“If you're reading this...
Congratulations, you're alive.
If that's not something to smile about,
then I don't know what is.”
-Chad Sugg, "Monsters Under Your Head."
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August 25th, Noon
“Mmm, who’s cooking what,” Volare moaned as he breathed in the smell of biscuits and eggs; fried, by the smell of it. He felt his stomach rumble at the thought.
…wake a sec…
Dead men don’t smell breakfast cooking or feel their stomachs growling!
Volare’s eyes snapped open and he took in the scene around him as his eyes focused. Everything seemed…almost too brightly colorful and cheerful, almost as if it weren’t real. But the wooden floor he was lying on was certainly real, as was the blanket covering him.
And so was the smell of the food!
“H-hey!” he croaked, his voice cracking in his dry throat. He could hear movement on the other side of a wall, which was where the smells seemed to be coming from. “Who’s there?” He tried to weakly sit up, but only fell back down again; his legs feeling too weak and wobbly to support himself.
The clatter in the other room ceased almost immediately with a gasp, and Volare could hear footsteps clicking on the hardwood floor, and after a moment, their owner appeared around the corner…and Volare’s mind just about snapped in two.
“Oh hey bro, welcome back to the land of the living,” the small green and purple dragon…yes a frickin dragon…greeted him cheerfully. But Volare’s thoughts had checked out for the moment because he realized who the dragon was, but he just wasn’t quite grasping it yet. He responded to the dragon’s salutation with a series of breathy mumbles. “Um, are you ok, dude?” the dragon’s green eyes betrayed a look of concern, but Volare didn’t quite come to his senses until the dragon clicked his claws in front of his face.
“Huh-wha-how the-what’s going on here?!” Volare finally got his mouth and brain working again. “I’m supposed to be dead!”
“Well, um, you’re not!” the dragon replied with a grin. “And that’s always good news!”
“Then I must be going insane or dreaming, because you’re a frickin talking dragon who cooks breakfast and I know your name,” Volare babbled. Even to a figment of his imagination, he must look totally out of it. “You’re Spike.”
“Yep, the one and only…er, well, at least the only Spike I’ve ever met,” he shrugged his shoulders before giving Volare a sideways look. “Say, how do you know who I am?”
Volare’s mind searched for the answer, but he was in no condition to go into that just yet. “Just…let’s say it’s a long story and…um…Spike, I’ve got a question,” Volare announced, trying to bend his knees under the blanket. “How come I can’t feel my toes?”
“Oh, that’s cause you don’t have any toes, dude,” Spike said matter-of-factly. “At least, not anymore.”
Volare’s eyes widened in fright. “Did you cut them off or something?! Is that what you’re cooking in there?! Oh God, I’m salivating in here over the smell of my own toes being cooked for breakfast!!!” Volare started to panic, thrashing under the blanket but getting his legs tangled up.
“Calm down, dude! Ah crap! Twilight, Dash, you better get down here!!” Spike shouted towards the stairs. “Your flyboy is up and he’s freaking out!”
Volare’s ears heard the familiar names, but his mind didn’t register them as he finally got out from under the blanket and tried to scoot away from Spike, utterly convinced this was some sort of bad hallucination or dream. He should be dead, for crying out loud!!!
He heard footsteps, or rather, hoofsteps on the stairs and as he turned to look, he saw two more beings right out of his memories. The purple Unicorn nearly got run over by the rainbow-mained Pegasus as she raced into the room, stopping just feet away from him before the Unicorn joined her.
“First!” the Pegasus declared, much to the chagrin of the Unicorn.
“So getting here to greet him first was more important than not knocking me down the stairs, Dash?” she said in irritation.
“Oops,” the Pegasus grinned sheepishly before turning to Volare with a wide and friendly smile. “Hey, nice to see you’re awake! I’m Rainbow Dash, fastest flyer in Equestria, and my slower friend here is Twilight Sparkle,” she exclaimed as Twilight rolled her eyes.
Volare looked back and forth between the two before he screamed in confusion and fear and took off crawling across the lobby. Dash immediately guffawed loudly at the sight but quickly shut up as Twilight scowled at her.
