The Man Inside the Colt

Chapter 2: Just a Normal Day Part 1

I sat in a room, watching the lights turn on. The world slowly turning from brown deserts to crystal blue seas. The rotation of the world as light turns to dark, and the lights of cities like stars on the black canvas.

I turned towards my friend, his mouth moved to form words. I responded with my own and we laughed. He patted my shoulder, and we move towards the hover cart.

The gravity was off today, so we floated down the hall and hitched a ride on the first empty cart. Bots floated around the halls, making simple deliveries or maintaining the station.

We entered the lobby, people floating to their stations. Some exiting the world elevator, and others entering the man made marvel to go home after their shift ended.

Station Apollo never slept, with workers constantly flowing in and leaving from the many member nations. This station was the epitome for the great desire to conquer the heavens, and with that an abundant source of energy flooded the world.

The unblocked rays of the Sun fed the enormous solar panels that were installed to give energy for not just the station but for the whole, energy starved world.

We entered our office, my desk near the window screen. Its high resolution capability showing nothing but static.
I began to work, the blank screen flashing on but showing nothing. My fingers went over the keyboard, typing away a program for the new robot workers.

Nothing appeared on the screen, but I knew what to put.

Something bothered me, and I left the desk heading towards the bathroom. I passed the many other programmers, all working on the program for 'Titan'.

The bathroom was a one person affair, a vacuum tube projected from the wall connecting to the waste pipe line. A universal toilet for the many workers in Apollo.

I peed into the vacuum tube, where it went, only maintenance would keep its secrets.

Washing my hands with the clean wipes, I looked in the polished mirror and smiled. Copper colored eyes greeted my vision. A dark brown pony smiled at me, his orange colored mane spiked and youthful.

I headed towards the door ignorant of who was in the mirror. Placing a hand on the door, I pushed it open with a four fingered hand.

I awoke gasping for air, my bed soaked with sweat. Fumbling for the light and with a click, the room I dreaded was before me.
Toys once a cluttered mess, now organized perfectly in the chest and shelves. The books lay on the table half open with a note on the side.

"Dammit!" I cursed under my breath, turning towards the starry sky, "I'm a pony...even in my dreams."

Leaving the warm confines of the bed, I removed my damp shirt throwing it on the wooden chair. I then began what was drilled to any Apollo worker, a hard hour of muscle training.

No one in their right mind, working near zero G would neglect their training. We are bred with gravity, and without it our bodies weaken. Many failed test have shown what a lack of gravity did or will do, and the recovery was a month long process at least.

The one's that did neglect the life sustaining workout, were fired for not completing the terms of their employment...and suffered a few months in therapy. With a high paying job and pristine view from the heavens, you'd have to be an idiot to do so.

"Twenty," I gritted my teeth, from the tenth rep. I plopped on the floor with sweat seeping through my fur. "Still got it."

I sat there with a smile on my face, examining this dirt brown body. It was such an oddity, even with the lack of feet and oddly shaped legs, I could still move like I've always done.
Strange how this body was so flexible, then again I was...or more proper, this body is still that of young teen.

"Oh God," My eyes shrank as I facepalmed: I just realized the most horrifying fact about this adolescent form, ‘puberty.’ "Calm down. Calm down," I repeated, taking deep breaths and looking into the mirror, "we'll deal with it when we get there."

I stared into my reflection, into those copper eyes, "Yeah...I'm fucked."

My stomach grumbled and with that, I headed down for a bite. With shoulders sagged knowing the potential hormonal trauma I was going to go under.

I could never tell if bajunga mom would ever get used to me, or if I ever wanted to be used to this place. I was just simply making an omelet from whatever was in the kitchen, and as I was cutting the veggies she came down the stairs. I expected her to have a surprised look when she saw her son cooking, not a baseball bat in her hands poised to strike with a murderous look in her eyes.

"Hi...mom," I said, placing the knife on the board as she simply processed what was going on, "want some breakfast?"

