Author's note(s): This story started out as a mere experiment and was done in about 10 hours. It was mostly inspired by The Conversion Bureau fan fics. The premise of this fic was very simple: A human turns into a pony. No backstory, no explanation; just pony.

Most, if not all, fan fics dedicate a paragraph or two on the transformation and subsequent adjusting, but I decided to expand that into a short story. I wanted to detail the debilitating experience as accurately as I could imagine it to be, right down to the thoughts.
Disbelief, horror, joy, grief etc.

I chose first person narration because it was different, but I had a second reason as well. Third person would've made the character distant. With first person, there were no jumps to other viewpoints nor telling of events the character had no knowledge of.
First person makes the story more personal. We aren't only watching what the character does from their viewpoint, we are also aware of their thoughts just as they are. An authentic, unedited, direct feed without any input by a third party. Raw video, so to speak.
Sorry, I digress.

The short story, in my opinion, didn't even scratch the surface, so I continued it with a second chapter soon after. Once I had an idea where to go with the story, I wrote chapter three.

I must apologize for my English though. I've utlizied two dictionaries and one translator to compensate for my deficiency. Big thanks goes to Sebiale for proofreading, editing and a whole lot of help in general :)

I wish you enjoy this story as much as I did producing it, and I hope it inspires other authors as well!

First Pony View

A My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic fan fic

By Suomibrony

Chapter 1.

Pony In The Mirror

I was brought out from sleep against my own accord. I felt numb. Although sometimes I'd wake up and have a numb arm, this was different; my fingers and toes were insensible. I opened my eyes and pulled my hand up to my face. The room was dark, but I saw the faint outline of an unfamiliar appendage. Before I knew it I had tumbled off my bed in a jittery panic and I was lying down on my left side.

I immediately tried to get up, but my legs and arms refused to behave like they were supposed to. All I could do was to stare fearfully into the near-complete darkness. Soon my senses started to tell me more about my own body. No fingers, no toes, a furry hide, pointy ears, and hair along my neck. Then I flicked a muscle that was at the end of my back. In disbelief, I did it again. My mind was quick to inform me that it was a tail.

I lay motionless for minutes in complete dismay, the odd sensation of my form disquieting me. Every move I made reminded me of what I had become. Every thought in my head revolved around the same questions: 'how?' and 'why?'

I frantically conjured an answer: lucid dreaming. It was the only explanation that made sense. A normal dream was a movie and a lucid dream was a video game. With that concept in my mind, my apprehension diminished and I became a tad happy, despite my condition. I was in a dream that was under my control. Maybe I wouldn't have called it a dream come true, but the possibility to experience myself as something non-human fascinated me.

I tugged and stretched my limbs, getting a feel for how they worked. After a brief moment of trying to pinch the correct nerve in my head, I successfully turned one ear. The other ear was wedged between my head and the floor and protested my command by sending me a flinch-worthy signal of minor discomfort. I had already discovered the proper muscle to control my tail, and I exercised it a few times in order to familiarize myself with it. Also, from what I could tell from lying totally flat on my left side, and contrary to my belief, my coat wasn't rough, but soft, like I was enveloped in a hairy but smooth fabric.
Mulling over my new shape, and knowing what I was infatuated with, I made an assumption that I hoped was correct.

Not aware of how soon I'd wake up, I decided to act. I pulled my left foreleg and bent my back so that I could place the limb underneath me. It did not quite go as planned and I slipped back onto my side. Trying a different approach, I folded my legs and rolled to a lying posture. Carefully, yet steadily, I extended my forelegs in harmony, aligning my hooves to the floor as I levered myself to a sitting stance.

Although I couldn't see my hind legs, I was aware they were level on the floor on either side of me. I knew the posture I held was natural for a stallion pony; however, considering what I had been, the nerve signals from all four appendages were confusing me.

Coming up onto all fours was trouble-free, albeit I found myself nervous and unsteady on my legs. While waiting for my nerves to settle, I mused at the odd sensation of standing on hooves: it was almost as if I was hovering, but still touching the floor. I gently dragged a hoof and felt the weak friction hinder its movement. My mind tried to make sense of the feeling, but only became more perplexed.

The only visible light came from the sun beyond my almost-sealed window, but a wall-mounted lamp that was above my bed tempted me. I contemplated briefly how to place myself perpendicular to the soft plateau to the left.

I decided to take it slowly, lifting one leg at a time to turn myself. When my back refused to curve, it dawned to me I had only moved my forelegs. Taking another moment to focus, I trepidly sidestepped with my hind legs to the right until my back was straight again. With that checkpoint passed, I congratulated myself with a smile and braced myself for the next stage.

With my right forehoof on the bed, I pressed down to test how far the mattress would budge, then quickly raised my left foreleg onto it as well. Only then did I realize I'd have to somehow jump the rest of myself onto the bed as well.

Alarms rang in my head as I was in a situation I didn't quite know how to solve. I dared not back away, as I wasn't sure how to do so without stumbling into a slump. Since I believed pain would end my lucid dream, my foremost worry was to avoid harming myself. Following a moment of decision making, I presumed I could push myself up onto the mattress.

