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// Chapter 1: New World, New Rules, New Body 
// Story: My Equine Adventure 
// by YoungQuillMaster 
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Chapter 1: New World, New Rules, New Body

I finally woke up after my little escapade. My head still slightly hurt, but other than that I felt alright. I looked around, but all I saw were blurs of fields of flowers. My glasses were gone! I had lost them upon my entry. I started to shuffle frantically, and rather awkwardly, around the flowers in an attempt to find my glasses. I realized that something was shifting among the grass behind me. Out of instinct, I turned and tried to see what was coming towards me. All I could see was a yellow blur. I waved toward it trying to gain its attention. Evidently my attempts worked because soon enough the figure drew nearer to me. I then began to speak to whatever it was,

“Excuse me, it seems I have lost my glasses among these flowers. Would you please help me find them?” The figure seemed to nod and start searching around me. A few times it brushed by me, all I felt was fur. Man, this person must be hot in that fur coat. Then again, it might be usual to wear fur clothing, and if that was true then I needed some new clothes, and stat. Soon enough I heard a voice, a female one, I could only guess it was the person helping me find my glasses,

“Pardon me, sir.” I looked toward the person and signaled for her to continue. “Are these your glasses?” Sure enough they were. They had the distinct markings of erosion by means of sweat making the metal parts in contact with my ears either green or a more silver like color. 
“Yes ma’am, those are definitely my glasses.” I reached out and grabbed them and slid them on. I blinked a few times as my eyes readjusted to the pure vision that my glasses provided me. I looked around the country where I was. It was nice, the sun looked exactly like ours; the birds were singing as pretty as ever, if not prettier, the trees were normal; all around it definitely was earth like. I looked at the flowers, they were still as pretty as I thought they would be, butterflies also were whizzing to and fro, bees hummed as they gathered pollen. I finally looked at the creature, it was a pony. A PONY! “HOLY MOLLY, WHAT THE CRUD IS THAT!?” The pony jumped back and looked behind her, obviously thinking what I had shouted at was behind her. I then lifted my hand and saw it was a hoof, I was an equine. I then realized that the flank of the pony that had saved me from losing my glasses had a mark on her flank. It was three butterflies. Did my eyes deceive me? Slowly the pony in question turned back toward me and had a questioning look in her eyes. “Sorry, I’m a bit jumpy right now. I have a question. Are you perhaps Fluttershy?” At this she gasped as somepony she didn’t know knew her name. I, already being a brony, knew the main characters of MLP, but I never thought that my ‘Rift Maker’ would have sent me to this place much less did I suspect that my ‘Rift Probe’ would find it.   I searched for the words to defend myself and also calm Fluttershy down. “I remember you from the ceremony of the defeat of Discord.” These words seemed to calm her down. I then looked back at myself and looked at my new body. I was a tan color on my coat and my main and tail were both blonde, this was rather similar to my human form. I saw that I still wore my traditional black shirt with my white lab coat. I also noticed my pants weren’t on. I hoped that I had entered the portal with them on or my reputation as a scientist was forfeit. I noticed that my Cutiemark was a flask pouring a fluid into another bellow, obviously showing my talent to be science, as it should be. I then resolved to stand up and stretch my back. I thus executed my purpose only to tumble backward and remember I was no longer a creature of bipedal nature. I then stood up on my four legs and shuck myself off. “Might I ask you to tell me where Ponyville is?” She simply pointed her hoof westward. After nodding and smiling at her, I was off. I made sure I was out of sight, and after completely making sure I was, I looked over my body again. I arrived at the conclusion that I must be a unicorn, mostly because I had a horn and no matter how much I tried, wings would not unfold even only to be stopped by my black undershirt. I stood up again and walked, or should I say trotted, off towards the west. Celestia was setting her sun at my back as the sight of Luna’s moon greeted my eyes. If I was correct I probably would make it to Ponyville by around midnight. With this thought in mind I simply decided to bunker down under a small tree’s raised roots. 

