The Man Inside the Colt

Chapter 1: Awkward Awakening

You ever wake one day, staring into the most amazing blue eyes you've ever seen. And having those same pair of eyes attached to a luscious body, that was threatening to unravel from the scantly clad bathrobe.

Then the same person parts your hair leaning in closer, so you could look down those massive melons as her teats scrape against your body. As she leans in, your hearts starts beating thinking of the inevitable thing that was going to happen. You close your eyes not ready for whatever she was going to do, only to feel her forehead pressing against yours.

"It doesn't look like you have fever," she said, as you start opening your eyes to see her leaning back. Her hand slowly moves down your blanketed chest, "Are alright...son."

With that single word uttered your entire wold was shattered. Only to have it escalate, as her hand graces your massive erection. You watch as her eyes shrink, and her head slowly tilts towards your member, threatening to poke through the sheets.

At that very point in time, I didn't know wether to bury myself back in bed, or run out screaming and hollering.

By the time blood rushed to her cheeks at the awkwardness of the moment, of a mother finding their son's cock in the air. Some form of enlightenment hit me, because in the light of the morning sun, I saw a pony.

Then I fainted.

That was a week ago, I think, and let me tell you, waking up from a bad dream was one thing, having to actually live that dream is another.

When I awoke the same day, I thought that horrible dream was over only to find brown fuzzy hand rubbing against my eyes. I was hyperventilating, and I would have passed out if not for the voice of the woman or mare in this case, calling for me or better yet the person that is me.

I swallowed what ever fear I had mustered, and slowly got up from bed. Parting the sheets I looked down. I was wearing a simple green tank top, and as my eyes trailed further down the grey sweat pants, I noticed the most horrifying sight.

My legs! My f*ing legs were replaced by horse's legs, ending with two of the most dirt brown colored hooves. I started to cry, as the person inside me screamed 'where the fuck are my bloody feet'. I grabbed hold of the blanket, happy that I still had my hands, and started chewing on the soft horse tasting piece of cloth.

Apparently my sobbing was loud enough to be heard by faux mother. The sound of hooves hitting wooden floors echoed around my room, as the beautiful, woman, mare thing came into the room.

The door was pushed open and it almost flew off it's hinges, if not for the oddly large ball on the side. There standing in the doorway with a worried look was the same woman that I saw in the morning.

She rushed towards my bed, hugging and cradling me. My face shoved into her soft mounds as her presence lolled me into a state of serenity.

"There. There," She whispered into my ear, my tears soaking her coat, "it's alright...your home sweetie."

Silence engulfed the room, as she held me into her arms.

Sadly it was all ended by my sudden question, "Um."

I pushed away from her mind numbing bosoms. I stared into those hypnotizing blue eyes and that mothering smile.

I gulped down whatever moisture was in my mouth, trying my best to calm myself. For my heart was slamming against my rib cage, and my ears were paying the price.

"Um." I repeated for what felt like the thousandth time, "W-wha...who are you?"

My question must have caught her off guard, because I could have sworn a tear was forming under her eyes.

She caught herself, and returned a question of her own, "Do you...do you know who you are?"

I was about to answer, but I stopped myself before I told her. How could I tell her that I wasn't her child, that I was a thirty year old programmer that was somehow stuck in this body. I don't think I could live with myself, if I made this person cry, for someone that wasn't me.

I shook my head, "N-no."

She sighed and pulled me into a hug, whispering, "I was afraid of this...the doctors said this would happen."

I felt something wet dropping on my head and the smell of smoke.

"U-um...what's that smell," I asked, she broke the embrace sniffing the air.

Her giant cartoony eyes shrank, as she bolted up screaming, "I left the stove on!"

I sighed, finally able to breath from the captivity of her soft chest. I looked down at my rising member and shook my head.

"She's your mother," I repeated under my breath, until it went limp again.

I heard the woman....mare call my name, with orders to come down. Taking a deep breath, I scootch to the side of the bed, my new legs dangling on the side. I held onto the frame, and with eyes shut I took my first step.

One of many in this odd new world.

"Woah...son of a," I cursed as I fell to the ground.

It's been a few days now and my bandaged head, not from the fall but from the apparent accident, continued to hurt. Who knew a magical discharge from a baby unicorn could do so much damage. Magic, natures natural selector.

Anyways, my apparent mother and I are sitting in the doctors office waiting for my new results to come. By this time I got used to my new body.

The increase energy and the fact that magic existed and is inside all of use, distracted me with the apparent problem at hand. How to get my ass home, or better yet my body. I have been craving for a shot of whisky or some shit to get rid of this annoying headache.