“He’s obviously very shaken up, Dash. Give him a break!” She slowly trotted up to Volare, who had comically tried to climb the bookcase wall in panic, but had merely succeeded in hurling books all over the floor. He turned to face her, back pressed against the wall and his chest heaving in panicked breaths as she gave him the kindest smile she could muster.
“It’s ok. We’re not going to hurt you,” Twilight said softly, taking small steps towards him.
“W-where am I?” Volare finally spat out again. “Why am I here? This isn’t some sorta crazy afterlife is it?”
“No, no, no,” Twilight shook her mane. “You’re in my library and this is certainly not the afterlife.”
“But why am I here?” His breathing had slowed a bit but his eyes were still wide and very confused.
“That…is a bit of a difficult question to answer,” Twilight tapped her chin with her hoof before Dash spoke up.
“You’re here because your plane fell out of the sky and I swooped in and saved your butt!” Dash punctuated the statement by flying up to the ceiling and diving back down again with a dramatic flare of her wings. “And then I created an awesome Sonic Rainboom and Twilight’s spell activated and brought us back here!” She smiled proudly, but Volare’s mouth simply hung wide open.
“Y-you saved me?” he asked in shock, his mind playing back over the crash…the fire…the pain…and then the flash of blue and prism colors.
“Heck yeah I did, cuz I’m awesome like that!” Dash crossed her forelegs and hovered in midair proudly. “Could’t let ya get cooked and all.”
Twilight facehoofed heavily. So much for taking things slow, though she knew that wasn’t Dash’s modus-operandi anyway. She looked back to Volare, who still wore a look of surprise, but at least his jaw had risen from near his chest somewhat as he digested all this new information. “Sorry if that was a little blunt for you,” she apologized. “Dash can be…a little more forward than most ponies.”
“Hey I just don’t like wasting time, that’s all,” Dash shot back. “Besides, I’m not nearly as bad as Pinkie Pie in the “in-your-face” department!”
“Dash, that’s like comparing a earthworm to a python. Nopony is as “in-your-face” as Pinkie is,” she chuckled. Volare managed a smile at that one; she was right after all.
“So, you sorta calmed down yet, flyboy?” Dash asked with a friendly smile.
“Yeah, a bit…but…are you sure this isn’t a dream?” Volare asked, looking back and forth between Dash, Twilight, and Spike, who had since gone back to cooking breakfast, only glancing back every once in a while as his friends handled the situation.
“Not unless we’re all having the same dream,” Spike replied from in the kitchen. “But that’d just be weird as heck!”
“Yeah, it’d be like that one movie if we were all in the same dream at once,” Volare muttered.
“Say what?” Dash asked curiously.
“Um, nevermind,” Volare shook his hands in front of himself to dismiss the subject…except he didn’t have hands. “Whoa, what the hell?!” He looked down at the hooves that had replaced his hands and then finally down at his feet. Spike was right; he didn’t have toes anymore! He had frickin hooves!! He looked back up at Twilight and Dash, fresh panic in his eyes. “OK…what the hell happened to my body?” He squeezed his eyes shut, afraid to look at the rest of himself.
“Dash,” Twilight spoke up. “Go get my mirror, please. Now Volare look, I”-
“Whoa, how do you know my name!?” he cried suddenly, but Dash gestured to the tattered flight suit draped over the back of a chair.
“Your name was on your flight suit,” the Pegasus explained as she fetched the mirror and carried it over in her mouth before Twilight took it with the magical glow of her horn. “Your name is Volare, right? Or did you kill the real Volare and steal his clothes?”
“What the-yeah…yeah, that’s my name,” he confirmed, smiling at her comment despite his fresh fear.
“Dude, we looked up your name and what it means!” Dash smiled brightly. “It’s Latin for “flight”! How sweet is that!? And you’re a pilot and everything. Pre-tty sweet, man,” Dash crossed her hooves again and nodded approvingly, hoping to calm him through compliments; hey, it always worked for her!
