“Ugh, my head..” The friend who had the least concern for their situation in New York said. Releasing a huge sigh, he opened his eyes to reveal a very different world around him. All the tall buildings and crowds of people were now gone, replaced with rolling hills, sparse trees, and bushes. He instantly knew that something was very very wrong. Not only that, everything felt different and even looked different as well.
He had no idea on what was going on, he could have sworn he had no drinks in the pizzeria from earlier, plus it was clear from that point he was no longer in New York as he was before. He suddenly remembered the flash of light and… and he couldn't really remember anything else. Also while trying to formulate a conclusion to his dilemma, a light breeze gently blew across his disproportioned frame. In effect causing him to feel almost almost as if he was nude, but strangely there was something covering his bare body. making him finally look down at himself to verify the odd sensation. “Am I naked? Wait, is that fur?!”
Startled, he attempts to hop to his feet, however this attempt fails due to the simple fact that he no longer possesses any of those. Instead, as soon as he tried to gain some sort of vertical balance, he found himself falling flat on his back. At this point, he almost wanted to panic, but taking one last closer at what had used to be his hand and instead of what he thought he would see, he saw hooves. At that moment, a long hidden dream of his had suddenly came true, and there was no need to panic at that point. He knew exactly what he was-a pony, an Earth pony at that. He revealed that to himself after checking for wings or a horn to no avail. “Oh well, can’t win them all I guess…”
He tried his best to mimic the posture of a sitting pony, propping himself back up to get a closer look at his fur complexion. He looked profoundly at it when he found out it was a light orange. He also curved around to check his tail and flank. He found that his tail was quite short, as are those of most stallions he could think of. Also it was just a simple shade of light brown just as his hair before his transformation. His cutie mark resembled a closed journal and a pencil, which wasn’t really surprising to him, no matter, he was ecstatic never the less. The newbie stallion tries once once more to stand up, this time on all fours like the quadruped he is now.
On all four hoofs, he wobbled a bit as if he was a newborn foal and almost fell again. But he was able to catch himself by repositioning his hoofs. Not even questioning how he had gotten there or even what had happened to his body now, his only focus was mastering his new shape and form. It didn’t take him long to stand strong and it even took him less time to begin trotting circles in the fields, chuckling like a little colt. Still he couldn’t knock the feeling that he had forgotten something very important, somebody important, no, some-pony important!
He had totally forgotten about his distressed friend who had dragged him out of the pizzeria frightened. There was no telling if his friend had even made it to the magical land or if he was somewhere else; suffering from a heart attack due to the situation. The orange stallion could only think of how his friend might have turned out as a pony. But those thoughts were soon be revealed, because he hears a high pitched scream off in the distance.
Without hesitation, he instantly rushed towards the source of the sound. He honestly didn’t believe it could be his friend though, for the scream sounded more like that of a girl, not a guy. That kinda made him rush even faster because somepony else could be in serious trouble. Galloping through a maze of trees, he found himself in another clearing, just like the one he was in before. But he saw nothing to indicate any ponies presence therefore he sat in silence for a few moments, just to give closure to his suspicions.
Awaiting, his patience pays off, as his keen ears catch the smallest movement coming from the bushes just yards ahead of him. A surprised expression grew over his face as he decided to near the bush to get a closer look. He heard even more rustling as he approached closer, he had no idea on what to expect. Especially when it came to the new land he found himself in, there was no guarantees on what was lurking around in the shadows. But channeling all his fears into adrenaline and courage to face what ever situation lied ahead; he could then see that there was obviously something hiding inside of the bushes, still he had no idea what. Without further hesitation he spread the bush to catch a glimpse of whatever was hiding in the bushes. SMACK!
The only thing he saw was a hoof flash out and hit him in his face causing him to recoil back more in shock than pain. “MY N- I mean MUZZLE!” He looks up to see that who ever had sucker punched him, also had fled from the bushes, attempting to retreat.
Despite feeling something running down from his nose, which he knew was blood, he instead chose to give chase to the mysterious pony. He followed the faster pony as far as he could through the trees and brush, but he could feel his new body taking on strain from the chase. He had not yet been suited for that kind of stuff yet. No matter, he just had to know who was that pony, he could tell by the ponies bumbling around that they weren’t too nimble on their hooves either. Meaning there was still an opportunity for him to catch up.
