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This is NOT happening to me, Sam thought as he slumped against the side of his bed, I’ve just finally lost it. The stress finally got to me. That’s it, this is all a mental-breakdown inside of your head.

Kachira stared at Sam; she had finally snapped out of the trance she had been in, but she was now genuinely worried. Sam was chuckling maniacally to himself whilst propped up against the bed. Ramon appeared concerned too, but he had taken it upon himself to figure out what to do next while Sam had a mental breakdown in the corner and Kachira sat and gawked.

“Sam,” Kachira muttered, hoping it would get through to him.

Sam slowly turned around; his face was almost a perfect match to the creepy one Twilight had in “Lesson Zero” which Kachira had to admit, scared her a little. He stared through her as if she was transparent, and he kept giggling like a mad man.

“Sam stop it!” Kachira shouted at him.

Her scream had an effect on him; Sam ceased his madness and locked eyes with her. She didn’t know how long his lucid moment would last, or if he had simply decided to stare at the same space that her eyes occupied.

“Sam, are you okay?” She firmly inquired.

“Fine, I’m fine,” Sam said, fighting back another giggle-fit, “But this isn’t real. I’m hallucinating aren’t I?”

His mouth began to stretch into a fanatical smile again. Kachira slapped him good on the cheek and immediately regretted it. Whatever force her palm had carried seemed to get through to Sam though and he finally did a reality-check.

“What’s…what’s going on?” He asked, massaging the sore area on his face with his hoof.

Sam still couldn’t stand without support, and he hadn’t the slightest clue how to walk; but he knew his forelegs still behaved suspiciously like arms, despite the placement of their joints.

“I don’t know,” Ramon rumbled from the other side of the room, “We need to start somewhere though.”

“How did this happen?” Kachira voiced the question that was on all of their minds.

“I don’t know…that rainbow from yesterday…I…I dunno, I can’t stop thinking about it,” Sam said.

“You don’t think that ponies are real? Do you?” Kachira asked, not speaking to anyone in particular.

Ramon gave her an annoyed look and then turned his gaze to Sam, who was looking at them with a very confused expression.

All Kachira could manage was a simple, “oh.”

They all just sat there for a while; no one knew quite what to say to break the ice.

“We need Jose,” Sam said as he reached for the nightstand behind him.

He managed to knock his phone off and he slid it open. He started mashing the keys, frustrating himself even more. He nosed the send-button, satisfied that his message of “aqdsilfnfliwuhasncn weks jcghdb” would get Jose’s attention.

Ramon policed the phone just before it vibrated with Jose’s reply of, “What the hell?”

He tapped out a proper response, despite Sam’s pleas to get his phone back. Sam started to hit Ramon’s leg weakly with his hoof; a battering-ram straight into his friend’s knee.

“What’d you say?” Sam asked when Ramon tossed the phone carelessly onto the bed.

“To meet here after school,” Ramon replied simply, “I haven’t the slightest clue of what we’re supposed to do with you now.”

“School…” Sam trailed off.

With the excitement of the morning thus far, Sam had completely forgotten about school. Ramon began to pack up his things and Kachira went downstairs to fetch her own backpack. Sam sat down on his haunches and stared at the wall in deep thought.

What am I supposed to do? Sam thought, Do I just sit here? And what’s that feelin-

Sam wheeled around, a dubious look on his face. He only then realized he had a tail. It wasn’t very long and it was tangled and messy, much like his hair. Sam paused and looked himself over again; he wasn’t wearing anything.

Ramon’s semi-relaxed demeanor was shattered by an ear-piercing scream. Kachira came running to see what the fuss was about, and Sam was frantically trying to drag the sheets off of his bed and onto himself.

Kachira realized why he was freaking out again and moved closer to him, “Sammy, it’s okay, it’s okay,” she reassured him in a high-pitched voice she might have used to talk to a dog or baby.

Sam froze and his head shot up; his ear twitched before he looked at her blankly.

“What did you just call me?” He asked, suspicious about what he thought he heard.

“Nothing,” Kachira quickly responded, her cheeks becoming a bright red.