“Heh, thanks Dash,” he replied with a slightly embarrassed smile as Twilight approached with the mirror before her.
“Ok Volare, this may come as a bit of a shock to you…or judging by what I’ve seen of you already, a really big shock,” Twilight frowned. “But you’ve gotta know the truth at some point. Take a look.” She floated the mirror in front of Volare who gasped loudly as he beheld himself.
“I…I…” he grabbed the mirror in both hooves and his silver-blue eyes went wide as inspected his new body, a short layer of blue fur covering nearly every inch of himself. “I’ve got a muzzle…and four legs, and a mane, and a tail and…” he then felt something move on his back and he moved the mirror upwards past his yellow and black mane. “Holy crap…I’ve got wings! I’ve got frickin wings!! Oh my god! Holy shit…I’m a flying Pegasus!!!!” he exclaimed, unable to help the wide grin that split his face. The feathered appendages wiggled almost of their own accord, sending the strangest feeling along Volare’s spine It wasn’t an unpleasant one, but it was certainly different!
“Heh, you can thank Dash for those,” Twlight smiled, but then Volare looked back up at her fearfully.
“What…what happened to my real body? My human one?”
“Oh, is that what you bipeds call yourselves? Humans? Interesting,” Twilight nearly ran out of the room for a quill and scroll but stopped herself at the last minute; there’d be plenty of time to take notes later! “Sorry about that, Volare…I get carried away in my studies sometimes.” She blushed slightly.
“Come on and tell him why I decided he should have wings and be a sweet Pegasus like me,” Dash butted in with a smirk as she elbowed Twilight impatiently.
“Very funny, Rainbow Dash,” Twilight replied with a shake of her mane. “It’s a good thing you’re the Element of Loyalty and not the Element of Modesty; I dunno how you’d survive.” Dash opened her mouth to shoot something back, but quickly slammed it shut again before grumbling in her throat. The Unicorn gave her friend a self-satisfied smirk of her own before turning back to Volare, who chuckled a bit at the proud Rainbow Dash being told off by the egghead Twilight Sparkle; a rare occurrence indeed. “I apologize again, Volare.”
“Nah, it's no problem, relatively speaking,” he waved a hoof pointedly. Man, he didn’t know if he could ever get used to this. “So…why am I in the body of a pony? I take it you couldn’t save my old body…how bad was it?” he asked with a wince.
“Alright brace yourself, Volare,” Twilight put a comforting hoof on his shoulder. “It’s a good thing you’re already sitting down because this may be rather hard for you to hear.”
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“Man, this guy sure passes out a lot,” Dash exclaimed as she and Twilight dragged the unconscious blue and yellow Pegasus over to the couch and tossed him onto it. “I hope it’s not a health problem.”
“No, I’d say it’s more of a ‘holy Celestia I’m in a different world, my old body is gone forever and I’ll never be able to live my old life again so I’m gonna panic and pass out now’ sort of problem,” Twilight said sarcastically; but she said it in such a dead-pan tone that Dash cracked up anyway. “Hope you didn’t make eggs for four, because I don’t think Volare’s going to be joining us quite yet, Spike.”
“Hey no problem; extra helpings for me aren’t something I’m gonna argue about,” the dragon declared as he plunked the plates of food down on the table and noisily dug into his own eggs and biscuits.
“Hey Spike,” Rainbow Dash paused before heading to the kitchen just yet. “Gimme and Twilight just a few moments; we need to talk about something real quick.”
“We do?” Twilight asked before being pulled towards the front door.
“Don’t take too long guys, or I’ll eat your food too!” Spike stated between mouthfuls of eggs.
“Dash, what’s going on now?” Twilight asked before Dash shushed her with a wing. “What is it?” she hissed.
“Ok, during our whole retelling of how Volare got here, you notice how he said he was chasing a mysterious blue object and how I left the part out about me being that object?” Dash whispered, glancing back at the couch to see Volare still out cold.
“Yeah, what of it?” Twilight asked, a little confused.
“Look…I don’t want Volare to know that was me, ok?” Dash wore a look of worry. “I don’t want him to know that I’m the reason he nearly got killed. Imagine how mad he might get if he found out!”
