Title:           Striped and Out of Context pt. 1
Author:          DCfics
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First Edit:      Tuesday 27th of August 2013 03:12:26 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 27th of August 2013 03:12:26 PM CDT

>be me
>be living at my older brothers place because I'm a poorfag
>at least he doesn't make me pay rent
>my brother was a pretty cool guy most of the time
>he was a computer genius that work for a respectable company and made lots of dosh
>dat money
>my god, his entertainment den...
>I had still kind of wanted to get my own place though
>whatever, it doesn't matter anymore
 
>we were playing on his xbox when it happened
>(I still miss that 60" screen)
>I told him that having it in the front room in the house was a stupid idea
>his house was located at the end of the street
>a drunk had come racing down the road in his car
>something happened, he didn't make the turn
>we were both killed in the resulting demolition
>you'd think that that would be the end
>that we'd end up in the usual place of whatever belief
>you'd be wrong
 
>the earliest memory after that is of waking up in a weird crib
>It had looked like it was built out of twigs
>but it was structurally sound in a way that only modern art could achieve
>'that's odd'
>I took stock of my surroundings
>I seemed to be in a room of a sort of primitive building
>The floor was just grass, but there were makeshift carpets too
>at the side of the room were some hand carved shelves and a table
>interesting wall decorations
>It was like I was in some weird tribal hut
 
>I was greatly confused and distressed, to say the least
>one moment I was topping the leaderboards in Halo
>the other moment I'm waking up in a strange and -ly large bed
>what
>Feeling a disturbance in the bed, I looked over at a mound of moving sheets
>'awesome, so not only am I in a bed I've never been in before, but also with another person'
>'please don't be a guy'
>I crawled over to it and pulled the sheets back a bit
>well, shit
>I hope I don't get zebra aids
 
>a zebra
>I'm in bed with a fucking zebra
>it's a guy too
>ugh
 
>That's when I realized that not all was as it should be
>well, besides what I've said so far
 
>I couldn't feel my hands or feet
>my mouth feels weird
>why does it feel like I have more than the medically prescribed amount of hair
>I looked down at myself
>'HOLY FUCK, MY HANDS HAVE BEEN BURNT OFF!'
>Hyperventilating seemed like a very good idea at the time
>after nearly passing out due to oxygen inhalation, I find that I feel no pain
>why.png
>gingerly, I lift my, er... non-existent hands
> -inspect hans-
>"I do not recognize the term 'hans'"
>'damnit'
> -inspect hands-
>"you inspect your hands"
>"it seems as if your hands are gone, anon"
>'gee, thank you, brain; I could have never figured that out without you'
>"you are correct"
>Now that I have inspected my hands, I see that they were not burnt off
>I actually have black hooves
>'I cannot compute this. Brain, help me out here'
>"..."
>'Yeah, well, fuck you too, brain.'
>waitasecond
>I couldn't feel my feet either
>I look at my feet
>'HOLY FUCK, MY FEET HAVE BEEN BURNT OFF!'
> ~prompt pass_out.exe
 
>I must have been out for only a minute because nothing had changed
>The zebra is still asleep in my bed and I'm still having a crisis
 
>'Alright, now that that's out of the way; I must now find out why I am as I is.'
 
>To clarify, my feet weren't burnt off either; they were just black hooves too
>The reason I feel like I have more hair is because I do
>My hair, or should I say fur, covered my entirety in black and white stripes
>My actual hair, which is now a mohawk, is longer but is of the same type
>I have a bigger mouth that I swear is a muzzle
>And, in short, It seems obvious that I've become a Zuzzle
>wait, wa- I mean I'm a zebra
>I've been turned into a fucking zebra
>As for why I'm here, I don't have a clue
>Oh, and I have a tail too
 
>The other zebra shifted again, bringing my out of my thoughts
>So, I'm: a zebra, reasonably freaked out, located somewhere
>what now?
>'Meh, I'll just wake him up and get some answers.'
>it's not a plan, but it's a perfect plan
 
>I have to end up shaking him pretty hard, but I eventually bring him out of his slumber
>He just looks at me with these incredibly huge brown eyes
>Why is he just so gosh darned cute, like a newborn puppy-
>I mean
>he looked at me and uttered something that made so much sense, it almost cured cancer
 
>"Wat."
 
>Well, at least I presumed that he had said "wat"
>It came out more like a "AAaa"
"Hi."
>"AAaa?"
"Would you happen to know why I'm here?"
>"AAaa?"
"Is 'AAaa' all that you can say?"
>"..."
"..."
 
>'Ok, then; note to self: babies can't talk'
>'Now what?'
>that answer was questioned as an Adult zebra had just walked into the room
>"Did you have a good nap, my children?"
 
