[TF] Schooling - 3

>Your mind struggles to rationalize what is in front of your red eyes.
>You scour your body discovering that much of the hair that covers your lower body has turned a snowy white.
>Your burning muscles fly to the back of your mind as panic overtakes you.
>The cramps in your fingers.
>The pain in your muscles.
>Your changing apperance.
>Spits!
>All of it circles around in your mind like a whirlwind.
>What are they going to do to you?
>Send you to a lab for experimentation?
>Put you down as some sort of horrid mutant?
>How will you survive? You won't even have hands!
>Will your magic still work?
>Those dreams!
>they must have been conditioning you!
>Oh god what if Shaun finds out.
>You can imagine his fanboyish squeels of joy.
>What if he tries to have sex with you.
>You shudder furiously at the thought.
>The doctor returns and hands you some painkillers and water, you down them both in quick sucession.
>A soothing feeling floods over your internal injuries and you find yourself claming down.
"Hey Doctor, is Jack okay?"
>The doctor looks at you sympethetically.
>"Doctor-patient confidentiallity I'm afraid."
>Shit.
>He seems to scrible something down on his notepad before turning to leave.
>"Your mother will be here soon, try and relax for a while."
>He gives you a smile before leaving through the double doors.
>You can hear the commotion of the hospital behind him, at least you aren't in a research facility.
>Several minutes later your mother bursts into the room.
>Damn she looks tired.
"Hi Mom."
>"Vincent! I was so worried about you!"
>She quickly wraps you in a vice like hug as the air forcefully rushes from your lungs.
"Woah! I'm okay mom! How long was I out?"
>"Three days! I was afraid you'd never wake up."
>She's on the verge of tears now, losing Dad was hard enough.
>You return her hug, her breathing has become heavy and short.
>It seems to calm her down.
>You exchange small talk with her for half an hour, but you know you have to discuss your condition eventually.
"Mom, what are the Doctors saying about my... Illness?"
>"T-they say you're changing... into something."
>You unfortunately know what that something is.
"O-oh."
>Despite already confronting your shady future, the full weight of the problem has finally hit you.
"Is Jack okay?"
>"H-he is changing too, in fact a bunch of kids from your school are! It's all over the news."
>What the fuck.
>It isn't just you and Spits?
>You guess that will make things easier.
>Maybe you can band together to hold off hordes of my little pony fans.
>Not much else is said after that.
>Your mother mostly inquires about how the changes feel.
>To be honest you can't feel much at all with these painkillers.
>All too quickly she has to go to work.
>She has trouble dragging herself away from you.
>You tell her to not worry about you.
>She nods sadly and leaves.
>Not before giving you an embarassing kiss first.

>Jeeze you are bored.
>Apart from the ocassional visit from Doctor Tall nothing is happening.
>You are completely alone in this room.
>All you can do is stare at the white walls.
>Think about the inevitable.
>How much of a pretty little pony you'll be...
>Your stunning new mane and tail...
>Woah! Where did that come from.
>You are NOT looking forward to this.
>That niggling doubt in the back of your mind doesn't go away.
>What if you do want this?
>What if you enjoy it?
>No! Why are you thinking like this?
>Is it changing your personality too?
>No, you're still...
>Huh, what was your name again?
>Oh shit.
>You search your deepest memories for any indication of your name.
>It's on the edge of your minds eye but you can't bring it forward.
>It starts with a v...
>Vinyl?
>Yeah, that rings a few bells!
>Your name must be Vinyl...
>You feel your eyes drag themselves shut as you drift off into another deep slumber.

>You awake back into your home.
>Time for another fun day in ponyville!
>Maybe I can talk to Spits here.
>If she is real...
>You hop out of your bed and happily trot into your bathroom.
>You complete your morning routine and waltz over to the mirror.
>You give yourself a confident smile.
>Yep, you still have it goin' on.
>You can't help but feel like you're forgetting something.
>It isn't very important if you forgot it silly!
>You trot out into the town and start searching for Spitfire.
>You see her zipping around the sky as usual.
>You call her down and she lands gracefully, giving you a heroic pose.
>You can't help but burst out laughing at her show of dramatics.
>Spits once again gives you the death glare.
>Of course you're too busy rolling around laughing to notice.
>"Stop laughing Vinyl!"
>You rise to your hooves and wipe a single tear from your left eye.
"I'm sorry spits! What was that pose about?"
>"Hey! As long as I'm showing off what's wrong with a cool pose?"
"Cool isn't the word I'd use Spits."
>She huffs part of her mane out of her eye and sighs.
>You both share some stories while you trot to the centre of town.
>AJ is back at the her stand again, you give her a quick wave.
>There seems to be another unicorn talking to her.
>AJ shakes her head and the unicorn moans in frustration before walking towards you.
>The unicorn is a mint green and has a blue and white mane.
>Her cutie mark is a lyre.
>she approches you and Spits.
>"Uh. Do you guys know where I can find some help?"
"Help with what exactly?"
>"I'm kinda' lost."
"Well what are you looking for?"
>"I don't know..."
>She looks at one of her hooves as she paws the ground.
>"Well I'm Spitefire and this is my best buddy Vinyl."
>"Oh! Well my name is umm..."
>Her eyes search around for a while before settling on her cutie mark.
>"Lyra! My name is Lyra."
>She gives you a small nervous smile.
>Oh right! Transforming into ponies and stuff.
>Idiot.
"Hey Lyra wanna come hang out at my place! We can talk about your problem there."
>"Yeah! I haven't seen your new house yet Vinyl."
>"Yeah, uh sure!"
>All three of you walk to your home and sit down in the living room.
>You scan around your house for any sneaky ponies listening in.
>You close the door and turn to your new friend.
"So uh. human right?"
>she looks shocked for a second before glancing between you and Spits.
>"Yeah! I collapsed at home and I woke up here!"
>You nod as she tells you her story.
>Turns out she spent most of her time wandering about ponyville.
>You and spits return the favour, she seems intrigued by your experiences.
>Turns out Spits lives in a fucking cloud mansion.
>Radical.
>You are slightly jealous.
>"So, what are your real names?"
>You and Spits spend the next several moments deep in thought.
"I'm pretty sure it's Vinyl."
>"Yeah... mine is Spitfire."
"I mean, what other names would we have?"