Twilight nodded in understanding. “Yes I see…but you sure it’s not better to tell him as soon as possible so you’re not basically lying to him all the time, Dash?”
“No, that’s not a better idea Twilight!” Dash hissed in irritation. “That’s the worst possible idea! Just promise me you won’t ever tell him, ok? Cuz if he finds out and hates me forever for what I nearly did to him….that’d be almost as bad as if I’d just let him hit the ground and die in the first place!” Dash again gave Twilight the pleading face from earlier, and it succeeded yet again after a few moments of uncertainty. Twilight bowed her head in concession.
“Alright Dash, I’ll do it…but only for you because you’re my friend!” She gave the Pegasus a stern look. “But if he ever finds out about this, it’ll be on your head, understand?”
“Relax Twilight,” Dash said with a return of her usual confident smile. “With a little luck, the thought’ll never cross his mind…”
“Ok then,” Twilight nodded and headed back to the kitchen. “Hey Spike, we said to wait!” she shouted as they trotted in on Spike devouring hers and Dash’s biscuits.
“Sorry guys,” Spike burped and smiled a bit guiltily but still continued to eat their breakfast. He was enjoying getting back at them a little for making him stay up while they got to rest. “I gave you fair warning and you two took too long!”
“Not cool dude,” Dash crossed her wings and forelegs and shook her rainbow-maned head in disappointment. “Not cool at all…”
The shaking of her mane flashed a multitude of colors across the room and onto Volare’s face, threatening to bring up familiar memories into his slumber. But just as the prismatic visions reached the surface, they sank to the bottom of the river of his consciousness. Volare slept on peacefully, dreaming of flying higher than he ever had before.
Soon…very soon, he’d get a chance to do more than just dream about it…
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*sigh* another brony in Equestria. I suppose this one has a little twist that the guy is a pilot but...the odds of this story being anything but formulaic are not looking good
374072 Patience, grasshoppah!
Small difference already: he doesn't necessarily WANT to be there. Heck, he just realized his dream of joining the Blue Angels and now it's all been taken from him against his will...I'd be fairly frustrated too!
his dream of joining the Blue Angels is taken away form him? oh boo hoo! just get him to join the wonder bolts
"Volare looked back and forth between the two before he screamed in confusion and fear and took off crawling across the lobby. "
I can't read that without chuckling from the visualization.
374152 Give the poor guy a break; he just nearly died!
And I think joining those guys is the last thing on his mind at the moment, seeing as how he has trouble just standing up right now
374194 Glad ya got a chuckle out of it. I'm so mean to Volare
Dash, you're kinda a dick XD
Also, all the awkward sorta chapters should be outta the way and the true plot of the story can now commence!
Also also, please feel free to shoot me ideas and tips on what you'd like to have included (The plotline gets fairly flexible from here on out) or if you see something I'm leaving out or neglecting, let me know!
Thanks!
374637 I feel so appreciated!
For real, thanks ^^
Okay... this is awesome. Enough said. But the title of the chapter made me go,
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You, my friend, are missing the, "Chapter 2:" in the front of your title.
DUDE!
He's got the same Manestyle and colors as Clockworx, Celestia's mad scientist!
374692 lol you're welcome
374701 hee hee hee Dash is smart enough to listen in on their conversations and figure out what a jet is :P
Or maybe I'll addresses it later...Dashie has alot of things she hasn't talked about that she's seen on Earth ^^
374711 thanks! Fixed it!
375224 Who's that? Oo
My OC from 'Squad Equestria'.
He's a tad....screwy.
His body isn't really lost forever right? Just grab a medical book from some library at Earth at night and thus, after some time for Twilight to study, problem (relatively) solved?
375617
Lawl.
Seems legit.
No prob!
375638 LOL orly? I'd like to see this screwy pony
375680 Most of his body's skin except for what was covered by the helmet was burnt off and he had other internal injuries from the crash...so yes, his old body is totally gone for good.