I slid my forelegs forwards until they were level on the mattress and my chest and barrel rested on the fabric.
Pushing myself with my hind legs, I glided across the bed until I came to a halt when my forehooves touched the wall. The light switch was so close, yet so far. If I had my real form it could've been accomplished in a second. By now several minutes had been wasted and I was only halfway there.

I tried to lift my hind leg up onto the bed, but it refused to behave like a human leg. I wasn't exactly sure how equine anatomy worked, but whatever I thought was my knee didn't want to land on the bed. I felt humiliated and defeated.

Realizing that I couldn't pull myself up to the bed, I was left with two options: To jump up onto the bed, or attempt to wobble in the darkness to the ceiling-lamp switch. Of course, said switch was by the door. Both seemed impossible to reach, but I had no other alternatives.
Opting for the closer goal, I constructed a sequence in my head.

I'd coil my hind legs and launch my back end off the floor, then immediately twist my body sideways and pull up my hind legs. Simultaneously, I'd do my best to draw my forelegs to a vertical stance and elevate myself into the air. It would not be graceful, but I'd be one step closer to my goal. I rehearsed the plan a couple of times in my mind and silently counted down to three.
It was all over in a second and I was back where I started. Namely, in my bed.

I was quickly able to decipher I was on my left side. My flank was resting on the haphazardly folded blanket I had kicked off myself during my initial scrambling. Rising up onto my hooves would prove to be difficult, I surmised, as the bed was soft and would be a less stable support for me than the solid floor. However, now I faced another problem.

I had to actually touch the switch to turn on the lamp. With hands it'd be easy to run my fingers along the cord and locate the switch, but I obviously couldn't do that. My alternatives were to either fumble for it with my hoof, or my mouth. I oriented myself to a prone position, but knowing how unreliable the bed was as a stable surface I was unwilling to stand up. With my head placed against the wall, I began to shunt myself forwards with my hind legs. It was strange to have my own fur tickle the side of my head, as it was very unlike the prickly stubble I was used to. Before I could delve deeper into studying the differences, however, my cheek met the elusive cord.

I clamped my teeth on the bitter-flavored plastic cord and began my search for the switch. Bliss coursed in my veins when I found the little protruding part that would bring forth illumination to the dimmed dreamscape.

As a precaution, I closed my eyes to shield my vision from the soon to come brightness. With the piece of plastic in my teeth, I dropped my head gently and felt the switch obey me. My eyes opened a few seconds later and I released the cord to examine myself.

I had a plain white coat, but as I twitched the muscle at my croup, I became miffed when I saw the twin line of bright pink that adorned my bronze-brown tail.
As much as I tried to concentrate on visualizing another color in its place, they remained pink. This obviously meant I had the same color in my mane. Although I was grateful for being self-aware in a dream, I filed a nasty complaint at my subconscious for the poor color choice.

I dismissed the embarrassing and prominent fact of my hair colors and began to think on what to do next. Reaching the bed had been a time-consuming mission, but I wasn't about to stay there and call it a day. Traces of the cord's taste still lingered in my mouth as I planned how to get off my bed and back onto the floor, although the mere thought made me nervous.

Exercising the utmost care, I shifted in my bed to bring my forelegs to the edge of the mattress. My forelegs slipped over the soft cliff and down onto the floor and my weight transferred to my forehooves. Realizing it might not be so hard to get out of the bed after all, my nervousness decreased to a minor alertness. Little by little, I started to pull myself from the furniture.

Following a few more seconds of observing my hind legs slide off the bed and come down onto the floor individually, I was again on all four hooves.

With the room lit in a beige light, it was strange to see it from the height of about one meter. I felt short, like a child with four, hooved legs and a tail. I scanned my humble bedroom in mild bewilderment.

Behind me was the bed and in front of me was my black armchair, facing to the left. In front of the chair and placed up against the blinded window was a brown, wooden desk with a big LCD television on it. The wall opposite me was lined with white cabinets. Opposite of the window was the exit door. On the right of that door was a basic bureau with assorted papers, magazines and cables messily scattered over it. Looking back at the desk, I saw the old office chair and my brand new laptop perpendicular to the TV.

I was already contemplating my next objective when a strange thought occurred to me: This dream was unusually real. I saw details around the room that matched exactly how it had been the last evening. The pile of games on the desk, the carelessly thrown magazine on the bureau and my clothes on the armchair's backrest.
Nothing was out of place.

I lifted a hoof and stomped the floor, producing a muted thud. My brows arched in thought as I noticed I was able to feel the minor sensation of the impact. It was not pain, but a slight discomfort. 'How convincing can a dream be?' I pondered, recalling several normal dreams that had fooled me into taking their surreal absurdity for granted.

With a new awareness for my realm, I kept myself vigilant for any traces of my subconscious trying to trick me. I was a detective on the hunt to expose all the forgeries and errors in the vivid dreamscape.

To reach the door would most likely be an easier task than my last mission; all I had to do was to master my quadrupedal form. As I glanced back at my hind legs, I stopped to stare at my flank. How I'd failed to pay attention until now was lost to me. Regardless, I was disappointed when I saw no mark at all, though I soon smirked at myself.
'Blank flank,' I said in my mind.

