Woah, alright… okay… you know how when you cross your leg over the opposite one, and it slowly grows numb over time? Great, now imagine that feeling, all over your body. And then after a few moments, the blood rushes to you limbs at a breakneck speed, which felt awkwardly pleasing. Tickles too. I felt like a cinderblock, roughness included. The blackness around me voiced its opinion in the sound of bristles rubbing up against the bedsheets that covered me. Strange… I don't believe I recall falling asleep… I remember… touching the orb… and then… ah yes. The funny dream.
Have to admit, it looked real. Felt… real too… why didn't I wake up when I smacked against the barn though? Not to mention technically meeting a pony. Two actually now that I think about it. Eh. It'll make one hell of a story to tell Randy. Me. Flying? Absurd. Pushing those thoughts behind me, I tried focusing on waking up, seeing as how that was key in finding out what I was going to do next. God though, I must've spiked my soda with something… I wasn't supposed to feel like a bag of bricks.
I opened a singular eye, my bad one, surprised to find that a bright white light was trained on me. Closing it just as fast, I waited several moments before opening it again, the white light slowly dying into oblivion. I blinked a few times, slowly testing out my limbs, trying to get the blood flow back into place. My head came first, and surprisingly, after looking around, I immediately found that I wasn't in my dorm bedroom.
Like the light, everything about this room, was white. The bed itself and bedsheets matched with the tiled floor. The latter being put into squares with flakes of red and blue. In front of me were several chairs for those who needed be, could sit and wait for me to awake. And fearfully enough, I could glance at the door and make out a hospital number. I tried flexing my fingers, but due to the fact that I fell asleep on them, I lacked the dexterity and didn't even move them.
Need to remember not to pinch my arm off when asleep…
So… I fainted… and got a concussion. And because of that orb… that insatiable orb, I was hospitalized. I groaned and sat up, hearing various new cracks and rivets in my spine as I tried to make sense of what was happening. But first, I really needed to piss.
I glanced around, and found my destination, being that of the bathroom. I gripped the blanket numbly and swung my le-
… where are my legs?
I choked on my spit and gagged at the sight that I was pretty sure me. Instead of.. Legs… the thing all humans have that contains skin, a kneecap and the foot, were hind quarters. They, contained an irregular ball joint, fur, and at the end, was why my feet felt so numb. Hooves. They were a strange color and had fur trimmings that stopped short of the hoof itself.
My mouth hinged and unhinged as reached out to try and grasp the newfound appendage, but stopped short when I found out that my hands… now forearms were in the same situation. My eyes widened as I looked at my left arm, then threw my right up, crying out when I saw the same complexion.
Okay… come on now… jokes not funny anymore! My ears flicked in annoyance, and my th-…. Wait ears?! I sporatically brought m hooves up to the top of my head, my brain confirming the worst of possibilities.
As doing so, and the multitude of theories, My thoughts raced as something twitched on my side, and because of what was my obvious fear and nervous state, I whipped my head to the source and gapped at my….
…Wings…
As if they were alive, the appendages on my side slowly stretched out and flapped mutely. Holy…
They were… beautiful. Not angelic due to the color placement, but I could only stare in shock as I moved them around, the mere feeling coming natural. But I hissed aloud when my right wing cried out in pain. And I could see why. The top portion was bent in an awkward angle, feathers were ruffled, and I dare say I saw some holes, showing me that something dreadful had happened. And i bet myself ten cents on the most logical one.
Dreading the guess, I cringed and grunted as I carefully touched down onto the Hospital room floor. The sound my hooves… gods that is weird to say aloud… was a sullen clop, followed by a small scrape as my uneven footing caused me to wobble. Shit, hold on, don't fall forward, nonononononono!
THUD
Oh just… peachy. My pain was made apparent in groans as I awkwardly lifted myself into a push up position. My muzzle was flaring in pain, and on top of that, I had to piss. Even more so now. Nervous of someone who could've hear that, I quickly checked the door and listened for any sign of shuffling of… whoever was out there. Nothing.
Okay. So standing on two legs, or even one, was a definite No. So how about all four? With that in my mind, I crawled back to my bed, and abrasively hurried, it was now life or death. Life being me making it to the godly room in the corner, Death in the form of me pissing on the floor.
