Author's note, I recommend you read the description to get both perspectives that this story will have.
If you drive away from London and into Kent, you will eventually come across a grand white house, three stories high, 8 bedrooms, detached, with a pathway and gate, and long hedges leading to a fountain outside the front door. If you are lucky, you can sometimes see a dashing young man standing on the roof of this opulent property. If you are very lucky, it is the fourth Friday of an even numbered month, where you may be permitted to enter and regard the grandeur.
Of both the house and the man behind it of course.
My life is fantastic. I live here, gaining money from my ever working father in Thailand, spending on whatever I choose, using my precious time to do, well, whatever. I am homeschooled and predicted to get 11 A*s. My friends are few and far between...
Fine, I have but one friend, but he is the best man anyone could ever ask for. Jiles is simply a man for any man, loyal, obedient, caring. He is good to talk to, he never seems to have any problems with you, and can be a real wisecrack when he wants.
He also helps me timetable my life and does most of my organising, so that's a big plus.
"Master, these parties, these excuses to wreck the house down only to repair it again, is it all necessary?"
And of course, he tries to put me down at every opportunity.
"Course not, Jiles. I just feel like it." I sniffed at the wine glass in my hand.
"Mmm, smells like fresh roses. There's a hint of lemon in there somewhere too."
I downed the glass in one swift motion before throwing the glass against the floor while I watched in delight at it shattering.
"ANOTHER!"
Jiles did an eyeroll, that's like, one of his signature things to do.
"It's just, I fear, that you take it to excess. You drink underage, you allow other people to get mind-numbingly drunk on our property. People complain about the household."
"Bah, let them complain, sucks for them that they can't be as they wish. Why hamper my fun just because they can't have any?"
I do as I wish. No-one should get in the way of that. I want to throw a party, I have the means and motivation, why stop me? A few laws may get broken here and there but hey, what would life be if you never broke the rules?
My lustrous red hair glowed as the sun set in front of me, they were attempting to match eachother. It was time.
If you were very lucky on the fourth Friday of an even month, one could see a fair red haired boy leaning against the balcony of his home, fully suited, prim and proper, with his ever faithful butler standing next to him. The boy had a huge grin, but not excessively so, and his eyes danced around in his head as he realised it was time.
I am Maximillian Moorcroft, welcome to my world.
"Hehey, Moorcroft! Nice place you got here!"
"REVEL IN IT BITCH!!"
I may have been slightly out of it.
Anyways, everything was in full swing, the lights were low, the music was loud, booze, bitches, the whole shebang. Slags, tarts, chavs, anyone who would knew where it was at was coming here, to mine, for an opportunity to get as pissdrunk as possible, drink some more, dance badly to good music and generally have a good time.
"Yo Moorcroft!"
"Yo?!"
"Look over there," And he points out a petite girl, probably around 16 to 17, in this little black number, looking around, seeming rather lost and alone.
"And?"
"Well? Aren't you going to talk to her?!" Why are you looking at me so expectantly?!
"Why should I?"
"Well, I dunno, she looks alone, you own this place, she's kinda hot..."
I considered this for a few ticks. "Meh, I guess I shall. Beats all the common fare around here." I swung my arm around to all of the fake baked tarts around here, either passed out in a puddle of themselves or still dancing, just about. A flash went off as two of them did a self-shot, bow-legged, duckfaced, not appetizing at all. I could imagine the Facebook caption right there and then: Gr8 nite at Maxxies xoxo!!!
Sometimes, they make me question why I even do this. After all, they can't appreciate the house, not the paintings (nothing special, but they still get locked in the basement), not the gardens, not much really. But hey, that's not what they are here for. They're here to have a good time and have fun, and I'll give it to them. I like to do it, it gives me a good feeling without any extensive drawbacks, so I do it. This is as much my fun as it is theirs.
I stepped over to the girl, noticing that I staggered. This isn't supposed to be happening this early. Oh well.