He couldn’t let that pony go! Although he didn’t know why, he just couldn’t. Continuing to give chase beyond his bodily limitations though, he found that there was absolutely no way he would be able to catch them. Until he focuses back on the pony to find that they have tripped and fallen flat on their face, even sliding a extra foot or two just for the comic relief. The stallion almost wanted to stop and laugh at the sight, but he knew that other things came first, such as finding out just who the hay that pony was.
Yet who ever it was, they remain completely motionless, almost as if they were dead. Dead, comically laying on there face. He couldn’t help but to chuckle a little more as he cautiously neared the mare, she was a perfect shade of brown. Plus her mane and tail were styled in such a fashion that made him stare in disbelief, the mare had her mane and tail twisted in long matted coils that closely resemble the dreadlocks of his friend that he was looking for. He couldn’t believe it, not for a second, was that really?
“Hey?! Umm, are you alive…?” The stallion asked, unsure if he was going to receive a response.
Although, it wasn’t a response he was expecting, it was a response. He heard the muffled voice call out from the dirt. He couldn’t make out what she was saying, but he knew she needed help who ever she was. It was clear then that the mare was very well alive. And just as before, the stallion adjusted to his new voice that was a tad bit deeper than his before turning into what he is now. “Ar-are you alive or what?”
The mare twitched a little before pulling her face out the dirt. She then turned around to stare blankly into the stallions eyes. That was when the stallion noticed that the strange mare was a unicorn as well. unsure of what to say or ask next. But it seemed as though he wouldn’t have to say anything, because the mare had begun to open her mouth. Causing the stallion to lean in, so he wouldn’t miss a word of what she had to say.
But instead of offering any words she just yelled at the top of her lungs. “Aaaaaaaaaah!!!” In response the stallion yelled as well, shocked at the mares less than tempered response. And the yelling persisted for a good minute, until another sucker punch to the stallions muzzle ended the yelling.
The mare then again tried to escape, except this time the stallion was quicker to react. Grasping hold to her matted tail, he was able to prevent another chase, when she once again face planted on the ground. Rubbing his muzzle with a forehoof, he was tired of the shenanigans and wanted answers, so when the mare pulled herself out of the dirt a second time. It was clear there would be no more sucker punches and no more chases. The stallion stood firm and asked the question that he had to have an answer.
“Are you-” Before he could finish he was cut off by the mare’s bright red piercing eyes as she turned to glare at him. “so you are?”
“Shut up!” The mare snapped.
“Oh my G- I mean Celestia, it is you, dude this is awesome!” The stallion gleefully exclaimed.
“No.”
What? Come one, you remember this right? My Little Pony, Equestria, those Fan-fics we use to write.”
“No.”
“Aww, you gotta be kidding me. You're not just the tad bit excited, I mean, you're a unicorn for crying out loud! Think about the magic.” The stallion said.
“NO!” She kept saying that as if they were the only words that she or he knew.
“Jeez, you gotta give a better response than that.”
Frustration was building up in the brown unicorn to where her face was almost redder than an apple. “Oh! A better explanation, huh?! Ok then, here goes nothing! Let’s start with the fact that just minutes ago we were in a FREAKING pizzeria. Until, we had to play a crazy card game with a crazy witch, gypsy or WHATEVER! But get this… Then we get cursed or hexed and END UP HERE AS STUPID HORSES!!!”
“Hey we’re ponies…” The stallion meekly responded.
“I DON’T CARE!!!”
“Come on, calm down.”
“Easy for you to say, you’re not a female horse!”
“Pon-”
“Correct me one more time and I’ll $#@%!@& DESTROY YOU!”
“You mean bucking destroy me.” The stallion added
“No, That’s not even canon, it still wouldn’t even make sense!”
“Well, neither does curse words.”
The mare was at the point of no return, she had to, no she was going to strangle the living life out of what use to be her friend. But before she could figure out how to strangle him with out hands, something was coming in their direction. Causing both of them to stop and look in the direction of the distant trees. They saw two ponies approach them, the stallion lit up with excitement as the still distraught mare simply facehoofed at the sight. He or she now, couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
A grown orange Earth mare with a large cowboy hat on and her yellow filly sibling who had beautiful red hair that was tied back with a pink bow looked at the two strangely. It was then they both knew that this was something of a dream, or at least one of them did.