I would go jack off, but my new black member and helicopter mom, kinda kept me from doing any of that. Apparently a fall warrants for twenty-four hour surveillance.

Yup, 'mare', oh how low I've fallen into this worlds use of 'man or woman'.

I hear the door open and my mother or better yet Ms. Mash, I think it's miss and not missus, haven't even met the guy that dumped his half of the burden yet. She dropped the magazine she was reading and greeted the doctor.

"Hello Ms. Pin," she said, shaking her hand.

"Good to to see you Ms. Mash," Pin said, shaking her hand as her horn glowed, levitating a clipboard around her, "I see that young Button is doing better today."

I nodded my head, watching her place a stethoscope in her ears. She bends down giving me a full view of her exposed cleavage. These mare's have no shame what so ever.

"Please lift your shirt up," She ordered, with that practiced smile of hers. I obeyed, feeling the cold instrument on my chest.

"Heart beat is fine," She says, her horn starts glowing as a beam of light envelops me, "Looks like you still have a concussion...a few more days of rest should be good for you."

She starts jotting on her clipboard as the beam ended, she turns to the other mare in the room, "no physical activities...and he should be good to go in a couple of days."

Hot mamma sighed, giving me a hug and once again, my face is crushed under her bosoms.

"You here that Button," this colts mother said, increasing the pressure of the soft choking vice.

"Ye-yeah," I sad through her soft fresh shirt, "Um...you can let me go now."

She smiles and lets me catch my breath, away from the suffocating mass that is her chest.

"If you please come with me," Doctor Pin motioned to the door, "we have some papers for you to sign before you go."

"Will do," Ms. Mash said, turning towards me, "Why don't you stay in here...while mommy handles a little paperwork."

I just nodded my head, trying to keep from rolling my eyes at her constant baby talk.

As they left the room, I sat down to read a magazine. I was so happy that I could still read these words even though they're a far cry from my normal set. Though I wish they had more of an assortment than this fashion magazine.

I swear, this was bordering on playboy levels, one of these mare's is even wearing some string themed dress. I can even see her vag on the side view.

"Isn't there a library in this town," I grumbled, closing the magazine and resting my head on the wall. I stare at the wall wondering whether or not this is still a dream.

"I need to start somewhere...but where," I said under my breath, I turn my gaze to the window. Spotting a unicorn levitating bags with her magic and a pegasus moving clouds. I snap my fingers, "Magic."

If I could use magic like those unicorns could, maybe there's a spell out there that can send me back home. All of a suddenly an image of a sadden baby blue eyed mare pops into my head, and I grimaced.

"Or find out how I got here," I said, as I continued to look out the window.

"Hey...mom," I began, as I sat down for dinner.

"Yes honey," Mom said, placing the bowl of tomato soup on the table. Careful to not have the steamy contents spill on her coat, "what is it Button?"

"Well...you see," I tried playing the innocent kid act, but she just tutted at my efforts.

"No Button," she said, dumping the freshly fried potatoes on the table, "you are not getting your allowance early."

I blinked, giving her my most deadpanned expression, "It's not that mom."

"Really," she gasped, almost dropping our salads.

"No," I said, with a bit of an annoyance in my voice, "It's....more on the lines of..."

I took a deep breath as she continued to look at me with parental examining eyes, "Can I go to the Library tomorrow?"

When I uttered the word library, she dropped the plates. Luckily they where only a foot off the table. No broken china but the salad did spill on my lap.

She moves forward, forcing my head up. She stares into my eyes, then examines the rest of me. Narrowing her eyes, "who are you and what have you done with my son!"

"Ahhh," I blinked as her clear blue eyes focused into mine. Strands of her caramel hair fell on her forehead, distracting my attention upwards, "I don't understand."

She lets go a shocked looked crested her face, she gingerly pats me on the shoulder, "Sorry about that Button...I forgot you still have amnesia."

"Amnesia for the win!" I mentally high-fived myself or four in this case, as she let me go. She helped clean the salad off my pants as we got started with our meal.

"So about the library," I asked after my second, helping of soup. This was really good soup, "Can I still go tomorrow."

"Of course," She smiled, taking her plates to the sink, "After all...you need to get caught up with school."

I nearly choked on my fried potato just from the mentioning of the fact I was still a kid. She starts to wash the plates, the clanking could be heard over my choking.

She hums a merry tune, as I stared at the plate. With a heavy sigh I continued with the delicious soup.

