>Your lessons resume as normal for the rest of the day.
>You drag your wimpy ass back home and quickly run upstairs.
>Well, despite your red eyes you'd say you look fine.
>Whatever, like you said it would probably return to normal by morning.
>You hop onto your battlestation and return to your usual browsing.
>You are also a pretty big music enthusiast.
>You tried to produce some of your own once, but it didn't work out.
>Activating your favourite playlist, you zone out for the rest of the evening.
>You only leave your room to raid the fridge.
>You don't feel like eating any meat after that sasuage earlier.
>You grab a simple salad instead and return to your cave.
 
>You feel a lot more tired than usual.
>You should probably get some sleep.
>You check the computer's clock, damn it's only 8PM.
>Sleep never hurt anybody right?
>You shutdown your computer and take off your uniform.
>You see several horizontal brown marks run across your lower body and back.
>Huh, you don't remember having these stretchmarks.
>Probably just growing a bit.
>You brush your teeth, and check your disgusting puberty beard.
>Stubbly, also strangely white in places.
>Seems like a good excuse to shave then.
>You grab your shaver and get to work.
>After lopping off much more than usual, you run your hand over your chin.
>Smooth as a baby's bottom.
>Not that you know what that feels like or anything.
>Your devilish red eyes are still there.
>They actually look pretty cool.
>You try to wrap your mind and remember what colour they were before.
>Green? Yeah that seems about right.
>Green was your favourite colour after all.
 
>You suddenly realize you've been standing there for at least five minutes.
>In your boxers.
>Suddenly feeling very exposed you jog back to your room.
>Turn out the lights.
>Leap into bed.
>Fall into a deep sleep.
 
>You're awake, at least you think you are.
>You slowly draw open your eyes, to be met by the blinding morning sun.
>This room seems oddly familiar.
>The bright colours and exagerated wooden fruniture make it seem like something from a childrens cartoon.
>You feel odd.
>Like your limbs have been severed at the joints, giving them an odd yet sensitive stubby feeling.
>You certainly don't remember your feet feeling like that.
>You can't even feel your fingers!
>Your hair feels long and silky.
>You look down at yourself to discover...
>You've turned into a small white pony.
>This is one fucked up dream.
>Must be Shaun messing with you.
>Fucking Shaun.
>The two toned electric blue mane which now obscures your vision is pushed away by your new hooves.
>This is so weird, must be a lucid dream!
>It feels so real!
>You feel your face, muzzle, big eyes, horn?
>Cool, you are a magical, legendary animal.
>You wonder if you can magic and shit.
 
>You decide to get a better look at yourself.
>You wrestle with your bed covers and drop to the wooden floor.
>The room itself is decorated in simple furniture and gentle colours.
>A lot brighter than your room for sure.
>You struggle to stand with your new limbs, but after a couple of tumbles you manage to stand up.
>You experiment with walking on four legs for several minutes, attempting to give yourself enough practice to make it to your bathroom.
>Each time your stumble you get more and more irritated!
>You should know how to do this! You are a pony after all!
"Damn it!'
>That is obviously not your voice.
>It's high pitched and feminine.
>Though it still holds some semblence to your English accent.
>You look down and notice the new hole placed between your legs.
>WELP
>It's only a dream, you can worry about your lack of manhood later.
 
>Eventually you manage to pick up a decent pace as you trot happily around your room.
>Despite your reduced size, everything seems perfectly scaled for you.
>Must be a pony house.
>Duh. You are a pony after all.
>You bound into the outside hallway and walk into the bathroom at the end.
>Pony bathroom, complete with small toilet and shower.
>You can't help but giggle.
>Ugh, way too girly for your liking.
>You shake those thoughts out of your mind and look into the large mirror placed at floor height.
>You are definately a unicorn, cool.
>You have an two tone electric blue mane.
>Your coat is a very pristine white.
>You have a musical note on one of your pony arse cheeks.
>What do they call those again? Flanks? Yeah that must be it.
>But what really catches your attention is your eyes...
>Your vibrant.
>Firey.
>Brilliant.
>Red.
>Eyes.
 
