Chapter 2: Pony Problems
"HOLY HOMICIDAL HORSERADISH! EDD'S A PONY!" Then he noticed himself and Matt.
"SWEET SOMERSAULTING SNAKES, WE'RE ALL PONIES!"
It was true. Edd was a forest-y green earth pony, still wearing his hoodie. His hair was the same style as when he was human for his mane and tail, all of theirs were. On his flank was a picture of a can of cola, with a paintbrush (still with green paint) crossing over it. Edd, completely confused, tried to inspect himself. He couldn't get a good enough look, of course. Matt, searching for a mirror, remembered that he always had one in his hoodie pocket. But that was of no use, since he had hooves instead of fingers! So he had to settle with trying to see himself like Edd did. Matt was a purple unicorn, with a ginger mane and tail. On his flank was a picture of the mirror he had in his pocket. Not quite sure how to feel about his new body, Matt pouted slightly. He missed his pretty human face, but decided he could bear this pony one for a while. Tom, on the other hand, was still drunk. The shock of seeing his friends as ponies had sobered him for a minute, but he'd slipped back into his usual drunk self. Tom was a dark blue pegasus. His mane and tail were the same shade of brownish as before, and his eyes were the same as always. His flank showed his flask, which was still around his neck and one shoulder, over his hoodie.
"How did this even happen?" Edd wondered aloud, sitting and inspecting his hooves.
"And how come Tom's a pegasus, Matt's a unicorn, and I'm stuck as a 'normal' pony? Why are we all these weird colors?" He gave himself a face-hoof.
"What am I thinking?! That contraption! MATT!" The earlier mentioned looked up from his inspection on his tail.
"Yeah, Edd?" Matt was kind of impatient to get back to his inspection. He thought he might have seen a split end.
"Where's the contraption thing?" Edd was obviously anxious about it, thinking it might be able to reverse what it did. After all, what else could have caused the ponification in the first place?
"What thing?" Tom heaved himself up from his position on the floor, and stood, swaying.
"Did I do drunk science again?"
"Yup."
"And it did this."
"Yup."
"So, where is it?" Matt had resumed his inspection, so he was startled when Edd conked him on the head. Apparently hooves hurt more than a normal hand would. Rubbing the back of his head, Matt glared at Edd, and looked around.
"Fine, fine. Let's see… I dropped it when the lights went out. No telling where it is now…" He shrugged. Edd, obviously wanting to strangle Matt but having no hands, settled for an angry growl. Tom just stood there, swaying with drunkness and lack of balance in this new body. Edd, who was closest to the couch, looked under to see if it slid under there. No luck. Sighing, he gave up.
"I guess we're ponies until we find it, and that's no looking likely. Any ideas?" Matt was also attempting to stand, and managed much better than Tom. Edd followed, not wanting to be the only one sitting. Then, at the same time, they all realized that none of them knew how to walk in these bodies. Tom couldn't have walked right if he was still human, so he just stood there. Matt, who wanted to get to the full size mirror in his room, decided he would try walking first. Unsurely, he lifted one leg and leaned forward. He somehow landed on his face, with his tail in the air and his horn stuck in the carpet. Edd rolled his eyes.
"Nice try. Guess I'm next." This time, he took a more instinctive approach. Instead of trying to go one foot at a time, Edd closed his eyes and exhaled. He opened his eyes. Then he started to walk. It was pretty easy, considering. Matt has gotten his horn untangled from the carpet, and was watching with interest and jealousy. Edd walked in a circle one way, then the other, until he had gotten all his motor skills under control.
"Well, that was fairly simple. Tom's turn!" He walked over to Tom, who was rocking dangerously as his head reeled. Hooray for being drunk… Edd poked Tom lightly in the side with a hoof, and Tom fell right over.
"I'll just… Lay down for a bit… Right here…" Soon, he was snoring again, sleeping off the alcohol. Edd looked over at Matt and they shared a shrug.
"Should we…?"
"Nah." Matt said.
"He'll be fine."
For the rest of the storm (which lasted about a hour), Edd tried to teach Matt how to walk. It was around ten when they stopped, though they had no way of knowing, since the clocks all stopped with the power out. Exhausted, they trudged to their beds. Edd barely had time to notice that, despite being a pony, his bed was the right size for him. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow.