The next day came along and jiggly mama, left me near the library with orders not to leave, until she got back from shopping. I nodded and waved her goodbye as she headed for the market.

I was more than ready to walk into this hallowed building of knowledge. Though only the fact that it was a tree with windows and doors carved out of it, was keeping me from this sanctum.

"Who makes a house out of a livening tree," I mumbled, noting the various lush branches and the odd little observatory on the top. I just sighed and blamed it on my new scapegoat, "Magic."

Pushing the door open, I was greeted with books on the walls and piles of it on the large waste of space table. In fact the only table in this place.

"Hello," I called out, walking around for an information booth or some index of sorts. Spotting none I walked around the shelves, reading various titles till something came up.

Ten minutes in and I had a book on 'Magic Properties and Races'. Sitting down on what apparently is the only chair or bean bag as it were, was a hazardous experience. On the table next to the lumpy cushion was a pile of books, stacked high with very old tomes. The big bulky kind, that could put a man unconscious if it were to drop on them.

A single thought goes through my head as I looked at my potential cause, "Why can't they just get some more chairs or even a couch...preferably away from this shin shattering table."

I just shook my head, and returned to my attention to the book at hand.

"Let's see," I muttered opening the book, "No index...great."

I started reading on the first page, and had to skip it for the shear mumbo jumbo they were spouting. Not the helpful kind, but the annoying fillers that tell you nothing, until you realized that this was all just a bunch of crap.

I read through a chapter on the various properties of all four pony races, and it came with great surprise that there were seaponies. Like mermaids, only that they're ponies.

After reading that, it went to talk about unicorn magic, nothing on how an earth pony could control magic. I swear this guy or gal, was a complete racist. Unicorn this, unicorn that, it's like they think there the master race.

With a frustrated sigh I slammed the book on the table, only to have another book slam on my head.

"Sonofaaa," I gritted my teeth, glaring at the object that hit me. It was an old book with the cover in tatters.

It was something that should either have been thrown away or put in a museum. Picking the book up, I was going to not so gently put it back, but once my eyes caught sight of the title, I froze.

"The Earth Pony Way," I mumbled, flipping to the first chapter, "Let's see..."

After an hour of reading and skimming around, I was graced with the knowledge of how badass and racist these guys were. I mean sure the unicorn guy wasn't out right degrading the others, but holy crap they had an entire chapter of insults for the kretins and winged rats.

"Wow," I said, placing the book on the table, "Murder, genocide, and your mama jokes about gargoyles humping the backside of trolls...just wow."

I closed my eyes, relaxing in the bean bag chair, "And not a single thing on magic...what's that?"

I turned my head to the door, the sound of voices coming from the other side.

Four mare's greeted my view, and like the rest of the populous, they all where wearing some form of skin tight clothing. They paused at the door looking at me, as I gave them a brief look and returned to the book at hand.

"Excuse me," A purple mare, dressed in what appeared to be an old Japanese man's wet dream. Her white long sleeve shirt and barely knee high skirt walked up to me.

"Yes," I said, returning my gaze to the book.

"What are you doing?" She asked, a bit of hesitance in her voice.

"Reading," I answered, pausing to stare into her, I want to say, lavender eyes, "It is a public library after all."

I returned to the book, as she started talking again, "did you by chance...see the sign that it was closed?"

"Nope," I said, never leaving my gaze from the book, "never saw one."

"Uh, Twilight," One of the other mare's stepped in, "There's no sign here."

"What do you Dash," the sounds of purple's clopping hooves, was moving towards the door, "It should be right...it's not there."

"Yeah...that's what I told you," the same mare again, her raspy voice making my ears twitch.

"I thought I told Spike to put it up before I left," I could hear her grit her teeth.

"Hey there partner," I turn my head towards an orange mare, and just like melon mama, she has huge tits. "Watcha reading there?"

She walks up next to me flipping her brown stetson up. Honest to god if it weren't bad enough, this mare was sporting shorts that could have been her underwear. Coupled with a plaid long sleeve that was showing off her midriff, and her boobs threatened to pop the buttons off the thing.

"Woah," her eyes widen, as she moved away from the table. I looked back at the book, reading the passage about chopping a unicorns horn off and shoving it up the ass.

"What is it Applejack," Twilight returned, to glance over my shoulder. She went into a stuttering fit as the book was engulfed in a purple aura, "y-you sh-shouldn't be reading this!"

The book flew out of my hands and into the air.

"Hey," I turned to glare at the mare, "I was reading that!"