>You wake up with a gasp.
>You've broken out into a cold sweat.
>You have a searing headache.
>But worst of all, you're scared.
>What in hell was that dream about.
>The memory slowly leaks back to the front of your mind.
>Being a pony.
>The house.
>But worst of all, the eyes.
>You glance over to your clock, it's about time you woke up for school.
>Luckily it's Saturday.
>You quickly hop out of bed, only paying a passing notice to the aches that assault your body.
>You run back to the mirror.
>Of course they didn't get better.
 
>Those red eyes continue to taunt you.
>Several insane thories fly around your head.
>What if you're a demon!
>What if Shaun gave you a disease!
>What if you're turning into a pony!
>You spend several moments collecting your thoughts, before letting loose a nervous chuckle.
>What IS wrong with you? None of those are even possible.
>Maybe except Shaun giving you some weird disease.
>Fucking Shaun.
 
>Oh right, you were going to see a movie with Jack today.
>Those aches don't feel too great, but it shouldn't stop you from enjoying a movie.
>You throw on some of your last clean clothes.
>Do your daily routine.
>Jack should be showing up soon.
>About an hour later he finally arrives.
>He looks a bit shaken up.
"Hi."
>He looks at you apprehensively.
"What's wrong Jack?"
>"Dude I had the weirdest dream last night."
>No... He didn't?
"What was it about?"
>He suddenly looks very embarrassed.
>Oh god he did.
>You hesitate, fuck it.
"Did you dream about being a pony?"
>A look of astonishment overtakes his features.
>"Uhh... Yeah, how did you know that!"
"I kinda' had a similar dream too..."
>His face only becomes more cartoonish when he finally puts two and two together.
"Look, can we not worry 'bout it. We're gonna' be late for the bloody movie."
>His worry does little to aleviate your own.
>He nods solemnly before walking with you.
>You live pretty close to the centre of town, so it's not a long walk.
>The awkawrd silence that hangs in the air is what makes it feel long.
 
"Hey, do you have strange aches too?"
>He looks at you and sighs.
>"Yeah."
>Great, just great. Both of you have caught an unknown, possibly deadly illness.
>Okay maybe not deadly, you should stop getting ahead of yourself like that.
"Let's just forget it for now and enjoy the movie okay?"
>"Hey man you're the one bringing it up."
"Sorry, it's not like we have much else to talk about anyway."
>He looks at you with "that" face.
"Hey, you didn't die in your sleep did you?"
>He chuckles and the smile that you know and love returns to his face.
>"Whats to say I'm not a ghost?"
>You punch him in the arm.
>"OW! What was that for?"
"Just checking for ghosts that's all."
>He hits you back and you both share some much needed laughter.
>Goodbye tension.
>You both buy your tickets, some popcorn and grab some middle seats.
>The lights dim and you sit back to enjoy the movie.
 
>It is now 2 hours later.
>Damn those guys know how to make a good action movie.
>Those aches still haven't gone away though.
>You and Spits grab some food at one of the local cafes.
>You are discussing the plot holes in the movie.
>He dismisses it as "suspension of disbelief."
>He's probably right, it's only a dumb action movie.
>You decide to go crash at his house for a while, play some video games.
>You are both sat on his bed, playing some random side scrolling shooter.
>Suddenly a sharp pain assaults your legs.
>It doesn't hurt too bad, you've had worse.
>But Spits seems to be having the same problem.
"Ahhhhh fuck! What the hell?"
>"Dude what is this?"
>You are both clenching the effected parts of your legs.
>You fall backwards onto the bed, attemtping to lessen the pain.
>Spits attempts to take a stand, only to have his legs give out under him, sending him to the floor.
>The sounds of the still running game echoes in the background.
>Black blurs begin to edge themselves around your vision.
>They slowly creep into the centre of your eyes as the pain in your legs fades into nothing.
>Both you and Spits pass out at the same time.
 
