Love....SERIOUSLY!?

by Admiral Q Ponyform


Intro: Waking Up

Love........SERIOUSLY!?
By Admiral Q

Revision by RC2101_Copey
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Dave felt like hell incarnate. His head felt like there was a marching band, parading round inside.
‘Why does my head hurt?’ He tried to remember the last thing he did, and was almost immediately assaulted by the memories of the last few weeks;
First my now EX-girlfriend, left me for a rich prick
Mom had a heart attack and died, right there infront of me
And to add salt to the wound, I got laid off.
After an event like that, not even burying himself in MLP could help as a distraction from the pain.

‘Right, life is just B-E-A-utiful right now!!’ he groaned -’Wait?’ Dave realised that inspite of all that happened, he could not remember the last few hours. Thinking on it for a second, it came back to him; ‘I needed a break, something to clear my head - aha- I was driving to Yellowstone National Park.’

As his mind started to clear, massive headache notwithstanding, it suddenly became apparent that he had a weird feeling all over his body- no wait; the weird feeling WAS his body, and he seemed to be lying down in a bed.

‘Did I crash? DID I CRASH?! - Fantastic, I CANNOT afford to replace my car right now.’ He let out a frustrated groan. As he did so, he noticed it sounded strangely effeminate, closer to a young womans then an adult males.

He heard movement nearby;
“I think she's waking up your highness.” ‘Highness? There's no chance I’d be in the same ward as royalty, so what in hell is going on?’

Dave opened his eyes, in order to assess the situation. 'MY EYES! THE LIGHT, IT BURNS!' He slammed his eyes shut, and attempted to raise his arms to provide further cover, but someone was holding them down.

“Easy there, you're still pretty weak. You’ve been in a coma for almost a week now, take it slow.” It was the same voice as before, probably one of the nursing staff.
'I’ve been in a coma for a week? Damn, what did I do? But could be worse I guess, I could have been under for longer, or even dead.' He tried opening his eyes again, this time much more slowly, and was greeted with the sight of a brightly lit, and overly ornate hospital room. While the decor was odd in itself, it failed to grab his attention - that was firmly rooted to the pastel colored pony standing at the foot of his bed, staring at him with concern written on huge doe eyes.

Even that failed to win the prize for shocking however, because a sudden movement to his right caused him look away, and lose his jaw to gravity. Standing there was none other than

‘PRINCESS

FREAKING

CELESTIA!’

‘OMG, CELESTIA IS BY MY BED! I've got to be dreaming!
Before anyone could react, he raised his arm, and struck himself across the face, hoping to wake himself from whatever dream world this clearly must be. To his surprise, rather than waking up, all he received was sharp stab of pain. ‘Ouch, that hurt far too much- but if I’m not waking up, has someone pulled an Equestrian Girls prank on me? Maybe another try..’

He raised his arm to try again, but as his arm came towards his face, it stopped suddenly in what can only be described as a see-through yellow cloud. But rather than focus it that, it was the words that followed that brought his brain to a halt.


“Cadance - are you feeling alright? Why’d you hit yourself?” Celestia asked, in a worried tone.

‘Cadance?’

For the first time, Dave spoke;

“I need a mirror.”

His voice sounded familiar, but it definitely wasn't his, and it didn’t seem a match for the Cadance he remembered from the show. Celestia conjured a mirror with her magic, and held it out in front of Dave. Dave looked into it with apprehension.

There, on the hospital bed, was Cadance, no doubt about it. A much younger Cadance for sure, closer to the adolescent version Twilight remembers as her foal-sitter. Her head was almost completely bandaged, but tuffs of her white, pink, and purple hair could be seen. She moved a hoof when he tried to move a hand, and when he tried to tilt his head, so did she. She looked passed the mirror, to Celestia, and asked;

“Could every..pony leave the room for a minute? And Celestia, could you soundproof the room for me? I don't want any..pony to hear this.”

Sounding skeptical, Celestia reluctantly agreed; “If you’re sure Cadance?”

“Just give me five minutes!” Dave pleaded. Celestia frowned, but nodded and the two ponies left the room, a distinct lack of sound prevailing from the soundproofing spell.
Now there he lay, alone in the hospital room...

In Cadance's body.