So I clasped the bed with newfound determination as I tore the bedsheets off on accident. But regardless, I was stable, already having three… hoofs on the ground. I was ready to get this done and find out just what in the heck was happening. Finding out that I was a quadraped was… nauseating enough… the wing addition is the only thing that kept me sane. So, Testing my weight, I could only nod in affirmation as I slowly took the last appendage from the mattress, placing it firmly on the floor.
Woah… steady… steady… and… there. Check off standing on all fours. Remind myself later to take classes in Stand up Comedy, because this isn't that funny.
Ba dum tss!
Shaking away the thoughts, I gulped nervously, eyeing the Restroom door with a cold sweat. I knew that I couldn't move my hooves in ordinance to that of the bipedal nature. And I don't think I could take another fall. One because it hurt, and two, its common sense that I couldn't stand with hindquarters mind you.
So with a tight expression, I tried to mimic the movements of placing my front right hoof forward, followed by the left and then the back ones. It was disorienting, because normally, I don't have four fucking legs. But strangely enough, it was like going up the stairs as a kid with your hands and feet. So amazingly, and with a toddler like gall, I wobbly made my way to the restroom door. Admittedly, I stumbled a few times, but I caught myself on the bed and continued.
I stopped in front of the wooden frame and tried to grasp the handle, but uh… hooves. Yeah. My hooves limply caused the handle to turn, but I could pull the door open. With a despaired sigh, I gave the door a sickening glare and chomped down on the handle this time, biting back the metallic coppery taste.
As I opened the door and cringed as it creaked, fully swinging wide, small theories and ranting of my paranoia kicked in. Why was I like this? What did I look like? I mean, I know the wings were a dead giveaway, followed by the hooves and the pointy…. Ears… I wanted to see what I was for myself.
Was it that orb? Because if so, I was thinking about finding that Dee character and ramming it down his little throat. Salty much? Indeed.
I was still in a fidget of pain as I stepped inside the outcove. Why couldn't I have had a more soft landing… Or actually, whoever crashed into me had taken a day off? With those egregious moments, I didn't notice that the lights above flickered to life and illuminated the porcelain throne I longed for and the sink. Above was the mirror, which was just about my neck height. But that could wait because I needed to…
Position myself… hold up, Do I just sit down? Don't wanna piss all over the seat now. Standing is kinda hard… do I just put Charleston up there? Erm, fuck it, standing is what I'm doing…Oh… that's awkward as fuck… don't look down, don't look dOWN OH MY GOD THAT'S MINE. I gulped hard and decided to just stare at the ceiling.
… Wow.
Much better… whew… alright! That was extremely awkward, and I am never, EVER, speaking of this moment again. I think I know what I am now, and Jiminy Christmas, I have concerns. Now I can finally get back to the task at, oops! Almost forgot to flush… heh… where was I?
Ah! The task at hand. My eyes instantly flew to my… hooves… yeah that phrase ain't exactly working in my favor now is it?
After hearing the water drain fully, I stepped over to the sink slowly, careful not to trip over the trash can and plunger. With an applied pressure to steady myself, I pushed myself upwards on the white appliance, my eyes trained on the mirror as a shape came into view.
My heart was racing and my eyes widened in shock, the visage before me mimicking the actions to a T. Before me, was a stallion. A familiar one at that. He had brown fur, a brown mane; consisting with blonde streaks here and there, with bright yellow irisis. One of them, being completely grey. Blinking, and watching as the imposter mirrored it back at me, I could only slump back to the floor in shock as I used my new appendages to feel my.. Muzzle.
The word Pony ridiculed inside my head.
The mirror gave me enough information on how I looked, having the obvious square jaw and huge eyes. My hair style… well mane style… was what I had regularly. Flipped to cover only a portion of my brow. Admittedly, I had to say, that this was… Crazy, didn't seem real and quite the brain fucker. But when I tried to say this was a dream, My wing would flare pain, reminding me of the present. God… I didn't even resemble a human now.
With enough decency to remember I just pissed, I clumsily brought my hooves up to the faucet and pressed down, the water spurting out and coating my newer additions with gleaming h2o. My brain sent messages to my hooves and tried telling them to cup the water. But gee, wonder what went wrong? I quickly dried them off by holding myself steady, wiping them on a nearby towel.