I awoke the next morning, completely bewildered by the fact that the sun was in my face and that my alarm was not sounding. Although the shock of thumping against a tree almost frightened me to death, I quickly realized that I was not in my apartment in Ponce anymore. I no longer was in my home of Puerto Rico, no more. But soon the prospect of meeting my favorite equine TV stars was enough to get me started on the day. I fixed my mane in the way I usually would do with my normal hair, brush the bangs to the side and pat down the obstinate tuft of hair on the part line. I stretched my back in a more cat like manner than what an equine would probably do, but it was a little bit understandable since I had only been in this form for a few hours. I set my direction toward the rising sun and trotted off again towards the town, that had still had not shown itself on the horizon. After a few minutes, I found myself at Rarity’s shop. I looked down on my clothes, they looked rather clean in my eyes, but I might want a saddlebag or a hat to complete my outfit, and turn from a scientist to a respectable gent… stallion. I walked in, and as I did, the bells above the door announced my presence. I could only hope that she was open or else I might get charged with breaking and entering. With the prospect of an accusation of breaking and entering, a memory came to mind… a time when that accusation had come my way in a very ridiculous manner. I had been living in Greenville, South Carolina for about three days after graduating from college. I had just purchased a small apartment and had been fixing it up to my liking while I worked to get the money to fly to Puerto Rico, the place where I had been born and raised. I had just come back from shopping for provisions. I walked up the stairs and came to my room. I inserted the key, but it didn’t fit. I looked at the plank to the left of the door, yep, 89-B my room, also confirmed by my key chain. I then reached behind my mailbox and found my spare key, but I still didn’t budge. I scratched my head at my predicament. Already knowing the door’s one weakness, I gave it a solid kick at the center. The door swung open and smacked against the wall. I flipped on the lights and was met by a very weird sight. Two couches on the right, a love seat on the left, and a picture of some person at Disney on the far wall. This wasn’t my set up at all! My set up was one couch and a loveseat on the left, my entertainment center on the right, and a painting I had made of a flower during college. I walked out of the apartment, only to be seen by the returning owner, who promptly ran back down the stairs and began dialing on his phone for 9-1-1. Great, now I had an owner who thought I had stolen his stuff and put it into a brown bag, because that is what my groceries were in. Soon enough, the police arrived, to find me standing by the door of the man’s house.

“Sir, please come with us.” I happily complied; I had nothing to hide, only an embarrassing mistake, which I still did not understand. As we descended the stairs they read me my rights, took my bag, and gave me a nice pair of solid steel handcuffs. We arrived in the police station rather quickly where I explained my story. The owner, who had come with us, began to laugh towards the end, at which, the officers and I were rather perplexed. After he recovered from his laughter, he explained his reaction,

“The plank to the right of the door is the number of the room. Your apartment was one door over.” Soon the officers and I began to laugh. I was promptly relieved of my cuffs, given my groceries back, and returned to my REAL home. 

Suddenly a voice brought me back from memory lain.

“May I help you, sir? Is something wrong?” I shook my head trying to focus on reality.

“Sorry, I just had a memory pop up, and yes, I was looking for something to complete my outfit. A hat or something of that nature, and also I was hoping for some saddlebags, if you carry any.” Rarity looked at me in slight confusion of the nature of my request, but soon I found that she was circling me, looking at my current outfit, and probably, how to collaborate as best as she could with it. Soon she was off to a side room, but I dared not follow in case she was coming back or I was not to follow. Soon, she reappeared with white saddlebags enveloped in her magic. She was fitting a metal buckle to it that bore a partial representation of my Cutiemark. “Oh, the buckle is not necessary ma’am.” Rarity again looked at me, and quickly discarded the two buckles. I fumbled with them in my magic, which was red, and finally placed them on my back. Soon she led me into a room that had attachments for any number of outfits. I soon was trying every top hat, tie, straw hat, and every other trinket she could muster up. We eventually arrived at the end of her selection; if this one didn’t fit I would have to go on looking like my scientific self. She levitated it to it position and allowed me to glance at my reflection in the mirror. It was a red bowtie, and no matter how simple it seemed compared to the rest, I liked it. “Perfect, just what I was looking for.” At these words Rarity looked surprised, as I could see in the refection in the mirror behind me. I took out my wallet, as useable as possible, and looked inside. Nope, they were still just green dollars and a few quarters and dimes. I had no way to pay for it, no matter how much I liked it, and even with her being the element of generosity, I could not expect that I could get it. “Unfortunately, it seems I can’t get it.” At this I sighed heavily and took it off. Rarity looked even more surprised, as her jaw gapped open. 