I set out to reach the portal to the hallway beyond my room, but walking on four hooves proved to be much more difficult than I had anticipated, and I struggled to keep my balance. Even a crippled starfish could have outpaced me, but I kept on tottering resolutely until my face met the door.

I put my teeth on the handle and tilted my head until I heard the latch clack, then pulled my head back and the door opened unceremoniously. Alas, my celebration was short-lived as I had failed to take into account my proximity to the tall rectangle and I was now an obstruction in its opening path. Swallowing my steel-flavored saliva, I looked over at my trailing end and watched as it retreated. My forelegs however forgot themselves and I became occupied by trying to rouse them into action. Then one of my hind legs slipped and my stability began to falter. I nearly panicked and just when I thought I'd fall, I regained my balance.

If I had collapsed, I would've most likely injured myself and brought my unique dream to an end. I screwed my eyes shut for a second and wordlessly chided myself. At least the door was now slightly ajar, presenting me a new opportunity beyond.

With a nudge of my muzzle, the door gently swung open and the handle bumped the wall with a dull thud. Immediately I set my eyes on the next goal: the bathroom door opposite my bedroom.
It was another door I'd have to pull open, although I was now wiser from my recent hurdle and possessed a great confidence that I'd solve this puzzle with flying colors.

The trip to the door was short but not without a few missteps, though I was getting the hang of my four-hoof drive configuration. The purpose for achieving entrance to the bathroom was simple. As I was already aware of my general appearance, I desired to get a good look at myself via mirror. The only mirror in my humble apartment was beyond the very door I stared at.

Another taste of steel later and the door was open. I was now skilled enough not to repeat my last mistake and felt outright proud as I reversed from the door without incident. My forelegs stepped over the small threshold to the bathroom and my head swung to the left to nudge a switch. The lamps flickered indecisively for a second before they agreed to produce their fluorescence.

It was a small bathroom, walled and floored in white tile, with a toilet and sink. There was a shower along the left wall and on the right was a washing machine.

Finishing my cursory glance of the familiar space, I realized the floor, while not terribly grimy, was specked with snaking smudges. I looked down at my hooves and imagined all the kinds of residue that would adhere to them and eventually find their way into my food. As quick as I was to grimace, I was just as quick to discard the thought since I assumed I wouldn't have to eat during my dream.

Above the sink was the mirror, although from my current location I was unable to catch my own reflection. As I was planning how to place my forelegs on the sink and crane my neck to peer at myself, a small nagging thought that had remained at the back of my head strode forth.

It told me something ridiculous, something that I wanted to scoff at and shoo away, but it was insistent and soon it twisted my confident smile into a concerned frown. I cast my eyes at my tail and it flashed its bronze and bright pink back at me. I turned my head away from the sight and a chill traveled up my spine.

Hesitantly, I conjured a sentence and delivered it to my vocal chords, the air in my lungs nabbing it as the sentence was granted permission to leave.

"I am having a lucid dream."

Immediately a strange feeling of nervousness emerged in me and moisture seeped onto my skin. As great fun as a lucid dream can be, this was already the second issue that irked me. I concentrated my mind on altering the imaginary reality and sent another wave of air through my mouth.

"I am not-"

I stopped mid-sentence as I realized the statement would be a lie. A mere moment ago I was eager to see my own mirror image, but now I'd come to resent the thought. I silently cursed at my own subconscious for dropping a joke like this on me. Or rather, in me.

I retreated back out to the hallway and unthinkingly lowered myself to a sitting position. I glowered at the far wall of the bathroom for no cause but to have a target for my eyes while my mind seethed turbulently.

The thought that had been quiet and only now told me an unpleasant fact stood inside my mind, a smug expression on its hypothetical visage.
I brought a hoof to my forehead and I grimaced, eliciting an aggravated groan from me that did not help me overcome the issue with myself.

However, considering I was in a finite dream that could end at any second, I did my best to relax rather than waste precious time on furious idling. Gathering some courage and tranquility, I decided to valiantly continue my quest.

A few timid but determined steps later, I was at the sink. The mirror above it was mocking me with its mere presence; I gave it a stern stare in hopes of scaring it into submission. I lunged up at the sink and slammed my forelegs on top of the sink edges.

Glaring at the steel and pale porcelain, the last of my reservations slowly spiraled into the drain. Putting on the most daunting expression I could muster, I confronted the reflective glass.

Below the messy forelock of bronze and pink surrounding a jutting keratin spire, a pair of green eyes on a white canvas gave an intimidating stare that affected me none.

For a moment we were interlocked in a silent but eventless battle.

"Oh, really funny, ha-ha!" The unicorn eventually taunted me, causing me to wince. My eyes screwed shut and my lips withdrew to expose my teeth, though I soon reopened my eyes to see my opponent had a mutual expression.

An inexplicable sensation of defeat and acceptance sunk into me and my rival appeared to resign with a sigh.

"I guess it has to be like this then," she said dejectedly. Sadly, I had to concur.