I put on my most innocent face, she slowly put the bat on the side and made her way to the table, "S-sure Button." I nodded and went back to my prepping. She just sat there watching me cook two sets of omelets.

Setting them on plates, we dug into the steaming meal… well I did. She looked at the freshly made meal with trepidation and was examining it for some sort of flaw. I just ignored it and continued with my breakfast.

Finishing my meal, I took the plates to the sink and with that, she finally took a bite. I watched as her cartoony eyes grew, and she dug in with a gusto. Smiling, I went about to wash the pans and plates.

Never was one to leave a mess.

"Button… this was delicious," she engulfed me in a hug, my head resting between her two warm pillows, "you sure have changed."

I didn't know how to answer her, I just leaned in letting her heart beat lull me into a enamored state. I don't think I've ever felt this way, even with my other mother, all safe and secure between her bosom.

"Let me finish the dishes sweetie," She gently moved me away from the sink, "why don't you get ready for school?"

"S-sure mom," I said, watching her near naked form basking in the light of the morning. Turning around, I headed for the bathroom, wishing with every step that she wasn't this boy's mother.

Making my way into the shower, I let the warm water wash over me, relaxing my sore muscles. Pictures of the mare so scantily clad raced through my mind.

Wrapping a hand around my new anatomy, I began masturbating with the thought of her. Her light caramel coat missing any semblance of clothing. Imagining her motherly form, spread eagle on top of her white sheets. I laid on atop her, kissing those soft mounds, slowly bringing myself to enter.

I released my load onto the tiled wall, water dripping down my face, "I really hope I'm adopted or something… this is just wrong."

Cupping my hands, I washed away the white gooey liquid clinging to the wall.

With my body scrubbed and clean I stepped out of the shower. Toweling off, I put on my plain colored clothes. Turning my attention to the mirror, I stared at the damp haired pony in front of me. His eyes shown with youthful vigor, and yet I was trapped behind those copper eyes.

I stopped looking at the young stallion in front of me and searched the cabinet to fix his mess of a mane. Moving a roll of toilet paper I was rewarded with a comb, but sadly… no hair gel.
With comb in hand I began slicking my wet hair back, which reminded me of the old days. Back when I was in college and out of that loner kid phase.

"Still wished I had some hair gel." I mumbled, remembering my short spiky hair.

Leaving the bathroom, sexy mama was staring at me wide eyed. I blinked, looking myself over. I was wearing a simple form fitting black shirt with slightly baggy pants. Nothing that should be off about a young stallion going to school.

"B-Button...y-you are..." She stuttered moving closer to me and patting me down, "y-you are so handsome."

She pulled me in and crushed me in her bountiful bosoms. I should have complained, should have fought against it...yet I just closed my eyes and smiled in the embrace.

She said something, but I was too preoccupied with the feeling of being safe in those massive tits. She broke the embrace and smiled, "Button...you are going to make a lot young mares happy… one day."

She turned around, giving me a clear view of her motherly hips. A single thought went through my head watching the swaying of her hips, ’Why is this women this kid’s mother… and why am I stuck in this kid’s body!?"

I sighed looking at my bulging pants, mumbling, "You are not helping."

I quickly head to my room, hoping she didn't spot the bulge threatening to break through.

Arriving in the hallowed land of assholes and dumbassery, I hugged mama goodbye. Yet somehow, I felt kinda bad when I did it.

She had this happy surprised face when I wrapped my arms around her. Yet it turned to this sad look, that she knew something, but wasn't willing to tell me.
Saying our goodbyes I head to the mass of pre-teens or teens, still not sure which. Apparently this place only had education up to what would have been a middle school equivalent, back home. Then it's off to the world to do who knows what.

As I walked into the courtyard, the teens were all looking at me with odd looks, and having gone through this before, I quickly head for the classroom. Somehow the kid never cleaned out his backpack, and with luck would have it, all his notes and schedule.