“May I ask why not, good sir?” Rarity asked me. I took a deep breath in and a deep breath out. I then turned to her as I said,

“It seems that I forgot my coin pouch, and it would be more than a month’s travel away, so I must leave it.” I made no attempt at dramatizing with ‘woe is me’s and so on and so forth. I made my tone as serious as possible, making sure whatever decision she would make would not be in consequence of any woeful tone I produced. Not waiting for her to answer, I started towards the door of the shop, only to feel her magic grasp me and tie the bowtie around my neck. I started to reach my hoof to untie it, but I felt her magic grasp it and put it on the ground once more. I turned to her and said once more, “I have no way to pay you for it, no matter how much I would love to have it I cannot accept.” Rarity gave me her look. The one that meant, take it or take it. She was as abstinent as the tuft of hair along my part line, but in no ways as annoying.

“I insist, and if the time comes, you can repay me.” I nodded and smiled. I now knew that I probably wasn’t going to leave the area. I couldn’t leave for a while yet, not with this debt to Rarity.

Soon enough I saw the most energetic pony in all of Equestria. She reacted almost the same way she had done for Twilight in episode one. The thought of Twilight gave me an idea. She was the most knowledgeable pony in the vicinity. Since I had lack of knowledge towards the time line, mostly because I hadn’t watched to many MLP episodes in recent days, she would be the most suited to inform me. I headed towards the tree library, only hoping on my memory of directions from the show to aid me through the streets. I soon reached the library; it was bigger than I had thought it would be. I didn’t just look like a tree, it was as large as any tree in Pennsylvania’s many forest. I walked in and wasn’t really quite sure what to expect, but the sight of the towering shelves was comforting enough. I reminded me of my office, with more encyclopedias and books of common knowledge, or not so common knowledge, than you could shake a pen at. I soon heard hoofsteps coming down the flight of stairs. Soon, enough Twilight appeared and looked at me. Strange, every pony I had met so far gave me that look. I could only guess it was because I was a new comer to their town, but unknown to them was the fact I was a new comer to all of Equestria.

“May I help you find something, sir?” I nodded and replied,

“Yes, I was hoping for some… insight.” Twilight raised an eyebrow at me. I knew my request wasn’t what you would expect. I then continued in explanation, “I am a scientist who is passing by and I was hoping for some incite in the ways of the town, and I thought the library would be a good place to start.” Twilight then seemed to understand. We must have talked for several hours, but it was a nice talk. I soon was up to speed on the current events and was as packed with as much information as I was when I was twelve to thirteen, the prime years of my bronyhood. Finally she made me a question I had hoped to avoid,

“Where are you from?” I pondered how to answer this, and soon I thought I had an answer that was a polite one and that would smack the troublesome question down to the dirt.

“A far away city, but it is of little importance. I doubt many ponies would know of it or where it is, being as it is a border colony, in a way much like Ponyville that borders the Everfree forest except we border the known world.” Twilight seemed to take this answer, although I knew it was in no wise a truthful one, no matter how you sliced it. 

“So mister… Oh my, it seems I didn’t catch your name.” I wasn’t quite prepared for this one yet. Should I go with my real name? It might aid my friends in finding me if they came to find me, but it would be such an unusual name for a pony. Then a thought came to me. My username in that pony site… um... Oh yes, Fim Fic. What was it... oh yes, Young Quill Master. I could use both names but rely on one in a stronger manner than the other with the ponies.

“My name is Johann Webster, well, that is when I am in the lab. Most call me Quill Master, being as I like to write.” Twilight seemed a bit confused by my double name. “My real name is Johann Webster but I am usually called Quill Master by those outside of the lab, as in common pony folk.” Twilight now seemed to understand.

“Well, Mister Webster, Do you have a place to stay here in Ponyville?” I chuckled to myself because she had used my real last name instead of my other one. But then again, how would it sound being called ‘Mister Master’? Just didn’t sound right, so Webster had to do.

“No, but I will manage, I have before.” I replied rather flatly.

“Alright, if you think you can make it.” Twilight seemed concerned, but I wasn’t about to stay in the same house as a lady I had no relationship to. I headed out of the library and onto the streets. I started my search for a place to sleep in to pass the night that had already come upon me. I soon found a suitable place to bunker down, another tree with raised roots. I took off my coat and bow tie and hung them on the branches of the tree. I folded my glasses and placed them where nopony would step on them and were I would not roll over and crush them.