Second Person (Pony?) POV
You awoke with a small groan, placing a hoof on your head. “Twilight, I don’t think your spell worked.” You glanced around for your friend, but couldn’t find her. “...Twilight?”
You weren’t in Twilight’s house anymore. In fact, you’re pretty sure you weren’t in Equestria anymore. All you knew is that you were in a dark forest. Everything was how you would have expected it to be, but the plants – there was something wrong here. They shouldn’t be towering over you like this, right? Especially that dandelion - it was almost up to your nose!
You wandered around, trying to find your way out of the oversized woods. Soon enough, you come across a wide, pitch-black river. You cautiously peered into it, hoping that it wasn’t very deep. And why couldn’t you see your reflection?
Suddenly, you felt something land on your haunches. You almost leaped out of your skin in surprise. Looking behind you, you saw that it was...a maple leaf. Granted, it was a large leaf, but it was embarrassing all the same. You looked down, seeing your front hooves on the river - wait, on it?
You double checked, but there was no mistaking it. Your hooves were resting on top of the black river. They weren’t sinking into it at all. “It’s solid?” You tapped it a few times, deciding that it was, indeed, solid.
That’s when you noticed the line along your foreleg. Glancing over the rest of your body, you found a few more, though they were almost invisible. "...this can't be happening...how could...why..."
Your head swam, trying to make sense of all this, when a loud, angry bark brought your attention to a large dog in front of you. It was staring at you - and it seemed hungry.
“Nice doggie...” It took a step forward, growling at you. You realized then that there was no way to get this dog to like you as anything but a chew toy. You frantically looked around, scared. “Help!”
Third Person (Pony? Nah, I’m going to stick with person) POV
A young man walked down the road, his silver hair swaying slightly in the breeze. He took off his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose and groaning softly. “I am never letting those girls practice on my hair again.” He sighed, looking up at the full moon. “I’m glad I got out of there before they decided to put makeup on me...or worse.” He shook his head, putting his glasses back on. He smirked, thinking out loud. “At least I finally have time to watch the latest episode of-”
“Help!”
He blinked, looking down the path. Without thinking, he rushed forward, trying to find the person who said that. Seeing no one, he decided that it was another one of those voices he imagines almost constantly.
He was about to continue his walk when he saw a large bulldog growling at a yellow plush toy. Thanks to the light of the moon, he could tell that the dog seemed to be a stray that had been abused at one point in its life, covered in scars and missing patches of fur. The plushie was partially hidden under a bush, so he couldn't really tell what it was. For some reason he couldn't possibly fathom, he rushed over and placed himself between them. “Hey! Leave that alone!”
It looked up at him, startled, glancing at the toy once more before running off.
He sighed, slowly moving over to the plush toy. He carefully picked it up, quickly examining it for any cuts. Finding nothing of the sort, he smiled, nodding a bit. “It seems you’re alright now, my little-” He blinked, suddenly recognizing the shape of the plushie. “...pony?”
That’s when a drop of water hit his glasses. He looked up, seeing rainclouds and an approaching storm. “Well, buck!” Without hesitating, he opened up his jacket and put the toy inside, frowning slightly. “I can’t leave you out here...” He rushed home, gently cradling the yellow plushie’s head.
If he had looked closely, he would’ve noticed a small blush on its cheeks.