I despised being awakened by the first beams of light. Unfortunately, the bedroom of my small apartment only had two roof-windows, so I had no drapes or anything related. It had been very useful when I was back in school, but now that I didn't have any school or work anymore, it was just annoying. I crouched down in my full-sized bed and pressed my face into my pillow as deeply as I could.

It was a Sunday-morning, and all I wanted were a few more hours of sleep. Not that I was tired or anything, I just liked lying in my bed, especially when the last snow just melted. You might know the feeling of stepping out of a hot shower into a cold bathroom. That was how it felt for me to get out of my warm, comfy bed. But today I couldn't get my eyes as close to the mattress as I wanted, so I turned my head to the left, away from the windows, and towards my nightstand.

The laptop was still running, playing the DVD menu of Ironman over and over. Yesterday, after a little walk, I had watched one or two episodes of "My Little Pony" and then threw in the movie to fall asleep more easily. It was an old habit I kept from my childhood. Then I listened to tapes like "The Three Investigators" or TKKG. The stories that played in the background were to me what listening to the ocean was to other people. Many in my family had this habit, although they usually had a hairdryer running, which sounded similar to the breaking of waves.

The small alarm next to my laptop showed that it was five minutes to seven, and I sighed loudly. I had gone to bed around two in the morning and was wide awake after so few hours on a Sunday! I guess a lot of people would be frustrated by that. While I was lying there, gaping at the screen, I took stock of how my body was feeling. My neck was a little stiff and gave me a light headache, but thanks to my crooked spine, that wasn't new. My eyes did hurt a little, but without my glasses, it was a known feeling as well as the last one: my bladder. Last night, I had drunk a lot of water. Due to my asthma, I often had a dry throat and I drank, no matter if I was thirsty or not, just to get rid of this dryness.

I tried to ignore the pressure, but there was no hope; I had to get up. And I knew myself: when I was finally up, there was no chance for me to lie down again. I lived in the country, and the work here started the minute you crawled out of bed. And there was always work. It was still cold, and the wood in the garden had to be carried in the basement in order for there to always have a stash for the oven, so new wood had to be chopped. Both our dogs certainly wanted a breakfast. Well, as soon as they heard someone in the house and their mess was cleaned up from the front garden. That was easy; you just had to take an old shovel and throw it into the field on the other side. I don't think that any farmer would complain about free fertilizer.

It came to mind to clean up the dishes and collect some empty bottles around my apartment. Those could be found everywhere, especially where I liked to sit with my laptop. Although I didn’t get a lot of visitors out here, I still hated it when people saw my mess. When I was alone, on the other hand, I didn’t mind a pig running through here and all I'd do was lift my feet so they wouldn’t be in the pig’s way. In this matter, I was the exact opposite of my mother, who couldn’t sit still for a second when she knew that there was something dirty. I guess everyone had their own stimulation. Mine was called "interest".

It was of no use; I had to get up and put my body to the rim of my bed. With the words of a famous astronaut in my head, I pulled the blanket aside and sat up. Today, my back was especially mean to me, and I had to crouch down to work against the pressure. Those were the moments where I missed my girlfriend since she knew how to give a backrub. But a few months ago, we had a fight and broke up. I replayed the whole fight in my head. In the end, a break-up was the best solution. Compared to the break-ups I had before, this one had been rather simple. Not that those break-ups were brutal, but I still felt weird whenever I saw a former girlfriend. Things were said that no one really meant, at least I didn't, and no one ever apologized. It was the feeling that you couldn’t look in that someone's eyes ever again.

Since a little massage wasn't an option, I let my head circle to relax my neck, which resulted in a cracking sound. I placed my feet on the floor, left foot first, and tried to stand up. As gravity wasn't on my side this morning, I fell face first onto the laminate, which by the way, I had put down in my whole apartment all by myself. After a fall like that, my knees wouldn’t be of much use for the next few days. During the impact, I closed my eyes because of the pain and stayed like that for a while. If it wasn't for my bladder, I would have stayed like that for a good while. The hard wooden floor was somehow comfortable. Or perhaps it was the strange, sideways position I was in. The pipe leading to the heat radiated a pleasant warmth, and all in all, the room wasn't really cold. I sat up again and looked at my bed, which seems strangely high to me, but then again, how often does one sit in front of one's bed? I reached to my nightstand, looking for my glasses and almost swiped down my laptop before I finally found them. But when I tried to grab them, they slipped on the floor between the bed and nightstand. Cursing, since that wasn’t the first time it had happened, I turned around to reach my glasses better. I stretched out my blue arm into the gap and kept looking.

