>Come to, sprawled out face-down on the beach
>Look up at the sky
>Sun doesn't seem to have moved
>Maybe out fifteen minutes?
>Sigh; let my face fall back down in the dirt
>Push myself up to a sitting position
>See my arms
>Blue as fuck
>Look at hands
>Blue as fuck
>Also hooves?
"Fucking heat stroke."
>Try to stand up
>Legs won't bend that way
>Fall over backward and land on butt, hitting back on nearby tree
"Dammit!"
>Not really hurt, but I think I hit something funny
>Can't quite tell what
>Turn around to check
>Fucking wings
>Blinking
>Blinking
"Shit."
>Look down
>EVERYTHING's blue
>Also, hooves
"Shit!"
>Get on four... legs, and look behind me, past my wings
>Yep.
>There's a tail past my ass and a globe on my... flank
"Shit!"
>Flap my wings a few times, trying to make them feel "right" before looking ahead and beginning to pace
"Shit. Mierda! Scheiße! Merde! Merda, cazzo... perkele!"
>Run out of exotic ways to tell myself I'm fucked
>At least my tongue still seems to be working
>Try to think things over
>Kind of ruled out heat stroke by this point, but still kind of hoping it's just in my head
>This should not, and can not, be happening
>No idea what to do, since it still seems like it is
>Decide to just go home
 
>Realize there's nearly a mile between me and my house
>Realize there's at least a quarter mile between me and my stuff
>Stuff relevant for pony?
>Plushie relevant to pony.
>Consider how to re-cross reservoir
>Swim?
>Not gonna doggie paddle all that way
>Take a boat?
>Never known shit about boats, and hooves wouldn't help me at all
>Walk across the dam?
>It's right there, but it's highly visible, and as far as I know, I'm a dirty blue pony.
>With wings.
"Hrm."
>Remember those flappy things on my back
>Decide to take wings for a test drive across the reservoir
 
>Turn toward the water, get a running start, flap my wings, and jump up in the air
>Splash down in the shallows
"Well, that didn't work."
>Flap wings dry and try again
>Run toward the water, flap my wings, and jump into the air
>Splash down in the shallows again
>Try to dry off before one last try
>Gallop toward the water
>Pump wings up, down; up, down
>Leap into air
>Flying
>Shit, this is fun
>Wait, I have no idea what I'm doing
>How the fuck do I steer this thi... myself?
>Heat rising off of reservoir
>Pushing me up higher
>Out of control
>Panic
 
>Crash into water
>Paddle to dock
>Wet, dripping pony
>Wings soaked, mane clumped over eyes
>Use a hoof to move my hair away
>Pick up my pack with my mouth
>Flying is hard
>Just gonna try walking home
 
>Make it back to my house uneventfully
>Realize I've left my front door open all this fucking time
"Whll, thht whs br'llynt."
>Beats trying to fumble with the garage keypad
>Drop my backpack for a minute to open the door with my mouth
>Think I just stuck a cobweb and a couple dozen dead gnats in there
"Fhkkhkng hyyt dhrrs."
>Kick the door shut, drop my bag, and look around
>Parents aren't home yet, and my sister's still gone
>Home alone
>With the cats
>Cat hiding under bench by my front door sees my swaying tail and pounces
"Ow! Stop that!"
>He may just be playing, but, damn, it hurts
>Try to keep my tail up out of his reach
>He jumps up on the bench, and then onto my back, from where he continues to attack his new "plaything"
>In no mood to play rodeo horse or chew toy for a cat
>Lean to one side, put down one wing and thwap the cat with the other
>Cat rolls off, and manages not to land on his feet
>Never has been too good at that
>Grab my pack, gallop up the front steps and down the hallway to my bedroom
>Get to my bedroom, close the door, sigh in relief
>The sound of pawing from the other side, accompanied by a "Mrow?"
"God damn it."
 
>Back to the door, take in my surroundings and try to figure out what to do next
>Unmade bed, idling computer, unsorted laundry
>A cat on the windowsill, basking in the sun
>Freeze
>Cat notices me, yawns, and goes back to napping
>Glad both cats aren't kittens
>Pick up my backpack and head over to my bed
>Shit, when did it get so big
>Climb onto my bed and lay down
>Time to work things out
"So, Victor. You're a pony. A filthy pegasus pony. You've turned into a pony, and you can fly."
>Struggle to open my backpack
"Everything you learned in physics and biology is now useless, or you're made of dark matter and probably... no, nothing makes sense!"
>What was I going to say, I caught a virus from outer space than came in on a meteor?
>There is no way I can convince myself I'm not living a B-movie or a nightmare
 
>Succeed in parting the zippers on my bag
>Pull out the brown-hared cotton stallion stashed inside
"You are a blue marshmallow pony. Fuck. Where does a pony even go?"
>A pawing sound continues from the other side of the bedroom door
"Cat's all over me here. And I can't exactly let the neighbors realize they're living next door to a horse. Think it's a zoning violation, anyway."
>Still hear the damn cat that wants to chase my tail
"Of course, they might make an exception if they realized I was potty tra... shit!"
>How the fuck am I going to go to the bathroom if I can't sit down right?
>Shit in the woods?
>I can't handle this
>Bury face in hooves
>Hug soft pony plush
>Cry