>You wince as you once again find yourself in bed.
>Back to the house huh.
>Of course you've been ponified again.
>You sigh and trot out into the hall.
>While you're here you could at least freshen up.
>You enter the bathroom and look at the tiny sink.
>There's a blue toothbrush there along with some colgate tooth paste.
>The packaging is different though, having been changed to a strange blue theme.
>You reach out to grab the brush when you realize you have hooves.
>You are missing your precious hands already.
>You sit back on your haunches as you think of a way to grab it.
>You tap your hoof against your forehead until you meet a peculiar hard protrusion.
>Your horn! Maybe you could use magic.
>You look at the toothpaste and focus as much as possible.
>Your horn glows, but it doesn't seem to budge.
>Hmm. You image your human arms grabbing hold of it instead.
>It's a strange sensation.
>But it works, and the toothbrush slowly rises from it's cup.
>You use your other imaginary arm to grab the toothpaste and squeeze some onto it.
>Wow! This is suprisingly easy!
>The rest was a doddle! You quickly found yourself without anything to do again.
>Maybe you should try going outside?
>The blinding light flowing into the house made it really difficult to see.
>You enter some sort of living room, complete with tiny pony furniture.
>There is a kitchen to your left, but you don't really feel very hungry.
>You trot over to your comically sized front door and open it.
 
>Your eyes adjust to the bright sun, and you are met with sweeping fields of green.
>It's almost cartoonish in how bright and colourful it is.
>You trot outside, the sun beating down on you, warming you to the core.
>Damn that feels good.
>You appear to be in some sort of town.
>Dozens of other brightly coloured ponies go about their buisness.
>Each with their own unique arse marking.
>Luckily your retinas have not melted out of your skull yet.
>Most of them don't seem to notice you.
>Why would they? You're just another face in the crowd.
>You wonder if Spits is here too.
>He did have to same problem as you.
>You decide to explore your new surroundings and set off towards the centre of town.
>Several ponies greet you, you releuctantly return the favour.
>Everybody is so friendly here!
>You reach the town centre, and what looks like the city hall.
>You yawn, nothing interesting going on here.
>Man, for an entirley new world; it sure is boring.
>You scan around for ponies that remind you of Spits.
>You see an orange pony wearing a... stetson?
>Not the weirdst thing that's happened today.
>You approach her, she seems to be selling apples.
 
"Uhh. Excuse me."
>Jeeze that weirds you out, it isn't even your voice.
>"Well howdy there pardner'."
>Of course she has a texan accent, why not?
>Do ponies even have a Texas?
>Your thoughts are interrupted once again.
>"You lookin' to buy some of mah' apples?"
>You shake your head.
"Actually I'm just looking for a friend."
>"Well, what does she look like?"
>You think for a moment as to what he could have turned into.
"Uh. Bright orange eyes, orange hair? Goes by Spits."
>You hope thats enough to get you an answer.
>"Well, theres lot of people that could be..."
>She strokes her chin(?) with a hoof before pointing a hoof at you.
>"Wait Spits? Don't ya mean Spitfire? I heard about her! New arrival here in ponyville right?"
>You nod nervously.
"We're both new arrivals actually!"
>"Gosh darn really? Waht's your name?"
>Think fast Vinny, you need a name. something that won't arouse suspicion, you are a girl pony after all.
>V-ine, V-innette? V-inyl! Vinyl! Perfect, it fits with your arse mark too!
"My name is Vinyl, nice to meet you..."
>"Applejack! Welcome to ponyville!"
>Ponyville? Seriously? You can only imagine what horrifying horse puns wait you here.
"So uh, you seen Spits around here lately?"
>"I saw her go past towards the lake earlier."
"Which direction would that be in?"
>After AJ gives you directions, you wave her goodbye.
>She insists on holding a welcome party at some point.
>You don't like parties.
 