Knocking on the door to the room, I opened it, "Hello." Poking my head in, I spotted a mare sitting at a desk looking at me. She smiled upon seeing me, "Button Mash… I'm glad you are finally back!" Her face turned to worry and I tilted my head uncertain of how to respond, "You do remember me… don't you?"

I shook my head, "I'm sorry ma'am...but I can't remember anything past last week."

I've come to terms, that telling these people would put me in a terrible situation. Either they'll think I'm insane or just chalk it up to the magic blast frying my brain. Playing the amnesia card is my only safe bet or sane bet.

"I see," she wrote something down, and motioned me to come forward, "Seeing as how you've missed some classes… I'll need you to take a test."

"A test… sure I guess," I said as she handed me a packet of papers.

"You have until the end of class." She smiled motioning me towards a desk, "Just take your time… and please show your work."

"Okay," I sat on the table in the front corner of the classroom. Taking pencils and an eraser out, I looked over the test, and to my surprise it was an aptitude test. I smiled seeing the simple algebra and writing problems.

Before I knew it I zipped through the packet, listing down the solutions and the math behind it. This was leagues easier than the test for the Apollo staff.

I smiled staring at the finished document as ponies started to file in. With the last answer circled, I walked up to the teachers desk and handed her the packet. Though something was odd about the look she gave me. I couldn't put my finger on it, so I went to back to my desk as she placed the test in hers.

With that done she began her lecture on the history of Ponyville.

The lecture was only two hours long, it was informative, but boring nonetheless. With the tale of how one mare was able to help this town grow just from the jam she made, the teacher finally dismissed us for recess.

I waited until the mass of bodies left the tiny school house. If it's one thing with these ponies, personal space was not an option. With the crowd dwindling to just me and the teacher, I made my way out.

Walking through the halls, I spot younger ponies in different classrooms. It seems this small town is the type that would base classes on age. I really couldn't complain about the process, since they looked like they were having fun.

Though I can't help but wonder how they deal with kids that are more intelligent for their age group. Then again I wonder what they do with the mentally challenged of the group.
Shaking my head, I left that thought for some other time. Making my way out, I noticed that some unwelcoming eyes were upon me.

Two mares headed towards me as the rest of the kids either looked away or watched the scene that was about to happen.

"Well look what we have here, Spoon," said the pink preteen turning to her grey coated friend. "Looks like mama’s colt is back."

"You know it DT," the silvery haired lackey said following next to the hot pink mare.

I blinked observing the two, like every other female here they wore very revealing clothing. They were like one of those spoiled attention whores, but from the other female dominated yard, they were the norm. Yet they somehow were able to become more skimpy than the rest.

"Ah...is little mama's boy going to cry?" The pink one with the tiara said, walking up to me and making baby faces. The silver one followed behind, like a wagging dog. "Ah, is Button Baby missing his mommy?"

I wasn't listening to this mare, as I was enamored by her silvery haired friend. It wasn't her maturing form that drew me, but those violet eyes hidden behind her large framed glasses.

She reminded of me of someone, a person that I thought I would never see again. A person that I thought I'd never have a chance with, and that I was never going to see again.

Walking past the pink annoying mare, I stood face to face with the silvery braided mare. I looked straight into her violet eyes, a smile on my muzzle, "Why...why is it always the pretty ones?..."

I placed my hand gently under her muzzle, moving closer. Our muzzles almost touched as I continued to stare into her violet eyes.

I let go and moved back, walking away from the blushing mare and her flabbergasted friend. Heading towards a shaded tree away from the mass teens. I rested against the mighty tree, watching the pegasus move clouds through the sky.

Closing my eyes, memories of her smiling face flooded through my mind. Her quirky black glasses to her single braided hair. She was beautiful, funny and ultimately taken.

Keeping my eyes closed, thinking of what could have been, but sadly it could never be. How I wished I could have told her how I felt, then maybe things could have been different.