"How are you enjoying it?!"
She jolted, startled. "What?!"
"This." I spun around and gave a short laugh. "Everything!" Myself included, of course!
"...It's nice, I guess..."
Nice? Just nice?
...Well, I guess 'nice' is a decent adjective. Not an 'epic!' or a 'sick!' or 'awesome!' but it'll have to do.
"...but why do you do it all though?"
Oh Lord.
"Please don't pull a 'Jiles' on me, I do all this cos I can."
I looked outside the open front door to see Jiles and a round Welshman whose name I couldn't recall at that point fighting off two guys who wanted to jump into the fountain. Oh come on, you guys...
"FOR FUCK'S SAKE JILES, LET THEM SWIM!" I shouted as jovially as drunk me could manage.
Jiles and Welshy looked to eachother and then back to me. Sadly, they weren't me. Jiles did the eyeroll and they both released the two guys, who promptly backflipped their way into the water. I turned back to the girl who was regarding me with a WTF expression. I didn't see what there was not to get, but damn, did she look fine with it!
I reached around her back for a wine bottle that was on a table behind her and took a hearty swig from it. .
"By the way, what's your name? I'm Maxillion."
Wait, that's not it. Another swig, another hot WTF face.
"I mean Maximon."
That still ain't right.
"Um, are you sure you're fine?"
"Yeah yeah. My name is... shiiiiiii..."
The world started fading to black around me. Of course, this was inevitable, it was just a question of when, and now, with this girl, this rare jewel in an ocean of trash fading away from me, I could only think of one thing.
Too fucking soon.
"Dammit..." I sighed as I hit the ground.
There are few certainties in life. Everyone is born. Everyone dies. That is pretty much all you have. You can create your own certainties if you wish. Mine came about pretty much as a result of what I choose to do on certain days. I will always wake up on a Saturday morning in my bed at 9:30 AM with a terrible hangover and a craving for Cheerios. This Saturday was a rare exception. I mean, it was 9:30, my head felt like it was going to explode and the craving was strong with me. However...
This isn't my bed. I thought to myself. I knew this before I had even opened my eyes. My bed is king-sized as opposed to queen-sized, my mattress is much softer, I have a 16 tog quilt and I am not nearly warm enough and the sun is falling on me in the wrong place. This isn't my bed.
Naturally this meant that someone was using my bed when I passed out. I do hope that Mary and Sue change the bedsheets.
Passed out too bloody soon. Didn't even catch that girl's name.
I lashed out with my leg in frustration, expecting to hit a bedpost, but didn't.
Odd.
I tried and failed once more. Now that I thought about it, my whole body felt smaller.
What in the- oh no, don't tell me...
I attempted to open my eyes, but closed them again at the blinding light.
Ouch! This is why I don't get up until 10:00! Gotta try again though.
I did and the light didn't hurt nearly as much. I lifted my head up and looked forward. Conveniently enough there was a mirror in front of me, and in the mirror...
Yep, it happened.
Staring back at me was a chocolate coloured unicorn stallion with a long, straw coloured mane that fell back behind his face and with light blue eyes. His, or should I say my, horn was abnormally long from what I could tell.
I am one of them now. Bronies to ponies, I saw this on the internet! First, Lauren Faust and Tara Strong became Celestia and Luna, then the Rainbow Dash guy, the Fluttershy girl, some others I can't remember, and now, me!
"Jiles!" I called. He needed to see this. We needed to formulate a plan. I mean, I am now a pony, what do?
Footsteps were heard reverberating around my room until the familiar black haired man came through the door.
"How can I help, Master..." He obviously noticed.
"...Yeah."
"...I suppose I should cancel your salon appointment, then, Maxie?"
"I believe that would be most appropriate."
Whelp, that's the first chapter of this thing. In the next chapter:
Jiles shows his side of events
Maxie eats Cheerios
Research is conducted.
Stay tuned, like, fav, etc.
-TheAirHideous