So I thought for a moment, to let whatever what was happing ride. If this was a lucid dream, I could just wake my… fetish up by slamming my face onto the floor. But hello? That already happened. Hopefully, I could find out what has occurred, fix it, beat the shit out of the one who caused it, and return to my daily life. Which in truth was how I dealed with most of my problems. But I was panicking a little bit because during my absence, and sudden appearance at this hospital, I had forgotten to turn the damn stove off.
I turned and made my way out of the restroom, quickly noticing that I wasn't as wobbly as before, meaning that I was getting used to four legs. Great. The conceded thought caused something heavy on my ass to bounce. Checking behind me, I sighed, that action becoming more frequent as this day moved along. Tail. Wonderful. Said appendage was the same color of my fur, and had a single streak of blonde in the middle. Thinking about it moving caused it to twitch, making my ears swivel in surprise as I realized I had full control over that appendage. I also noticed that it had an array of motions, up, down, left, right followed by R1 and fatality. Heh.. Ahem… right, right.
Quickly mastering the movements of my tail, I turned to face the room, and then looked at the bed, a few feathers coated the bare mattress and led to the bathroom. Looking at my own wings again, I noticed that several parts of it were loose and not that coordinated with one another.
But I shook that off, along with causing a few more feathers to fall and thought of a plan. So, I first laid out the facts. One, I was a.. Pony. A pegasus. Earlier, as to what in could remember, I crashed, the case in point and evidence clearly in my sore muscles and wing. Where I crashed, and at what point in time is a still mystery. But from the Vietnam like flashbacks, I went clean through the barn and bounced places.
What happened next… was a dumbfounder though. Did I really see the two other ponies? Respectively being Rainbow Dash and the Doctor? My heart fluttered momentarily at the urge of meeting the technicolor mare again.
No! Bad Gerald, pay attention!
Fine… fine… should I just leave? I mean, besides from my deformity of pony like nature, if I left would I be rounded to the nearest lab and dissected?
Look here! A new species! We call it the Pegasus! Cue quite literally in the scalpel and other tools, me dead on the operating table. Yeah no.
I made my way to the door, nervousness shown in the way my wings every so often twitched. The brown wooden gate looked intimidating this close, and from my point of view, which was close to the floor I might add, made it even more so. Daunted with the curiosity of what could be on the other side of the door, I took a step back, and breathed out.
Come on, its like ripping off a band aid… Ouch actually. Fur… eesh. That's like the ultimate body wax.
But move past that awful thought, because while I had gotten caught up inside of that stupid Envision, I missed the green aura that engulfed around the door handle. It turned the metal frame and made the locks on the door click open.
With that in mind, ask yourself, have you ever been interrupted? I mean, not verbally, but physically? Well, I wasn't prepared for the door to open while thinking. I was actually hoping to open it myself as per y'know, It spurs my mood and allows me to feel better about myself later on.
So when it indeed squeaked open, I had done two things, one being the utter and almost fact of coating the floor a nice brown, and two crying out in fear… the latter surprised me the most because of how deep my voice was. I hadn't tried speaking yet… huh…
Anyways, I surprised myself and the personage opening the door, me flying back ten feet and whoever had the door apparently bumped his/her head. Great. It's the government come to get me. Randy, even if you don't know and care where I am, don't you dare touch my fucking soda stash.
Cowering at the foot of the bed, I watched in a stillness as a familiar doctor came in, rubbing his… horn.
Oh good god it is true then…
The doctor sniffed and produced a small smile, "Howdy there son… nice to see ya again." His tan eyes gazed at me with concern, normal for a doctor to have. Stop being a bitch Gerald… come on.
I blinked at him, my confusion furthering increasing. He was a dull grey unicorn, his age clearly showing in voice and face. His muzzle showed an ever lighter shade of grey which matched his mane of a icy white. He was oddly wearing a doctoral outfit marked with a stethoscope hung around his neck… and that weird circle thing taped around his forehead.
I mean really, how would you respond to a talking horse, Or, pony, for my case? Oh hello sir, Uh.. Great to meet you? No… to simple… So instead, seeing as how that.. He was technically a doctor, and would want to help rather than hinder, I uh… waved.