Sighing, I opened my eyes noticing the teens were purposely avoiding me. With an odd look here and there, I was caught in the social pit fall.

"Damn...can't believe I'm the loner again…" I mumbled, as they ignored me as if I wasn't there. I laughed at my place in this ladder of school kids, "well… at least they’re leaving me alone."

It was a good thing, since it gave me time to think. "Now what." I mumbled, racking my mind for a solution or something that can help me, "I need more info on magic… but to where to start?"

I reminded myself of the book on magic I received, but it was too incoherent for me to grasp. The fact I needed a horn on my head to channel this force, was my biggest hindrance.

I looked around the yard and spot a colt with a bandana on his head. He waved around a stick, play fighting with other colts on the jungle gym. A unicorn in the group, levitated a stick in the air and combated the bandana wearing pony.
"Interesting way to fight!" I said, observing the magic coated stick whizzing in the air and clacking against the bandana wearing colts own sword. "I wonder if they just cast a spell or is it just energy directing the stick?..."

That was the problem with magic, that I was trying to grasp. All that book ever mentioned that mana was the power within a pony and that unicorns could harness it. Then something about using the feeling to control it, by then I just closed the book and walked away.

The bell rang through the yard ending our twenty minute break. Again I waited for the mass of ponies to stampede through the doors.

"Is it instinctive that they forget personal space?" I thought aloud, thinking of the lack elbow room and being part horse had to do with personal space being ignored.
Seeing the last of them enter the red building, I slowly made my way to the classroom.

Another two hours passed and I was on the road home. Nothing of importance was retained from the lecture on math, only that I realized that these ponies were still trying to grasp the properties of algebra. Knowing that, I kinda thought that maybe I should have missed some of the questions on that test.

"The fuck?" I mumbled, noticing an oddly cloaked figure coming from down the road. It wasn't how this person's eyes glowed under that hood, or the odd cart filled with clear bottles that caught my attention. The ponies on the streets, suddenly changed from this sudden mare's arrival.

By the the looks of it, she was a zebra from her cloak parting. This gave me a clear view of her short grass skirt and barely clinging bra.

"Wow… and I thought these mares had no shame..." I mumbled, noticing how some mares covered in the stores, while some ran to the stall the zebra was setting up.
Most mares or all of them had very slutty clothing covering their bodies. It was odd how barely any of the males here could not be walking around with a full erection. Then again I did pop one off in the bathroom… damn silver hair, she just had to brush against my crotch with that tail of hers.

’Oh how I want to just rip her panties off and plow into that fine ass… stop. Just stop mind. You are a thirty year old man stuck in a teen’s body.’

"It should be legal… right?" I said aloud, thinking of the untold repercussions of screwing one of the popular girls, "I mean we are the same age… and she does remind me of her."

Stopping, I saw two of the colts from class hiding sneaking towards the zebra lady. It was the oddly tall orange one with a green mane and the short pudgy dude with the green coat and spiky orange mane.

They were carrying balloons under in each hand, while ducking into bushes or the nearest trash can. It wasn't hard to put two and two together, and I think zebra lady already saw the two, as she reached for her staff.

"This looks interesting… but do I help or do I watch?" I smiled at the upcoming interaction, but stopped as I noticed a mother with her baby in a cart heading towards zebra lady, "Ah crap...I hope my hand eye coordination still the same!"

Picking up a few rocks, I positioned myself where no bystanders would be in the way of my projectiles. I didn't have to wait too long until the balloons started to fly, and with that the zebra stepped forward brandishing her staff. I would have loved to see her knock those balloons out of the air, but my aim was dead on and those balloons burst before they got anywhere near the group of mares.

Smirking, I headed home as the two colts were dragged out of the bush they were hiding in. Apparently, mares do not like the idea of having green food dye on their coats.

I would have stayed to see what they would do, but with my stomach grumbling, I headed home for some food.

Author's Notes:

Special thanks To Zephyr for helping me edit this.
Part 2 should be up in a few days.