So that means I can get free- Wait, why aren't you a pig when I'm one... Why are you orange?"On the other side of Ponyville lies a brown pony with two color mane, This pony easily gets excited!
Charles opened a blue eye, He felt the weight of a thousand ponds, Not the best way to wakeup! He thought. He lifted his tannish brown head to see he was in a barn, wrapped in rope. "What the?" He squirmed, and wiggled but got no success, "KNEW I shouldn't eat the last hotdogs!" He saw his hooves(?) was tide together in a noose, as his legs were as well. He had no choice but lay on his belly, normally this would be on comfortable for a regular person, but it didn't bother him, But for some reason, he thought something was wrong... but he couldn't put a finger on it. "Hooves... brown legs... THIS ONLY MEANS I DIED AND BECAME A PIG!!!" He mentally "Hoofpumped" He say a brown wing sticking behind him, "Who says pigs can't fly? Hehe!" He manly giggled and saw as a orange mare with blonde hair arrived she also had noticeable freckles, She did NOT look happy!
"Hello!" Charles said waving a hoof, But the mare looked puzzled about his hooves, one being planted on the ground and one raised,
"How did you get out of yer bindin's? I made sur I tied ye up REAL tight!" She inspected, made sure there was no flaw with her rope..
"That's easy! I'm an escape artist! I went to college for it I'm not a master, but I can do it!!" Charles said, making a fake pout,
"Why didn't my rope keep you down? It's near impossible to get out! The mare said, "I don't have time for your fancy tricks!
"I LOVE TRICKS!" Charles lit up like a fire! "Well the reason the rope didn't keep me down is that when in distress, you kind of panic, but I keep my cool and take my time! The rope is meant for cattle, not to keep down pigs! so I slid out easily by just wiggling my hands like I'm at a disco inferno! So that means I can get free- Wait, why aren't you a pig when I'm one... Why are you orange?"
The Mare shoved her snout against his, "I should call you a pig! But you're a darn thieve! I ought'a beat you senseless for breaking in my farm!" She reeled back her orange hoof, making Charles flinch, "Trying to steal my apples in the middle of the night, I have to feed my family! How do you sleep at night?!" The orange mare was made of brute steel, It seems that he was one joke away from having his flank handed to him! He kept full eye contact, but was confused and scared, he never stole something other than some cookies out of his mother's batch.... maybe she was out to get him by turning him into a pony, about to be arrested and charged with thievery! Not only that, He's going to have a broken jaw hen he arrives in prison! He heard about the horrible things they do to you if you drop the soap! Charles shook in fear. He took a shaky breath and started to explain,
"L-look, I don't know what happened, or why I'm here, but I w-woke up in your farm for s-some reason, Maybe I had one to many or I was passing the h-herb with my friends but I seriously don't know what's going on!" He stammered, He wished he was anywhere but here, looking into the fire depths of an emerald eyes hell. He shut his eyes closed and waited for eternity for the strong hoof to connect with his cheek, instead. He felt the tightness around his weight and legs disappear,
"If I find you anywhere near my farm again, I'll let Big Mac Tear you to shreds, got it?!" The Mare's glare softened, "The name's Applejack, What's yours?"
"I don't know," He shrugged, "I think I have amnesia." He tried to walk but it was a bit shaky, "I'll get the hang of it! See ya!" He walked out of sweet apple acres,
"WOW! I haven't even been conscious for a minute and I'm already threatened by Applejack..." Charles said to himself as he walked out, He looked as the morning sun vanquished the bane of night. The stars burned up, and the black night turned to a blissful, creamy velvet as the giant orb of fire rose. "IT would even be more beautiful if Max was here... Where is Max? Problebly at Sugar cube corner? Nah, At the library? Most likely," He began to wonder around,Humming something out of tune, He kept a straight face as he staggered around, not really knowing how to use these hooves. He thought of using a wheelchair, but that would look ridicules! He still has a shred of dignity!
He began to think of what happened before he was knocked out. "...." He stopped and , taking a sitting position and shoved his hoof into his chin. What came into his mind was curling rainbows and unimaginable pain, as if he was freezing to death nand and being burned alive! He looked up and stomped his hoof on the ground, Damn his ADHD. He couldn't remember NOTHING!
"I can't remember anything!" He scratched his ear with his front hooves. He looked at his wrist to see what time it was, there was no watch! He sighed and kept walking, He had no idea where he was going. In fact, he forgot what he was doing at all... He groaned and took the "Thinker" Position , he sat there for a while, getting strange looks from the weather ponies doing their jobs. "Hey Max remember what I was doing-" He found himself talking to a lamppost, "Oh right... He's gone...
"Not really gone, but I miss him, SO I BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF HIM FOR BRINGING ME HERE!!!!" Charles rose up, "Not that's anything wrong here in Equestria, I mean, Don't feel... out of place lamppost? I do," It took him only seconds before he smacked his hoof to his forehead, "I called myself a pig... I'm a pony..." He continued walking, He walked up to a pinkish mare, she was staggering just a little bit, "Hey, Do you know where a big tree is? A library?"
She shrugged her shoulders, she swigged a bottle down her throat, "care for a drink?" She seemed too drunk to kidnap Charles... right? HAH! Berry Punch! I knew it!
Charles gave a nervous chuckle, "Sure?" He then felt the glass bottle meet his front tooth, and gagged as the strong, cool liquid steamed into his throat. When it washed to his stomach, it felt like fire, But he loved it. HE gasped for breath as the mare took the bottle away, "Alcohol?" He asked, She nodded, "Anymore in there?" She nodded, again, taking him inside. where thousands of bottles laid on the walls and littered on the floor. "I'm going to get wasted..."
A few hours later, Charles walked outside, feeling good, his head was swirling and his cheeks were tinted pink, which was hard to see because of his dark coat. He staggered a few paces before he nearly fell. He chuckled as his mane fell to his ears. The "Punch" Berry gave him was intensely strong, and he was out after a few glasses!. He felt tired, and he also had a few "Love bites" on his neck but who cares, He had no idea what he did, but he didn't care. He saw a good bench and sat on it, burying his hooves in his face. He looked up to see amber eyes, excited and wild, He flinched back, hitting the back of the chair, and saw a creamy earth pony dragging the unicorn to a bench across from him,
"Bon-Bon! look! He's sitting like a human! I told you they're real!" A minty green mare was bouncing in her seat across from him, "He must be one of them!"
"Lyra! Don't be rude!" The candy colored mare scolded,
Charles jumped off his seat and kept walking, He didn't stop walking until he bumped into a blue stallion, "Sorry!" He said, The Blue stallion looked carfully,
"Charles?"
"Maxie?"
"Dude! Are you dunk?!"
"No,"
"Really?"
"Yeah,"
Max looked at his neck, "Did you get bit?" He asked,
"You could say that," Charles said with a coy smile,
"You didn't... You DONE IT with a pony?!" Max's mouth hung open, "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!"
"Hey, don't pretend you don't know, I get all the girls,:
"No, That ONE time you brought home a girl and she left you because you were a Brony!!" Max sighed, "I Leave you for about 12 hours and you're already causing trouble!"
"Chill out Max, We were drunk, I think this can blow over by tomorrow when a hangover occurs!" Charles said, "Count on it!"
Charles fainted from the alcohol.