"Guuuuhhh...."
I awoke with my face flattened against the floor, and with great difficulty managed to push myself up. Something about this place didn't seem right. I looked up and took in my surroundings; the concrete floor, the concrete walls, and the bars blocking the only exit.
Great. No clue what happened and I'm already in jail.
My head was pounding, and my memory of last night was fragmented and hazy. It felt exactly like a hangover, but that's not possible. I would never drink alcohol. In fact I hated it, ever since that one time.
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The music was pounding, blaring the newest and very popular dubstep. The floor shook from the pure power of the bass. I took a deep breath and a smile spread across my face as an aroma of sweat, alcohol, and puke filled my nostrils. It was a high school party. I finally decided to go to one, and it was awesome. Everyone was having fun; there were people talking, dancing, breaking things, there were even a couple fights. But the best part of the night was the music.
This "dubstep" as it was called, was more amazing than the rumors I had heard about it. It had very intricate rhythms, yet it tied well with the hypnotic sounds of all the electronic effects that I heard. I think I heard someone say the DJ was called JAK3, but I wasn't too sure. His music was fucking awesome.
But it still didn't stack up against metal.
When my friends told me that this party could be even more enjoyable, I didn't believe them. When they told me how, I immediately refused. I would never do such a thing. Or so I thought. It took forever, but they were eventually able to convince me to try a beer.
It was horrible.
It was bitter, burned as it made it’s way down my throat, and dampened all my senses til they were almost useless. Yet it made me want more. It was hypnotizing; every time I finished one, I needed another. I don’t really remember much after my 6th beer, but I can recall one thing quite distinctly:
The fact that I woke up half naked and my wallet gone. My head felt like it was repeatedly imploding over and over, and that I was gonna puke at any second.
It appeared I was experiencing my first hangover, and it fucking sucked.
I stood up, and something fell off my forehead and slowly drifted to the floor. I bent down to pick it up, but the contents of my stomach churned, until they spilled out onto the table beside me. I looked away from the horrid mess I had caused, almost puking yet again from the smell of it.
I reached down for whatever fell off my head, being cautious this time. I picked up the pale yellow square that was a sticky note, and turned to reveal the words on it.
Quentin,
Last night was amazing. Hope it can happen again sometime.
-Garrison
My memory of Garrison was hazy, but it was there. I could remember that he was the only openly gay guy in school, but what that meant I had no idea, and something was telling me not to think about it. So I never did.
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I finally reached the cell bars, only to discover my inability of grasping them, so I simply leaned on them instead.
"Hello? Anyone here?"
"Heh, sleeping beauty over here's finally awake."
"Who's there? Show yourself!"
"No thanks; no need for you to see us"
"What is this place?"
"The Royal Canterlot jail; Princess's orders. You must have done something serious for the Princess to personally have you locked up."
Knock-knock
There was a rasp at a door just outside my field of vision.
"Who's there?"
"Celestia."
"Celestia wh- oh, oh come, uh come in."
My head hung low; my eyes oblivious to whatever was going on outside my cell.
"Leave us be."
"Yes your highness."
There was a series of footsteps outside my cell, followed by the slam of a door.
"How are you taking to your new body?"
It took me a minute to realize that this question was directed towards me.
"Huh?"
I looked down at my hands, only to discover they weren't hands at all, but were something entirely different. They were bright, white hooves. I looked the rest of my body over, taking in every detail; my white coat, my black and purple spiked mane, my tail of matching colors; I even had a horn. My whole body was that of a unicorn's.
I looked up to see a figure that I would have never thought I would get to see in real life: Princess Celestia.
"Wha-- how? I must be dreaming."
"No child, you most certainly are not dreaming."
"Well, then how did I get here? I don't remember a thing."
"According to my students, you were propelled out of Pinkamena's "Party Cannon," causing you to soar through the air, not much different than a pegasus, and bring harm to my most faithful student, Twilight."
Scenes unraveled in my mind as my memory returned to me.
"I- I'm sorry. Is she ok?"
"Concern for others before yourself; a wonderful trait. And yes, Twilight shall be fine."
"That's good to hear. So, what exactly is going to happen to me?"
"You will find out in time. Meanwhile, we shall be visiting Twilight so that you may make an apology to her."
"Hey, it wasn't my fault she got hurt."
"According to my students, it was."
I let out a sigh of defeat, seeing as there was no way to get around this.
"Fine. Guess there's nothing I can do about it anyway."
The Princess laid a hoof on my shoulder, and there was a bright flash of light. Once the light returned to normal, I could see that we were back in the library in Ponyville. The mane-6 were there, including Twilight, who appeared to be fine. But what did I know about magical ponies from another world? She could be dying for all I know.
"Greetings Twilight. You appear to be healing well."
Never mind.
"Hello Princess."
Upon saying this they all did a little bow.
"Yes Princess, my injury has healed quite nice, thanks to my friends. Who is your guest?"
"Go on, tell them."
Princess Celestia nudged me forward.
"Oh, umm, hi. My name's Quentin and I, well, I was the one who hurt you last night, and I wanted to apologize for that."
"What? The, the, 'thing' that hurt me certainly wasn't a unicorn, or even a pony for that matter. I have no clue what it was actually."
"Well I wasn't one last night. I woke up as one this morning. Umm Princess? Exactly how did I turn into a unicorn?"
"I cast a transformation spell on you, turning you into a pony. The spell turns you into either a unicorn, pegasus, or earth pony based on your personality. I had no control over that. However, it should havegiven youa cutiemark...
"What was that?"
"Oh, uh, nothing."
"Oh."
That was weird
"So what's going to happen to me?"
"You will reside in Ponyville, under the watchful eyes of the ponies before you."
"WHAT!?!?"
"Ya can't let this here varmint roam round in Ponyville, Princess."
"That is why he shall be housed with Twilight, as her assistant, and must do everything she tells him to do. You ponies are the only ones I can trust in a situation such as this."
"Don't worry Princess, you can count on us. You, what was your name?"
"Quentin."
"Ah, yes. Come here."
Oh man, this can't be good
I slowly trudged my way over to Twilight, my head hung low, ready to accept whatever was coming. I was shocked when she hugged me.
"You have no clue who I am, yet you still apologized for hurting me. Thank you."
"Oh you can't be serious darling. This uncouth creature only apologized because he was forced to."
"No, I mean it. I'm truly sorry."
"Apology accepted."
"Yay! A new friend! Let's have a party!"
"No darling, let's not. Remember what happened last time you used that?"
"It's not like it's gonna happen again."
Upon saying this, Pinkie shot her party cannon, and along with the party favors came Bradley, his fist still out in a bro-hoof the same way I had been. He was still screaming "YAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" Upon hearing this, Rainbow Dash turned towards Bradley just in time to see his fist as it came into contact with her head, knocking them both out.
"It's ah conspiracy!"
Not again.