After a few seconds, my brain started working even without the coffee. My arm was completely blue. Shocked, I shook my head and looked at my arm again in the hope that I was still more asleep than awake. Not helping my condition, I was still looking at the shining blue. Quickly, I pulled my arm out of the gap, only to be even more frightened. What had once been my hand was now just a little stump as if my hand had been cut off at the wrist. I looked at my other arm, which seemed to be in a similar condition. I tried to move a finger, but nothing happened. Looking down on myself, I saw the same yellow shirt and undershorts I went to bed with. While moving my view lower, I didn’t know what to expect. My legs were just like my arms, although a little thicker, but no sign of feet.

I slowly had an idea of what was happening, but I needed a mirror. Crawling around on my... well... ass, I reached the door and opened it with what was once my elbow. I had to reach really high until I was standing on my stumps which had once been my feet, but this way, I could use my own body weight to open the door. On the other side of the door was the biggest mirror my apartment could offer, and so I looked right into it. But it wasn't me who looked back, but a small, blue pony with a white mane and a horn poking out of it. I lifted my right arm just to see the mirror pony doing the same. Instead of a nose, I now just had nostrils, and my mouth had turned into a snout. My brain was now running on overdrive. According to all this, those weren't stumps, they were hooves. I inspected my right hoof by touching it with my left. Although it felt hard on the surface, the center felt soft and sensitive. Moreover, it felt like the hoof itself was flexible to a certain degree. I again looked into the mirror. I looked exactly like a pony of "My Little Pony". I mean that literally since I looked like I was drawn into reality.

I didn't know whether to cry out of joy or panic. I mean, it's every brony's dream, isn't it? To be a pony in Equestria? Then it clicked again in my head. This wasn't Equestria. This was the reality I knew, where what I was now only a fantasy. My bladder chose this moment to remind me of a certain duty I had to fulfil; in other words, to get on all fours again as a start. Although I had never done it before, it went surprisingly well. Until I took my first step and was mocked by gravity one more time, which placed my head once again on the laminate, only this time it was in the hallway. I thought of the series and how they moved there. Then I remembered the movements of my dogs I saw every day on my walks. With resentment, I noticed that Fanny had another way of walking than Fiete. But since Fanny was pretty young, I decided to try out her walking style first since children learned the easiest things first as well. On my legs again, I now moved my left hooves and then my right hooves, which led to something you would rather describe as ice skating than walking. It was enough to reach the bathroom door and to open it with my left arm, but that wasn't the right description anymore. I might look it up on the Internet. It took me a few seconds until I realized how stupid the idea actually was. I guess, without fingers, I'd look like my mother using her laptop for the first time. But at the moment, this problem came second, because if I didn’t hurry, I'd have to mop up a mess. I closed the door with a slick kick and turned around to lock the door. Not that it was necessary since I was alone, and even with my girlfriend around, I wouldn't have minded. It was just a habit and gave me a feeling of privacy. I reached out with a hoof and quickly discovered that a hoof wasn't made for turning keys.

Open door it is, I thought to myself. With one hoof, I opened the lid and took off my boxers. What I saw shocked me from nostril to tail because never in my life had I seen pony genitalia. As I’ve already said, I lived in the countryside. Every once in a while, mating horses here and there weren't anything special. But out of the blue, there was this thing I didn't know how to use. I had to chuckle about my own thoughts. Out of the blue, my hide, you get the idea. Anyway, there was a shaft that would usually be found on a stallion. Somehow, it bothered me that this never came in the series. In case of a ponyfication, please bear that in mind. All I could do was place my trust in the natural reflexes a pony must have. Otherwise, it would have been really unfortunate since the shaft pointed in the direction of my head.

With the help of my front hooves, as I wanted to describe them, I lifted myself on the bowl, and never in my life was I this happy about my bathroom hygiene. The toilet was NOT made for ponies, and I had to grab the rim really tight so I didn’t take an accidental bath. By now, I couldn't hold it in any longer, so I did the only thing that felt right and just let go. Without going into detail, all I can say was that it went well. One or two minutes later, I stood in front of the toilet, pulled my boxers back on, and flushed. Now it was time to wash my hooves. I stood in front of the sink. The last time I had seen it from this angle was when I was a little kid. I wished I had a small stool. But it was of no use, and I placed my former elbows on the rim for more of a hold.

The rest was a snap, and shortly after that, I closed the bathroom door and slid back to the mirror in the hallway. My eyes were as blue as ever, just a whole lot bigger. I opened my mouth and saw that it wasn’t much different to a human mouth except there being no pointy teeth at all. Again, everything looked like it had been drawn. I turned around a little bit and got a good look of my tail that ran though one of the boxers leg. It was white and stringy and almost reached the floor. If I didn't know better, I'd say it looked like one of my good times after a long night and really needed a shower. Now it came to my mind to look for a cutie mark. With one hoof, I pushed the boxers aside and really, there was a white symbol on my flank. It was white lightning which seemed to fly through a white circle. I had the sudden urge to yell "Go Go Power Rangers", but I saved it for later since there was a new feeling rising: hunger.

