A/N: Here I am, trying my hand at MLP:FiM fanfiction. I haven't written many fanfics before but I do dabble in independent writing. So, here we are, staring at a glowing screen to see if this fic is worth the read. I've kept it under wraps for months but I've worked up the courage to post the prologue. It pains me to post something under 1,000 words but more is already written and ready. Without further ado, Dreaming Our Existence.
My heart beat violently against my chest. The throbbing raced up through me and invaded my brain. My body was wracked with aches. It was like I'd been stretched apart and squished up and moulded all over again. Not pleasant.
I heard people, but dimly. Not like I was passing out; it was more as if they were behind a wall or down a hallway. I wasn't sure if the people were speaking a coherent language. Or it was just me. My senses were slowly returning and with them came an unpleasantly wet feeling. I was...lying in a puddle. Of all the indignities!
The smell hit me last. It was sewer like. I couldn't help but scrunch up my nose at the odor. I didn't know where I was but it was not shaping up to be a desirable location.
Blink by blink, I opened my eyes. The world was still sideways but I could handle that for a bit. Across from me...was...a...dumpster. Lovely. I sighed. I thought I'd put my days of partying behind me. Though, in an alley was not the weirdest place I'd woken up in. The weirdest was a king sized bed with three other women. Another story for another time.
It took a few more minutes but I finally pushed myself into a sitting position. My body felt weird. Bigger. Bulkier. But smaller at the same time. My hoodie was soaking wet and for some reason I was swimming in it. Insert eye roll at accidental pun here. Seriously, though, it was coming over my hands, scrunching up majorly around my stomach and sagging a bit at my shoulders. I didn't even know if this was my hoodie anymore. It was big to begin with, but, hey. It was once my boyfriend's. Now, it was a faded threadbare druggie hoodie.
Once I tried to stand, I knew something was wrong. My pants pulled me down. I tried again but my pants were so loose and tangled that I fell over. Looking down, I noticed that maybe it also had to do with the fact that my Etnies were busting open since my hooves were too big. My...hooves. Hooves.
I kicked off my shoes and stared at my used-to-be-feet. The pounding in my head returned and set my heart on fire. I tried desperately to pull up my sleeves and look at my hands but I couldn't get the stupid things to work. Then it hit me. Those were more than likely also hooves.
I was screaming in my head quite freely. I couldn't get my mouth to make a sound. In truth, I was a bit afraid that my voice would come out as a bray. I shook my head and twitched an ear. I seriously twitched an ear. It flopped. Flopped.
Using my teeth (from a nose and mouth farther from my face than before), I finally pulled the sleeves up my arms. Or...forelegs. Yes, my once hands had become hooves. The fur was white as shadowy snow in sharp contrast to my dark blue hoodie. I stood up on all fours. My skinnies were clearly not meant for this body and pinched me in places I'd rather not be pinched. With great difficulty, I wriggled out of them and discarded the garments in a soon forgotten corner. Looking back now, I wish I'd seen the reaction of the next person in the alley finding a random pair of pants.
I nudged over a trash can and turned over the lid. Staring into the warped reflection of what should have been a twenty one year-old girl, a horrified pony stared back at me.
A/N: I suppose my thanks are in order. If you've reached this far, mind supporting me with a nice R&R? Tis greatly appreciated. Happy reading!
Word Count: 682
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic (c) Hasbro