>'ok, it's a female deducting from it's voi-'
>'Wait.'
>'Children?'
>'As in plural?'
>seeing as I was the only other person in here, she must have meant me
>but she's not my mom and my mom isn't a zebra
>adding this to my list of mandatory questions to ask
 
>she walked over to the crib we were in and picked up the baby zebra
>she wrinkled her nose?
>...OH
>now that is a powerful smell, let me tell you
>"Oh, Amaranthus, you have made a stinky mess."
>"Let's get you cleaned up then, yes?"
 
>'Amaranthus, huh? That's an interesting name.'
>'I shall call you Amar; for it doesn't sound as lame.'
>'And also because I'm too lazy to remember it.'
>anywho
>where was I?
>oh, yes
>'why am I a zebra?'
"Why am I a zebra?"
 
>"I'll be over in a moment, Althaea."
 
>did she mean me?
>whatever, I'll figure this out on my own
>lets see, what's the last thing I remember?
>I was playing xbox with my brother
>there was a loud explosion
>then I'm here
>...
>explosion
>d-did I...
>am I dead?!
 
>I'm dead
>I'm DEAD
>I don't want to believe it
>but it's the only thing that makes sense
>so if I'm dead
>is this heaven?
>nah, I'd be having a pizza orgy if that was the case
>but it must be SOME sort of afterlife
>a reincarnation maybe?
>where I was reborn as a zebra
>...reborn
>that must mean that this zebra really is my mom then
 
>I'm not sure if I should be worried that I'm taking this as well as I am right now
 
>the zebr- erm...
>my... mom had finished taking care of Amar and had set him on the ground to wander
>"Alright, Althaea, time to get up."
>she picks me up out of the crib and sets me on the floor too
>we follow her to what I assume to be a dining room, probably for breakfast
 
>Althaea, huh?
>Why would she name me that?
>It sounds like a girl's name
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>'oh...'
>'OH NO'
>'NO, NOT THAT'
>'ANYTHING BUT THAT!'
>I try to check for sure, but I can't because I'm wearing a diaper
>'Ok, Al, calm down; maybe it doesn't mean it like that in zebra culture'
 
>My mom sets us down at a table with what looks to be oatmeal in two bowls
>Getting a spoon, she goes to feed me before Amar
>"Here you are, Althaea, ladies first."
 
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
 
 
 
>be a week later
>I still can't believe I'm a female
>but I've pretty much gotten used to being a zebra
>not having hands is a pain though
 
>everyday life so far is pretty simple
>wake up, eat breakfast, go outside and play
>the normal life of a child
>well, as normal as you can get as a zebra
 
>The country we live in is called Zebrica
>Yes, that's just 'Africa' with zebra pasted onto it
>Seriously, you walk outside and there's almost no obvious differences
>the little village of our residence doesn't really have a name, it's just 'our village'
>it's not that large, there's just a couple hundred of us
>and if I look outside, I can see the now familiar savanna landscape that surrounds us
 
>my mom brings my brother Amar and I to the local foal-sitters every other day so she can work without looking after us
>she owns a shop that sells the potions that she makes
>as a well experienced apothecary, she can create and sell medicine for almost any ailment out there
>and even some that are not for illnesses, if you know what I mean
 
>my dad works as one of the village guards who stay on the lookout for any predators that may attack
>luckily they aren't that common here, but it's still good to be prepared
 
>Amar and I were playing in the den with some neat wood-work toys when there was a knock on the door
>"Hello Zecora! Welcome back, it's been far too long."
 
>Oh, yeah; mom said that her sister was going to visit today
>she was also a herbalist who lived over in the pony lands
>the ponies don't get a lot of trade from the zebras so you can get a bunch of money that way
 
>"Ah, sister, It's good to see you too."
>"Of course I had to come when I heard the news."
>"You had given birth to a daughter AND a son."
>"Finally, after you had tried so hard and always had none."
 
>I also found out that zebras have a natural tendency to rhyme while they talk
>it doesn't mean that we can't talk normally, but it'll happen if you're not paying attention
 
>"Isn't it wonderful? I was beginning to think it was a lost cause."
>my mom talked to Zecora as she brought her to the room we were in
>as soon as I saw her, I knew she was trying for the 'mystically mysterious' vibe
>no one wears that many bracelets and neck rings if they don't have a fashion statement to show
>the ominous cloak wasn't helping either
 
>"This is Althaea and this is Amaranthus." My mom said, pointing to each of us in turn.
 
>"Such beautiful children you have."
>"Hello little ones, how are you today?"
 
>"AAaa."
"Hi Zecora."
>well, that's what I tried to say; but because I was a baby, I wasn't able to actually talk yet
>boy, it was embarrassing when I had finally figured out that anything I said wasn't exactly coherent
 
>"Let me get a good look at you two."
>she walked over and started examining us
>and with a smile she foreshadowed our entire lives in one fell swoop:
>"I can already tell right now, dear sister, that these two are destined to do great things."