“You called him Sammy,” Ramon stated in a state of almost-disbelief.

“And you used a cutesy-voice,” Sam added.

“Did I? I don’t remember that…” Kachira tried to back herself out of the conversation.

“What, do you think I’m some kind of animal?!” Sam shouted at her, his temper flaring, “Some kind of thing that doesn’t understand basic language?!”

“Calm down bro,” Ramon gestured for Sam to cool it.

“Well…” Kachira admitted, “You are really adorable.”

Sam flinched visibly; he had never heard that word used to describe him before. And to make matters worse, she had put a very heavy emphasis on it. She turned away from him quickly to hide her scarlet-colored face.

“That isn’t what I meant,” she said quietly.

“Huh?” Sam was dubious.

“I didn’t mean it like that. Can’t I call something cute and you guys not take it sexually?” Kachira mumbled embarrassedly.

“I didn’t, I…” Sam was even more confused than before, “I didn’t think that you…I mean…”

“Whatever,” Kachira said, “We have to get to school.”

She turned back to face him; poor Sam was blushing and they could tell despite his efforts to hide it. They left his room and trudged down the stairs wordlessly.

“We’re going to be back later!” Kachira called out as they closed the door behind them.

Sam slumped down into a restful position; he felt hopeless and clueless and confused. He was living in a nightmare and he couldn’t wake up.

Sam woke up from his stress-induced nap several hours later. He decided that the loud noises his stomach was making weren't the best in the world, and that he needed sustenance. He tried, fruitlessly at first, to stand up without leaning on something, and he eventually got the hang of it.

Sam felt a rush of adrenaline after he realized that he was standing without support. The feeling was similar to the feeling he got when he first rode a bike; wobbly, but oh-so satisfying. His adrenaline rush crashed almost immediately once it dawned upon him again just WHY he was attempting to stand up in the first place. He tried a step forward, but he ended up in a tangled mess of hooves.

Seeing no better option, Sam crawled using his forelegs to drag himself along the ground like someone with disabled legs. His trip down the stairs was short and bumpy and ended with a dizzy and bruised Sam crumpled against the wall opposite the bottom of the stairway.

“Max!” Sam cried out, realizing that it might be easier to imitate a four-legged creature than try to crawl, “Max come here!”

His faithful companion bounded down the stairs and met him at the bottom. Max seemed unfazed by Sam’s transformation, and he licked him on the face several times. Sam needed a way to get Max off of him so he could watch him walk and avoid all of the drool his face was accumulating.

“Max!” Sam said in an excited tone, “Do you wanna play…BALL?!”

Max’s ears perked up and his tail began to wag. He backed up, his front legs dancing a happy and enthusiastic dance.

“Go get it!” Sam said in a voice similar to what Kachira had used on him earlier.

Max took off like a bullet-train and Sam watched him run. It wasn’t enough to go off of, and Sam rolled over and stood up again; he waited a few seconds for Max to come back with the ball. His furry companion trotted up to him with a big green tennis-ball in his mouth. Sam got a good idea of how to trot, but not how he was supposed to do it without thinking very hard about it.

Max dropped the slimy ball at Sam’s hooves. He realized he wasn’t going to be able to grab the ball and throw it, and he hated to leave poor Max hanging. Sam reluctantly, and with much disgust, lowered his head and gently picked up the ball in his own mouth; he flicked his head to the side, tossing it halfway up the stairs with a dog seemingly tied to it by a rope. Before Max had a chance to bring it back, Sam took off at a full gallop for the kitchen without realizing that he was moving just fine. He quickly closed the door and slumped against it. He couldn’t fit his hoof between the doorknob and the door to click the lock, but knowing Max, he wouldn’t need to.

