I don’t know.’ Sweetie thinks in my general direction, whatever that might be.

‘Lovely. Well, I should probably stop thinking in italics now.’ I think with a hint of boredom. Guessing from the silence, Sweetie has no idea what I’m thinking about, ‘I’ll tell you all about it when we get to talk properly again,’ I continue with a sigh, ‘But for now, I think this ought to be a satisfactory change in pace, or style, whichever, it doesn’t really matter.’

Returning from the rather unusual moment of introspection, I find Asha breathing a sigh of relief, as if something terrible had just happened. Shrugging and rolling over, I sling my bag over my back, trotting with forced grace over to Asha, jumping up onto his back and wrapping my forelegs around his neck.

“What do you think you’re doing back there?” Asha asks, turning his head round to face me.

“Doesn’t matter,” I say, kicking him in the side, “Now, onwards! To the nearest video camera!”

With a sigh and a shake of his head, Asha trotted out the back door, somehow locking it behind him, and the gate, locking it too, before accelerating into a full out gallop. I tried to wrap my hind legs around his barrel to stop myself from falling off while tightening my grip on his neck, which forced my muzzle into his crest.

Looking around, I could see lots of cars zooming past along the highway, the sight of which makes me thank my lucky stars that we were on a side road. Most of the people in the cars weren’t too bothered by the sight of Sweetie Belle latched onto Prince Blueblood, who was galloping like there was no tomorrow, which, knowing Discord, was entirely possible, while others were awestruck by the sight and others still appeared to be waving to us, though those ones were few and far between and it was mostly other ponies doing the waving.

Feeling Asha turn onto the highway so we could cross it, my hooves started slipping and no matter how much I tried to get them to stay, they’d just keep slipping. Hearing a loud screech, I turned to see that Asha had just been hit by a car and the impact of which had catapulted me a good fifty metres or so before I hit the ground, bouncing back up a bit, tearing some flesh and breaking bones on the road, screaming out in pain. I continued like that for a short while before I rolled to a stop, lifting a hoof to try and wipe some of the blood from my eyes.

Then everything went black.