But the Doc took it as a sign that I was friendly, "Oh so he moves? Excellent, when we first got to you," Said he as I wobbly stood, watching him circle to the side of the bed, "You had a broken wing and several lacerations. On top of that, I wouldn't have guessed it after surmising that you had concussion, but you didn't, and still don't."
For some reason, he and I shared a laugh. Okay… why am I laughing about that? After, I found the Doc to be less of a threat, I nodded slowly, "Thank you… for… y'know… Saving me.. I guess Mr?"
Doc stuck a hoof out, weird… must want a handshake… oh god dammit. Hoofshake…, "No need to thank me lad. Names Needle Point. And I didn't find you. I just helped you back to health. Haven't lost anypony yet, never plan to."
An astute vision I might say...wait, anypony? I shook his hoof nonetheless, allowing him to break away. While thinking about that, I failed to notice, again that Needle Point had come closer, viewing me behind a clipboard held in his green aura. But I snapped out of my stupor when Needle inquired,
"So lad, I apologize for asking, but you aren't on our records." He sighed through his nose, features on his muzzle slowly growing stern, "No name, we haven't seen your blood type and thus we have no idea where you are from. Not to mention, the fact that we already asked around Cloudsdale if anypony recognized you. Sad to say that nopony did. Could you, if its alright, explain?"
Oh my gawsh… Cloudsdale?! Well let's see… names Gerald. I'm AB+, and Fuck your personal questions Doc. But I couldn't just answer him like that. I definitely didn't want to figure out why he was called Needle Point. So I swallowed my pride, and decided to think up on the spot the most inconspicuous story I could,
"Well, I.. I'm not from around here… I come from a little ways always up north."
Needle scribbled several things down, raising a grey eyebrow, "From Everfree?" He whistled, but allowed me to continue,
"Yeah… Everfree… The name is Granite… my blood type… I actually don't know and…" I slowly faltered when the doctor had stopped scribbling when I mentioned my name.
Alright, fuck. I'm sorry that my name is ridiculous. But it's a nickname that I got from school since my accident with a pencil colliding with my eye,
"Its.. Just Granite? No last name?" Needle said with a grin. Thinking about it, I quickly chuckled, moving around to stretch my… Hooves, "Sorry…But… ponies.." hopefully he believe me, "Usually resort to calling me Granite."
Needle nodded while marking things down, poking his ink quill on the doctorial equipment and placing it inside his coat, "Alright that covers the basics. Later, we can get your blood, and I respectively would like to continue this, but I had originally came in here to see if you were awake. Luckily you were. And so, Granite, You are to be released soon because of sudden events."
I blinked, sudden events? What sudden events?
Needle smiled, "Your wing has healed faster than we originally thought. Normally Pegasi wings take about five to seven days to heal, most of the time, four days with magic. But the record I've seen… was about three. I dare say you've beaten the record by just two days. So you'll be flying in no time!"
I looked at him in shock, I WAS HERE FOR TWO DAYS?! My glossed eyes caused the elderly pony to snicker in his expense, "Oh do try not to look so surprised son, We get a lot of ponies in here daily, and because of so, Ponyville care has been known to release them just as quickly. I know you want to stay, but we need this room for more concerning matters."
Again. Ponyville. I gave him a thoughtful nod, "Ah… so I'm leaving when?"
Needle shrugged, placing the clipboard into a container hung on the wall, "Really? Anytime you want to. We've set your wing bone into place and applied some healing factors to your lacerations. Your fur was grown back quickly and you should trot out of here with nothing but a few bruises and a hurt wing for a day or two."
"Wow… uh.., okay? Do I have to pay you?" I asked not so hopefully. What happened thereafter caused me to question the Doctors sanity.
He laughed.
Not a normal, teehee, or Ohhoho. No it was more like a,
"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"
Yeah that. As I grew a slight frown at for how long Needle laughed, I simply waited, watching as his laugh died to a chuckle, "Oh boy, what would ever make you think that?"
I blinked and said, "Well you gotta pay for your equipment right?"
Needle Point shook his head, "Nope. Celestia and Luna help do that for us." Albeit my brony mind swam with questions at the mere mention of the two goddesses upon the mountain top, I gulped,
"Well I have to give you someth-" This time, I was verbally interrupted, "No. You don't. Your heart is in the right place, but no. Son, you were near dead when we found you. It takes work to make sure that everypony that comes in here, can trot right back out. Almost the whole staff does it too. Its like our motto. I can rest easy at night knowing I at least saved one soul from his/her expieriences."