Sam got the hang of walking rather quickly, as if he had always known how but had never tried. He didn’t know how to cook with hooves or his mouth, so he bit the refrigerator’s door-handle and pulled it open. Sam examined his choices of food carefully; he decided on a half-eaten party-sized bowl of home-made vanilla pudding, and he tenderly grabbed it off of the shelf with his mouth. He placed the bowl on the floor and closed the fridge-door with a swift kick from his hind leg.
Seeing no alternative, Sam plunged his face into the bowl and lapped up the pudding like he had seen Max do to spilled juices and such. He hadn’t realized quite what time it was, nor did he hear the door to his house open; and he was so wrapped up in the taste of vanilla pudding that he didn’t even realize when the kitchen-door a few feet behind him was opened.

“Aww, now isn’t that cute,” Jose whispered from the doorway while an oblivious Sam continued to gobble up his afternoon snack.

“What is it?” Kachira shoved Jose out of the way, “What’s going on-”

Sam picked his head up lazily and licked his chops as he turned around. He was frightened nearly half to death by the presence of his friends in the kitchen with him.

“How long have you…? You didn’t see me did you? Oh man this is so humiliating…” Sam blubbered in a flurry of words.

“It’s okay,” Kachira said, “I thought it was pretty cute too,” Ramon shot her a glance and opened his mouth as if to speak, but she cut him off, “And before you go perverting that statement, I did NOT mean it like that.”

“I was going to say that Jose made the same remark a few moments ago, but never mind,” Ramon said, defeated.

Sam tried his best to wipe his muzzle with his foreleg while his friends argued. Before he could retreat however, Jose pulled himself away from the small fight to examine Sam closer.

“Wow,” he said, grabbing Sam by the tail to stop him from running away, “Whoever did this to you must’ve pulled out all the stops.”

Sam was still feeling modest, even after realizing that despite his nudity nobody could see anything, and he quickly recoiled from Jose.

“Are you okay dude?” Jose asked him seriously, examining Sam’s eyes now.

“I’m not dressed,” Sam said quietly, accidentally drawing the attention of both Kachira and Ramon.

“Beg pardon,” Kachira grinned, “But uh, ponies don’t normally wear clothes.”

Ramon and Jose chuckled at the reference, and Sam just shrunk back more. He thought they were acting way too normal and calm for the situation they were in. Why didn’t they seem even the least bit concerned?

“GUYS!” He shouted, “Can we please take this a bit more seriously?! I’m a fucking PONY right now for crying out loud! WHY?!”

“Yeesh,” Jose rolled his eyes, “It’s not all that bad.”

“NOT BAD??!!” Sam retorted angrily, “NOT BAD???!!!”

“Uh oh,” Ramon whispered to Kachira.

“I had to re-learn how to WALK while you guys were at school having a NORMAL day. I was stuck here, confused as hell, wondering if I’m dreaming or not! And you guys just shrug this off and say it isn’t that bad?!” Sam shouted.

“Well, you could’ve been turned into a slug, that would’ve been bad,” Kachira pointed out.
Sam shot her a dirty look before returning his gaze to Jose. Ramon seemed as if he wanted to speak, so Sam let out an explosive sigh and let him.

“Did you guys notice how Mr. Schism was extra happy today?” Ramon stated, once again turning the subject away from Sam.

Sam’s eye twitched and he glared at Ramon, “Please guys,” he said with a lot of restraint, “Can we please focus on me? PLEASE?”

“Fine, fine,” Ramon gave in, “I just thought I’d turn the subject to something less…you know, dark.”

“Well,” Sam said, returning to the matter at hand, “We need to figure out what happened…so let’s all try to get some sleep tonight at our own respective homes, and then we’ll convene tomorrow after school. It will be a Friday after all…”

“Weekend getaway?” Jose asked hopefully.

“Yes…but this time we work on finding clues to what happened to me,” Sam said slightly angrier than he meant to.

Kachira spoke up, “Alright, fine…but I’m only listening to you right now because you’re frigging adorable.”

“Why not because this is IMPOSSIBLE and BAD?” Sam retorted, dragging the conversation on.

“Because frankly, what she’s trying to say is that some bronies would die for what happened to you,” Jose said matter-of-factly, drilling that into Sam’s head.

Sam rolled his eyes and stormed out of the room. The trio waited a few moments and heard his bedroom door slam shut. They all looked at each other and wondered; what exactly did they do wrong?

End Part 2

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