Today was gonna be a good day. I woke up at around 11 (as usual for the weekend), and noticed the weather was exceptionally nice for early January. I had a quick shower and got dressed. After selecting a Guns N Roses shirt from my pile of clean(ish) laundry, and placing my signature tweed fedora on my head, I decided to stick my head outside. It was strangely warm considering it was winter. The snow had not yet fallen, and the grass was still a bright green.
'Ya know, Curtis, the weather's nice, why not play guitar in the park? People might actually be enjoying the nice weather while it lasts, so you'll have an audience.' I thought to myself. So I went upstairs, placed my acoustic guitar in it's case, checked my pockets for picks, grabbed my wallet, left my parents a note, and headed out.
I had a good long walk from my house to the park, so I had plenty of time to think to myself. I was trying to come up with a song as I walked, humming a little melody. 'Yea, that was a good one. Gonna have to remember that one'. As I neared Main Street, I saw some people I recognized from school. Unfortunately, they weren't my friends. Oh no, I recognized them as the guys who were constantly in trouble. Not the people I liked being around. They also saw me, and if looks could kill, I would probably have burst into flames. Then they eyed my guitar case. Something sparked in their eyes. No doubt they were thinking about how much weed they could get for a guitar. "Yo, faggot!" They called. "Why don't you let us see what's in the case?"
That was NOT gonna happen. At all. Turning on my heals, I ran in the direction of home (hey, they were easily twice my size). My guitar case swinging wildly as I ran, I heard them also running after me. Then I tripped. Of all the times I could have tripped, it had to be when I was running for my life. It was exactly like a horror movie! "Shit!" I shouted. But, the weirdest thing happened. I saw a flash of light, and suddenly appeared about ten feet in the air. I no longer heard running footsteps, but the sound of two people talking. Not so much talking, as it was panicing. Before I could investigate, my guitar case landed on my head, knocking me out cold.
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I awoke because there was a throbbing pain in my skull. It felt as if my brain was trying to bust it's way out of my head. I then noticed I was still in bed. Perhaps I just hit my head while I was sleeping. I slowly opened my eyes and realized this wasn't my room. Instead of posters of Bon Jovi, Jimi Hendrix, and Slash there were... birdhouses? Judging my the sounds coming from them, there were actually birds in them. I slowly turned my head, and noticed what appeared to be a yellow and pink pony, about the size of a dog. After closer inspection, I noticed it also had wings and what appeared to be a tattoo of butterflies on it's ass. That wasn't even the weirdest part. It was also dusting a book shelf. Clearly I must be dreaming. Ponies are not that small, have wings, come in such colors, or clean things.
Turning around, she finally noticed me, and let out a squeak of surprise. Or terror. Possibly both. She immeadiately ran and hid behind a lamp. "T-t-twilight." she stammered. "H-he's awake!" Then a lavender colored unicorn entered the room. Wait-a freaking unicorn! "Hello." she said slowly. "My name is Twilight Sparkle. This is Fluttershy. You are here because something went wrong during one of my experiments in the forest. You are in no danger while you are here. We were unable to send you back when we realized what happened. For that we are most sorry. Do you understand?" I stared, dumbfounded. I seemed to have lost my voice, so all I could do was nod my head like and idiot. After a few seconds, I regained my voice and asked "W-where am I?" They explained to me that I was in a place called "Equestria" and just outside of the town of "Ponyville". This was apparently Fluttershy's home.
"So, sir, what's your name? And what are you?... That is, if you don't mind me asking." Fluttershy asked, timidly. "My name is Curtis. I am a human. And, please, you don't have to be so shy. I won't attack you, or anything."
"Oh, um, I'm just naturally shy, is all." Fluttershy replied, stepping away from the lamp. Then I remembered the throbbing pain in my head. "Hey, um, you didn't happen to find a guitar with me, did you?" I asked. "It's right here." Twilight replied, gesturing to a corner of the room. There my guitar case stood, with a few more scratches than before. "Thanks." I replied. "Well, this certainly is an odd dream. Talking ponies. Ha! Seriously, that is a great idea for a cartoon."
Fluttershy and Twilight just stared at their hooves. "Um, th-this isn't a dream. This is actually happening." Fluttershy squeaked. A wave of nausea hit me like a sack of bricks. Right on queue, a bucket was placed between my legs, where I promptly emptied the contents of my stomach. I felt something stroking my hair. "Shh shh. It's alright, let it all out." Fluttershy said in a soothing voice. "Th-thank y-you." I said. "Oh crap! My family and my friends are gonna be worried about me! And my school work, what am I going to do about school. How am I going to explain to everyone that the reason I was missing is because I was in a world inhabited by talking ponies!" I was freaking out now. This was not good.
"We will get this all sorted out as soon as we can." Twilight said, reassuringly. "Princess Celestia was my mentor, so she will help get you back home. In the meantime, I think it would be best if you stayed with me at my home while we sort that out." "Thanks, but I really don't want to impose on you." I said. "No! It's my fault you're in this mess, so it's the least I can do." Twilight said. She obviously wasn't going to take no for an answer. I had no choice but to concede defeat to her. Twilight smiled, pleased with her victory. "Let me just write a quick note to my assistant, and send your guitar to my place. He'll put it in the guest room, while we run some errands on the way back. Don't worry, it won't get lost. I promise." She said. I don't know why, but I trusted her, despite being total strangers.
"Okay, let me just get up and we'll head out." I said. As soon as I set by feet on the floor, a sharp pain shot through my left ankle, causing me to wince. "Is everything alright?" Fluttershy asked? "I'm fine. Must've twisted my ankle before I ended up here. I should be fine" I said, putting on a brave face. "Don't move!" Fluttershy commanded. I was not going to disobey a tone like that. After rummaging around in a closet, she returned with a pair of crutches. " Don't put any weight on that ankle for a few days." She instructed.
"Okay!" Twilight said. "Ready to go? I think I know exactly where to get everything you'll need while you're here. My friend Rarity should have no problems making you some clothes, so don't worry about anything. Well, let's head out." She said. I slowly hobbled down the stairs of Fluttershy's home, out the door, and towards a small town in the distance. 'This should be interesting." I thought to myself.