>Doubt begins to fester in your mind.
>What is Lyra talking about?
>What else could your name be?
>You're fairly certain this is a dream, you live on Earth and go to school with your best friend Spitfire!
>Your name is Vinyl, and you love music! In fact you make some in your spare time.
"I remember living on Earth... this place is strange and dreamlike."
>You stroke your chin with a hoof.
"But I'm fairly certain I've always been a pony."
>Spits nods in agreement.
>Lyra seems completely flabbergasted.
>"B-but you recognised me as a human!"
>"Of course we did! We do live on Earth after all."
>"But ponies don't exist on Earth!"
"Of course they do!"
>You feel a mild headache coming on.
>You rub your forehead with a hoof and try to explain.
>Lyra isnt having any of it.
>As you argue with her, the world slowly begins to deconstruct around you.
>The walls crumble, the floor disipates.
>All three of you are terrified.
>The green fields, towering mountains and surrounding buildings all burn away leaving a pure white space.
>Eventually there is nothing but white.
>An endless void, with the three of you stood in the centre.
>In the distance, you can see another few ponies looking around in confusion.
>You attempt to speak but your voice flutters away and fades.
>The other ponies seem to have noticed your congregation and are now approaching you.
>A huge range of colour is on display.
>The mares heavily outweigh the few stallions present.
>It's clear all of them are attempting to speak but seem to be meeting the same resistance you did.
>You suddenly feel very tired.
>You eyes droop as you attempt to combat your sudden drowsiness.
>But sleeping sounds so nice right now...
>You'll worry about it later...
>For now you sleep...
>Vinyl...

>That familiar beeping fills your sensitive ears.
>They flick and twitch at the new sensation.
>You wish you could sleep some more, you feel so tired.
>Maybe you're just hungry.
>You peel open your eyes.
>Still in the hospital it seems.
>The doctor and your mother are stood over you.
>Why do you suddenly feel so small?
>You wipe the sleep away from your large eyes with a hoof.
>They seem to be talking with each other.
>It's kind of hard to make out though.
>Your mother looks very worried.
>Maybe you should say something?
>Control slowly returns to your equine body.
>Wait... This doesn't feel right.
>Like this is a new sensation.
>You might even say it feels strange?
>Why should it? You have always been a pony right?
>Your hazy vision slowly realigns itself.
>You can clearly see how panicked both of them are.
>You look down.
>Yep, you are clearly a pony.
>You flick your tail a few times, stretch your limbs and lick your teeth.
>Ugh. Tastes like you've been out for quite a while.
>You cough furiously, your throat is like a desert right now.
>They're both still staring at you, unmoving.
"Hello?"
>Your voice is just like in those dreams.
>Of course it is silly! Why wouldn't it be?
>They both gasp in tandem and begin whispering to each other.
"Mom?"
>She breaks away quickly and looks at you, slack jawed?
>"V-vincent?"
>What? Your name wasn't vincent.
"Did you forget my name Mom? It's Vinyl."
>She raises an eyebrow.
>"Y-you don't remember?"
"Remember what?"
>She looks to be on the verge of tears.
>"E-everything!"
>You want to hug her really bad.
>But the bed sheets are holding you down.
>You simply give her a smile instead.
>Through her bloodshot eyes you see a glimmer of hope.
"Are... the others okay?"
>The doctor sighs.
>"Most of them changed too... we still don't know why."
>"But, you aren't infectious! So, as long as you feel fine you can talk about getting you home."
>Home! You feel much better at the simple mention of it.
>"I have to go check on the other patients. Call me if you need anything."
>He leaves the room, mom sits on the chair next to your bed.
>"S-so. How do you feel?"
"Uh. Normal I guess."
>"So you don't remember..."
"Remember what?"
>"Being human."
"No. I-I was always a pony right?"
>You look over to her and she averts your gaze.
>You must have been human at some point...
>But you remember your entire life! You were always a pony.
"I remember everything else though Mom..."
>"Okay..."
>You sit there in an uncomfortable silence for several minutes.
"I'm still your daughter right?"
>She wipes her eyes before nodding.
>"It'll... be a strange adjustment that's for sure."
"So when are we going home?"