I slid into the kitchen and opened the fridge with one hoof. There had to be a trick with hooves, but I saved that for later as well. One look inside the fridge turned out to be rather depressing. Some toast, leftover salami, and some mustard was all that was left. My girlfriend used to keep the fridge and closets filled with food. I mean, as a confectioner, she knew how to prepare a meal. I took the bread out with my snout and proceeded this way with salami and mustard. It worked out quite well, but the downside now was the taste of plastic in my mouth. Next challenge was the little ring that kept the bread in the plastic. Best tongue workout you could think of. No shit, do this for a month or two and your French kissing will be legendary, well, in case you don't cut your tongue. I don't know how long it took me, but I actually did it. Here I have to agree with parents who always told you that you must not put your head into a plastic bag. I was able to free myself and carefully push out a slice with my hoof. I don't know what made me get the mustard out of the fridge. Even if I was able to open the lid, I couldn't handle a knife to smear the mustard on the bread. I gave up without trying.

I opened the salami package with my tongue and carefully took a slice between my teeth. If you have seen "American Pie 3", imagine me having Stiffler's reaction while eating the "truffle". I looked at the expiration date, a small challenge with no glasses. March 30th. So, still a week to go. Now it came to my mind that ponies were more of a vegetarian type which would explain the mean taste of the salami. So my breakfast was narrowed down to a single slice of toast. Toast in mouth, I slid into the living room half of the room. I lifted myself on the couch and let my back slide onto the soft leather. This usual comfortable position wasn't comfortable at all anymore, since it caused an irritable pressure on my back. So I laid on my side, all fours hooves away from me. Not the ideal position, but way better than before, and so I slowly started chewing on my bread. I actually expected the bread to taste different, better, since the meat tasted kind of disgusting, but it was dry and boring as always.

My plan of watching TV was crushed by the simple fact that remotes couldn't be handled by hooves. Wasn’t there anything pony-friendly in this house? Underneath my apartment was my mom's apartment, and I could hear her walking around. How in the name of Equestria would I explain my situation? I mean, a pony alone in here would freak her out. But a talking one that's supposed to be her son might be too much.

Furthermore, I couldn't stay in here forever. Sooner or later, someone would want something from me and then see me like this. It could be my youngest brother who wanted a computer game or my younger brother who wanted to go somewhere with my car. Moreover, he only had a learner’s permit which would mean I had to go with him, and since I'm not quite myself right now, things might turn out complicated.

My mother could always think of something I could do for her; only her boyfriend left me alone most of the time. Except for our taste of music, we don't have much in common anyway, but all in all, he was someone you could spend your time with. Also, he's only here on the weekends due to his job as a truck driver. Often, my mother went with him on tour, which left my brothers and me in the house alone for a week. The last bite of toast slid down my throat, and I could have used something to drink now. The steps from underneath got louder, and the next thing that happened was Nils, my younger brother, opening the door.

"Timo, you awake? I need an external hard drive,” I heard from the hallway. If I had a mirror, I would bet that I would have seen a big P for PANIC on my forehead if it wasn't for the horn. His steps came out of the direction of my kitchen, and the door opened at the next moment. I made myself as small as possible and tried not to breathe. In the corner of my eye, I saw Nils going into the kitchen and then into the living room. It seemed like he hadn’t seen me as he went to the window facing the street.

"Where is he? His car is parked down there. TIMOOOOO!" His voice echoed through the room. He turned around and finally saw me. Slowly, he approached the couch, and I tried hard not to move or blink.

"I know that he likes ponies, but buying this huge stuffed one really is too much." Says the brother who has a giant stuffed Pikachu, I thought to myself. I prayed he would look for me somewhere else, but clearly this day was cursed. I mean, being a pony was kinda awesome, but all the rest was totally cursed. He reached out for me and wanted to pick me up. His fingers dug deep into my flesh pressed together. I couldn't hold it any longer and jumped up.

"What is wrong with you? That hurts!" I yelled at my brother, who was so shocked that he fell on the floor like I already did twice today.

Author's Notes:

Finally things getting started. I want to remind you that this is a translation from German to English and the original Fic started early in 2012. A big thanks goes to my buddy "Beks" who isn't even a Brony and is still translating this story for me. Brohoof for you /)

Edit by JBL, again.