Wow… right. Jeez, this care is like the French. Awesome. Didn't have any money on me anyway,
"Al..alright then."
Needle smiled and turned on hoof, making his way to the door with a slight spring in his step. But before he got there, I cleared my throat, trying and failing to grasp about,
"Doc… where am I?" Needle stopped and waited until I was finished. Afterwards, he turned while opening the door, a small smile gracing his features,
"Granite, welcome to Ponyville. You're outta here in ten minutes." He turned slightly allowing a clear view of his cutie mark.
O.o.O.o.O
I numbly walked away from the hospital I was cared for in. Literally, I had just woken up, and already was discharged from the ward. But I had to agree, the doctors did do a good job on helping me out while I was unconscious. I felt nothing other than a small pain in my newest appendages. Which I was still trying to get used to.
Now all I needed to do was figure out why, just in gods name why, am I a pony? My mind was racing with questions, but at the same time, I was in awe. This was just about every bronys dream. And here I was… living it in a nutshell.
But hey, at least the Hospital staff was nice enough to give me some stuff. It started with a leather saddlebag, and graduated to a few bits, some very snazzy yellow tinted sunglasses, kinda like my Vinyl ones back… home… black rimmed and shaded yellow. A strange color to match my eyes with, but they were tinted so that your eyes weren't able to be seen, (I wasted no time in putting those on), and finally, some sort of pass into Cloudsdale. I had to work on figuring out just where in hell that was.
Shouldn't be too hard though. It's a city made out of fucking clouds.
But the fact of that matter is, I was in Ponyville, Equestria. Well technically the outskirts. As a pegasus. The possibilities from here on out, were extraordinarily endless. Like, maybe I should see if I can find one of the mane six? That's Creepy. OH! I could try and fly! Wait… shit. Wings are kinda… messed up.
But either way, off to Ponyville. And due to my circumstance and the fact that my destination was far off, I always wanted to say this,
"HIGH HO GERALD! AWAY!"
Taking in the warm air, I reared on my back legs… and nearly fell on my ass in pain. Yeah, just gonna hold out on that there…
So, right now, I was heading east, based on the suns position and by the speed of the wind, plus the barometric pressure told me many things at that moment too, Like for one I had no idea where I was going. Call me a map and draw stuff on me, but without the proper guide, you have no idea where you're going.
Sure there was a trail, and yes I had followed it, but after a while, the trail divided into two directions. Shouldn't I be able to see Ponyville off in the distance anyways?
I tried to look off into the distance, spot any key landmarks from the show. Forest.. Forest.. Oh look! A tree.. Uh… is that Everfree? No no, that's just more forest. Damn.
After doing a pace in the fork in the rode, I saw one thing that got me to blink twice, a floating cloud. Heh, fuck you. Yes there were a bunch of floating clouds above me, but that one, was being pushed by something. And oddly enough, It was heading in the general direction towards Ponyville.… hopefully.
My curiosity getting the utter best of me, I decided to be smart for once and follow it. All the while, hearing the gravel crunch and churn beneath my new hooves. I had to think about this carefully though. What exactly was I going to do when I reached that town? I was practically running in there blind and in a sense, hoping too.
The first thing that came to mind, was Twilight Sparkle. She always knows what to do. Maybe she could help me… if the ponies there don't murder me first… Yeah. Remember the skirmish with the Barn and some other stores? That's another reason I have to head towards Ponyville.
To Repair the damage I had caused.
Glancing back up to the mobile cloud, I took in the shape, settling on the fact that it was a home. The apparent doors and cloud shaped windows were in plain sight, showing me through it all, on the other side was a… Rainbow Fountain? I trotted to the side and cocked my head, yep, that there was a Rainbow Fountain. And I was pretty sure there was only one pony who, owned a cloud house, had rainbows out the wazzoo decorated all over it, had a turtle floating around in the upstairs window, and was currently coming straight at me.
Wait brain, go over that again?
Owned a Cloud house, Had rainbows on it, turtle, Coming straight at you.
Mm… say the last one again.
Coming. Straight. At. You.
… Oh great. That's what I was afraid of.