There's a slight problem with that theory: if they use a book to create a new body, he'd have a generic medical book body. Volare wouldn't be Volare anymore
When he finds out about this, he's gonna be understandably upset...
EDIT: next chapter update tomorrow, and it's a bit of a doozy!
Expect a few revelations and LOTS of comedy!
You missed a word right near the end: "Rainbow shook his rainbow-maned in disappointment"
I assume you want to put head there, you just.... didn't.
*sigh* Spots, spikes, and alicorn wings... why can't authors make their ponies look normal? I think you did a good job on writing, but your character choice is killing it. (Suppose the spots are due to burns, but they honestly look like spots)
Any chance you could make the paragraph spacing consistent? It would make your fic look cleaner.
If you don't mind, I'm going to ignore the OC and go back to my personal mental image of Volare. The story itself is great, but frankly, OCs like that give me aneurysms.
I want him to HAVE SEX! WITH RAINBOW DASH!
*Sigh* I hate ponified HIE.. Its just not the same... :/
NO BUCKING FRECKLES! YOU NEVER SAID (while he was human) THAT HE HAD ANY FRECKLES!
but i guess the reast is ok.
im trying to picture him to look like somewhat of sorein... but ya know differnt so i dont get the two confused.
so he will never have fingers again.. wait i bet lyra can help him there might be hope for him yet then agian the next 330k will probably decide that 4 me
376105
So what the you'd still be human. And humans are cool.
374246 Dude? I don't think ponies eat eggs.
374072 dude, keep reading, this fic is anything but typical. It's rather interesting. And do most brony in Equestria stories start out with the person nearly dead and horribly, horribly damaged?
That pony picture at the bottom though...
...I keep feeling like he's about to scream things like 'It's time to duel!' and "I believe in the heart of the cards!"
you do realize that humans have jets that can do roughly 4600 mph
rainbow dash top speed would be no more than 900 mph due to her struggling to do a rainboom
if pilots wanted to catch her they would catch her also there manovering skills would be far better not having to worry about strain on flesh and tissue.
also it would be physically impossible for a Pegasus to do that speed and live. as you get faster the air around you became for lack of better words more dense so if her speed surpassed 4600 mlp then simply turning even a mm to the left would shatter every bone in her wings and after they broke the sheer speed of the fall would kill her well before she hit the ground.
I dont know how to feel about dis story... and why do OCs always look like shit ... dl.dropbox.com/u/31471793/FiMFiction/emoticons/sillyfilly_Scootaloo.png wat juz sayan dl.dropbox.com/u/31471793/FiMFiction/emoticons/misc_Pinkie_loool.png
Dude... Ur hair... It's so frickin weird. strangest but also cool pony hair ever.
Volare looks like Phoenix Wright.....fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/038/4/5/phoenix_wright_pony_by_sprinklehen-d4oxr0k.jpg
Tell me, how do ponies in Magic Pony Land know what English and Latin are?
374122
Why would they know what English or Latin is?
374194 i fucking lol'd when i read that part.
That thing is hideous, Volare deserves better...
Tehy do have movies in eqd
1279331
lol wut.
I just think your OC looks terrible....
Not a bad start to "brony in equestria" fic
Looks to me like he got burned(bad pun I know) to me.
Better than what I can draw, and I suck at drawing.
1946720
...you don't know about planes and speed... do you...?
861150with lots of butter!!!
That damn pony creator has to be one of the worst things that has come out of the fandom. I cringe every time I see one of them as a avatar.
FAHKING BLACK SPOTS!
This is what I would say, "HOLY MOTHERFUCKING BITCH HORSE SHIT!!!!!!"
2475904 Same
Volare is Italian for fly, soar, fly by, pass quickly, or, coincidentally fall off LIES!
*snicker* *snicker*
jkjkjk. I feel bad for him! I hope those heal up pretty quickly
1279331 it`s a fimfic don`t question it
374122 those burn marks look really cool with that dark blue fur and all
I like the burn marks on the coat, and the colors of the mane. But the man itself kind of ruins the image. I have never seen a style like that, and I don't think it fits the body well.