Life as a Pony
by Tray Hunter
Editing by Doctor Brony
Prologue
Ok, let's do this...TEST TEST... is this thing on? Oh good...I'm not used to this.
Hi, I'm Smokey Snout and I hope you don't mind this weird beginning. A friend gave me this magical feather-thing that writes what I am saying.
...probably because he knows that my hoofwriting isn't that good.
Ok, I guess, I am the only pony in all of Equestria that can make sense of it at all.
If I just still had my hands...
I wasn't always the charming, black-winged colt I am now. In fact I was a human, like...uhm...two years ago.
Oh Luna, have I actually been here for so long?
Anyway, presumably everypony out there will either:
-Wonder what a human is
-Think I was crazy
-Ask how I kept this a secret for so long or
-Try to think, of the best way to return this "marestale" to the bookstore they got it from.
Well be assured that I will try to solve all these questions and concerns when I think the time is right. Actually the answer for the last one is at the bottom of the receipt you got with this copy. Yeah, that little thing there that says ‘All sales are final.’
Woah, woah, woah. Don’t get mad at me. Bits just don’t grow on trees, you know.
For all of you, that are in for a mind-blowing (and in fact all true) story, should probably wait on the last step. That’s right, back away from the trash can.
I mean, come on! Give me at least a chance to explain myself before calling one of these psychol- psychsol-.... these brain-doctors.
Given the chance that I might have become a teeny-tiny bit loco in this coco of mine, but I have an excuse: I have been transferred into a strange and confusing parallel universe and had lost all contact to my friends, relatives and most importantly, my message boards.
I remember as if it was yesterday...
Life as a Human
by Super Big Mac
Oh, uhm... Hey. My name is Johnny-Cider McAle. Or, whatever. Wow, this dragonfly thingy really works! Egh, I just woke up one day about a year or two ago, and... instead of hooves, I had these blobby appendages with five tofu-dog like things on the end. Oh, and my magic's gone. I can't access any of the powers I had had under my control. While these appendages make up for that with the grip they give me, I still miss teleportation. But, what's a pony gonna do? Especially when they wake up after a night of drinking copious amounts of salt-water and hard apple cider. I found myself in Mane- er, MAN-hatton, under the ol' statue that I usually woke up under. But, Miss Lay-Bray-Tay (Love brings Tolerance!) was not there. In her place, was a bipedal that I put in the primate group, like those of the tropical forests that the Neighians had populated so long ago. Oh, but the bipedal race that populates this strange world knows them as Mayans. I'm going pretty , but what can a colt do? Especially after finding out that where I came from is on National TV. *Ugh*. I just hope that my aunt Orange isn't too worried. I can't wait to get home, but I was too drunk at the time that I don't remember getting here. Maybe, just maybe...