Author's Notes:

Consider this a test....I have a plan for the next fic, but I don't want to leave this one dangling, and this setup has some potential. Just have to see the reaction at this point.

I sat in our living room, Babs was taking a shower while I waited for her friend. The apartment was dusted with a few christmasy decorations. I rubbed my forehead as I thought back to the previous week. "God damn...." I touched my nose. "Stupid." I rubbed the still sore bit of my face and sighed. "Ugh...."

A loud knock came from the door. I hopped up in an instant and hurried over. My socks beat rather loudly against the floor as I jogged over. I grabbed the door and pulled it open. "Heyo!"

A small white mare with a thick blue peacoat looked up at me. "York?" Her voice hit my ear strangely. It was sweet, but it had a strange otherworldly echo.

I rubbed my forehead. "Uh, yeah. Hi. You Sweetie?"

The mare looked up at me with an overly sweet gaze. "I am." Again the echo rippled through my head. "Can I come in?"

I felt a heavy pulse thud along my brain. "Whoa...uh, sure." I stepped back and held the door open. Each step of mine felt like I was swimming. "You're...like--whoa." My voice felt like it was coming through a fishbowl. "What did you just do to me?"

Sweetie looked up at me with her eyebrows up. "I didn't do anything. You seem a little unsteady, do you want to sit down."

Down. I heard it in the word down. "Did you just fucking spell me...." I held my head and stumbled back against the wall. "Your voice...Lackey, Lackey told me...about--" Sweetie bumped me aside with her flank. She kept the door open as she walked past.

Sweetie smiled up at me. "You do singing too? Cool, I'm really glad--"

I shook my head, nearly sending me sideways in the proccess. "Don't give me that shit...." I held my head and tried to follow her through the open space in my apartment. "Spell casting Siren bitch...you fucking...you fuck." I tried to follow her, but the wobble to the room and the swimming in my head were starting to tip my world sideways. Even the TV and the bowl of fruit on the table by the door should have been tipped over as everything did a corkscrew.

Sweetie's smile faded into a sharp frown, then twisted up as he face warped. "Humans don't really belong here anyways. I'll make sure she's happy." Her warped smile spun again. "My voice is rather nice, isn't it? I think she'll be happy when I talk to her." She reached over and blew in my face.

I reached my arm out and made contact with the ground before stumbling sideways and landing hard against my back. I flopped around on the floor for a bit, but my hands wouldn't listen to me. My body felt numb, my limbs too thick to move properly. I closed my eyes and tried to hold on.

"Get some rest. You'll wake up in a better place."

I opened my eyes again. The first thing I saw was a pink mane spilled over my face, beyond that a far off white ceiling with a vent in the center. I slammed my hands down and forced myself upright. I lifted myself up with more power than before. "Babs!?" The mare on my chest looked up at me, pink mane and blue body resting against my chest.

She yawned loudly. "Bad dream again?" she asked calmly. She patted my chest with her hoof. "It's okay...."

I looked around the room. It was a geometrically sharp bedroom with shelves built into the walls. Each shelf was packed with awards and little toys or stuffed animals. I felt my heart kick into overdrive as I looked down at my arms, now hairier and thicker. I held my chest as the world slowly came back down around me. The mare on my chest was my girlfriend, the room I was in was in Los Pegasus, the awards were mine, and Babs was gone.

I felt my face twist up as I slipped to the side and hit the parquet wooden floor. I looked around the neat blue-grey room and found a mirror hanging over a dresser. I ran over and found my face scruffy and unmarked by acne. My hair was cut into some trendy mess. My skin was tanner and my eyes were heavy with thick black bags. "Sweetie."