"A colt your age shouldn't be reading this!" She shot back, giving me a death glare of her own."

"My age. My Age!" I stood up to face the mare that was a head taller than me, but I stopped, "What is my age."

I pulled off a standing, thinking pose. I'm like thirty mentality, or is it spiritually. With my hand under my chin I tapped my hoof on the oaken floor, "I'm definitely not under ten, but I'm not in my twenties either."

"Are we playing a guessing game," I turned my head towards the two toned pink mare. Her poofy head a darker shade than her coat, "Let me see...is it trout, no...how bout cupcakes, not that either..."

"Pinkie," Purple ended what would have been a nonsense game of random guesses. I hate her already, she glares at me.

"What," I said from her constant glare, "It's not my fault I don't know my age."

"Now how in the hay dontcha know your own age," Southern pony cut in as I turned towards her.

I shrugged my shoulders, "all I could say is that any thing before last week...is out the drain."

Purple looked like she was about to say something, but the Pinkie cut in, "Now I remember you...your the colt that was blasted by that unicorn filly."

I stared at the mare, as she moved towards me. She looks over my head, "Yup, your the guy that got blasted alright...you still have the dent when your head hit that beam."

I blinked and someone, and I don't know, who let out a long whistle.

"Wow," I leaned on the table, to try to avoid falling on the floor and get some space away from the mare, "That's a lot to take in."

"It sure is," Pinkie sat next to me, giving me a pat on the head, "I thought you'd be a goner from all the blood you spilled."

"Ya okay there partner," that apple pony came in close, which I hoped was to catch me, these pony people don't know personal space.

"i think...just let sit down for a while," I plopped back down on the bean bag, staring into the ceiling.

These mare's kinda left me be, thinking of what that mare just said.

Sometime passed and I was still contemplating whether or not I just took over a body of a dead kid. So many things went through my mind the top of which, "where was booby mommy."

I needed a huge, preferably with in those soft warm mounds. In there I was safe and it was warm.

"Ya feeling okay," the blonde headed farmer asked, laying a cup of water in front of me, "here...ah bet ya plum thirsty already."

"Thanks," I croaked, and the downed the glass of liquid bliss.

"Names Applejack by the way," she greeted with a hand extend.

I met that hand with my own, "Button...Button Mash."

As we shook hands I felt power within those calloused palms. Note to self, don't mess with this bitch.

"So watcha doing here...before we came in and all," She asked noting the brand new book involving magic.

"Studying magic...or tried to," I tapped the book with my hand, "The only thing I got from this was that the author was a huge bigot."

The mare grimaced, "Bit of a statement...figuring as is ya never met the feller."

"Don't really need to met the guy," I said, standing up, "The guy only mentioned the other pony races...while he went on to talk about the glorious unicorn race."

Picking up the book I went to return it towards it's rightful place. Walking past glaring purple, the pink menace, and rainbow. She has rainbow hair, and her name is Rainbow. Here I thought Button was stupid.

Placing the book back in place, I started grabbing a few other books, mainly beginners guide to magic.

"Excuse me," purple school girl walked up, with this odd look in her eye, "why do you want to learn about magic?"

l looked into her eyes, "because...I want to be a wizard."

"What," she blinked, not understanding what I just said, "but's that's impossible."

"Hey," I said giving her the best glare I could muster, "If a baby can do it...then so can I."

I turned returning to the...apparently only chair in the room. Plopped my ass back in and opened up the book on 'Magic Training For Foals'

"Twilight ignore him," I heard Rainbow's raspy voice, over my reading, "Come on Twi...his just a colt."

"B-but," purple school girl began.

"Ah agree wit Dash on this one Twi," Applejacks southern accent cut in through my thought process, "It's not something ya should be worried about."

By this point I stood up, and walked up to the group. They were to busy the purple unicorn, to notice me coming.

"Excuse me," I said over their argument, their heads whipped towards me, except Pinkie who was eating popcorn, "do any of you know when the librarian's going to be back."

Twilight composed herself enough to word out a response, "Th-that would be me."

"Okay...then can I please check this book out," I handed her the book as her magic formed around it.

"No problem...will that be all today," She put on her sales person's mask.

"Yeah...actually," I thought it over for a second, "do you by chance have anything on history and math."

The three mares looked at me with this odd look, "I have to start school soon...and just wanted to know what I can actually do."

"Right...your amnesia," Twilight said, her horn glowed as few more books were added to my pile.

"Thanks," I said, examining the thick books.

"No problem," the purple unicorn smiled, taking the books to the counter.

This was going to be a long night.