>You head out to the lake idley observing nature go by.
>Damn this place is pretty.
>You eventually come across an expanse of sparkling blue water.
>You spot a yellow pegasus laying under one of the trees by the beach.
>She has a bright orange mane and eyes.
>Yep, that's definately Spits.
>You approach her carefully before deciding to have some fun.
"HIYA SPITS!"
>She damn nearly jumps out of her fur, a girly scream following her upwards.
>Spits slowly floats back down to the ground as she takes a good look at you,
>"V-vinny?"
"Ugh, it's actually Vinyl now! You know, keeping up apperances and stuff."
>She slowly nods in understanding.
>You know what's coming.
"What the fuck is happening?"
>"How should I know? Now not only are our eye colours changing but now we're sharing dreams too!"
>You nudge her with a hoof.
"I dunno' Spitfire, you seem to be getting into it ."
>The glare that Spits gives you could kill a lesser man.
>You only smile sheepisly in response.
 
>"Very fucking funny Vinyl."
>She crosses her forearms across her chest and huffs loudly.
>Damn that's cute.
>Why the hell are you thinking that?
>You hope this isn't messing with your head too.
"Whatever, we have to wake up eventually."
>You plop your ass down next to Spits.
"So uh. How was your day?"
>"I've been learning how to fly! It's really cool!"
"Aww man you can fly! I can only use magic."
>You tap your horn a couple of times to emphesise your point.
>"It's one or the other buddy."
>She's right, you saw some ponies without either though. You wonder what makes them special.
"You have noticed this is based of a childrens cartoon show neither of us have watched right?"
>"Of course I have! Shaun wouldn't shut up about it yesterday."
>Your mind wanders back to what Shaun showed you yesterday.
>That picture seemed very strange.
>It was obviously fake, ponies don't exist!
>Maybe it had some sort of subliminal message in it?
>Does Shaun even realize?
>He probably does.
"Fucking Shaun."
>"I hear ya'."
 
>you sit there for at least half an hour, making small talk about your strange situation.
>You're not sure if this Spits is even real, but it's nice to have somep0ny to talk to.
>Wait.
>Somep0ny?
>You didn't mean to do that!
>Now you're replacing words with other words!
>You've probably gone insane.
>How nice.
>You both sit there in silence.
>suddenly a blinding light fills your eyes.
>You feel your body changing, a good kind of familiar.
>You close your eyes.
>Darkness.
 
>You slowly crack open your crusty eyes.
>It feels like you've been asleep for days.
>Theres a steady beeping next to you.
>OH SHIT!
>You both passed out in Spits' house!
>Those old aches and pains quickly return to haunt your tired body.
>You remember your adventures in ponyville.
>God that was weird.
>You look around, you eyes meet a heart moniter.
>Damn, you both got put in hospital.
>You don't feel much better though.
>A tall doctor enters the room.
>He approches you, checks your chart and sends something over his pager.
>"How are you feeling Vinny?"
>He walks around to the side of your bed listening intently.
"It feels like I went three rounds with the hulk."
>Oh god, what is wrong with your voice.
>It's raspy and dry, but above all else it sounds higher pitched, more female in tone.
>You were right!
>You are changing!
>The doctor doesn't seem to notice your inner termoil.
>"I'll get you some painkillers and a drink alright?"
>You nod quickly and he leaves the room.
>Theres a mirror to the left of you on the cupboard.
>Probably so you can look at yourself while you die.
>That's very morbid of you.
>Your usual pessimism isn't helping, you shove it to the back of your mind and grasp the small mirrior.
>Despite your fingers seemingly losing their ability to grasp properly you bring it to your face and get a good look at yourself.
>A few strands of electric blue hair trail down your face.
>The white hair from earlier has returned, only now you realize its significance.
>You are turning into a pony.