You ever wake up hearing muffled screams? You ever wake up not knowing where you are or what happened? You ever wake up wondering what happened after you probably just died? Welcome to my scenario.

I woke up with one hell of a head ache. I couldn’t focus still and my vision was blurry. I was lying face first on what felt like wooden planks with a white blob in front of me. It wasn’t before long I heard an unnaturally scared conversation going on in front of me.

“This is fucked up man what the hell is going on!?” I instantly recognized the other voice as none other than Dan’s.

“Relax Dan we’ll figure this out… just give me some time” I recognized the second voice as Mike’s. So I guess I’m not dead…or am i?

“God dammit Mike do you see the SHIT you caused!? How’d we even end up down there!? We were looking for Ojay in the woods! Why!? BECAUSE OF YOU!”

“Dan calm down let’s figure this all-out, besides it was Nico who lost his dog.”

“IT WAS YOUR IDEA TO GO TO AGINCOURT MANOR!”

I finally began to concentrate my vision, only to be in the middle of an illusion or something. In front of me was Mike but as a white unicorn, did I banging my head and fuck my brain up?

“You okay Vespi?” Dan asked; I turned to him but instead of seeing the blond hair kid I knew I saw a light blue pony with magic wings.

“What happened” I asked “WHY THE FUCK AM I A PONY!?” I began to hyper ventilate, nothing made sense! I’m dreaming right…RIGHT?

I was stunned to see hooves instead of hands. I was a green pony alright… but I felt something strange on my back that was weighing me down, not a lot but still an appreciable difference. They were wings; I unfurled them (It was surprisingly easy) and tried to take off. Sadly I realized I was in a cabin and hit my head on the roof. I ended up crashing into the wall and almost knocked myself out.

“Easy there Vespi” Mike warned “Let’s figure this all out.”

Mike motioned to a 2 perpendicular green couches with my friends all sitting down on them.

Dan still had his long yellow hair; his hair nonetheless was a little shorter than before, 1 amazing thing I instantly noticed. Dan had wings, wings on ponies (Having wings makes you feel like a boss by the way)! His coloring was a dark blue body coat with his blond tail and mane. It reminded me of that French sign of royalty (The Fleur De Lis I believe, then again I’m Italian). His eyes were still the pure blue German eyes that I have known. But instead of childish delight and light-hardiness there was an acute sense of fear and shock formed in his eyes. He wasn’t having a breakdown or anything but he was still shocked. Wouldn’t you?

Tyler sadly didn't have wings. His color was a sprightly yellow, and his mane (Although his normal hair was blond like Dan’s) was black like mine. He also had an eye color change, his eyes were normally blue, but now they were hazel. This had to be the first time I have EVER seen Tyler concerned, he tried his best to fight it but it was apparent that he was on his heels…hooves…do hooves have heels? Anyways, Tyler was on high alert.

Nico, like Dan had wings, must be an alpha jock thing (Me being a freak of nature then)? He also had a lighter shade of blue then Dan’s. His mane was a strange combination of red and orange and black. His wings also as it seems were somewhat stronger then Dan's. Well if I can see it without him showing it I guess Nico would become a pretty dam good flier. Nico’s eyes still remained chocolate brown, and he looked surprisingly unshaken.

Conor looked surprisingly like his old self, minus the freckles. His mane and tail was its normal black but his body color was tan. Conor as you may have guessed was off the walls right now, I can't figure out if it was because of fear, or the trill of adventure, or he just had to take a piss. I have the odd feeling if we opened the door, he’d end up running in circle like a dog chasing a squirrel. Conor is, after all, usually hyper, now he just has a reason to be extra hyper.

I couldn't help but laugh at Mike. His body color was white, and his main/tail was orange (opposite of what Mike Hoppe looked like before). That wasn't the only thing though. Unlike the rest of us, Mike had a horn! Swaggin Mike was now a unicorn, nice. Apparently Mike was our sole unicorn as well. I was curious, could Mike learn magic? Could he come up with a spell to get us back home? O wait, it’s Mike…never mind.

“So what is going on?” I asked. I had a chance to look around the cabin though; it was a very rustic cabin with log walls and crude wooden plank flooring. The two green couches, a coffee table, a mirror on the opposite side of the room, and a ugly looking rug seem to be the only furniture.

“No clue” Tyler said “We woke up like this in this cabin here.”

I gave an absent minded nod and waltzed over to the nearby mirror; I wanted to take a closer look at myself.

I was a green pony with short, spiky black hair. I had a pair of green wings and a… tramp stamp. Besides the tattoo on my ass the only other surprising thing was I now had silky blue eyes instead of chocolate brown eyes.

“So why do you have a tramp stamp?” Mike observed

“Why do you have a horn?” I responded. Mike grabbed his foehead and gasped

“That’s a horn? I thought it was a tumor” Mike said relieved

“It is called a cutie mark” A mysterious voice said. The voice was distorted. It gave a hint of dozens of voices but 3 seemed to stand out, it seemed to be a mixture of a man’s voice, a women’s voice and a child’s voice. The three voices almost intertwined to form a indescribable combo, I had a fear that a machine wasn’t doing it too.

“I’m pretty sure it’s a tramp stamp” I said

“No in this world a cutie mark is something that describes a pony’s personality, lifestyle, and destiny in life.” It (I’ll call whoever the fuck our good fellow over here a ‘it’ since I don’t have any clue how to describe it) said “I believe your cutie marks fit you all very well…”

“But mines just a V” I said

“You’re good at being yourself…” It said

“Mines a Danish…” Nico said plaintively

“Because you’re………like a Danish?”

“I’m German” Nico said. Just like that the Danish on Nico’s side turned into a swastika. That was our first hint, it seemed to know about human history, but if we are in this world….how’d it get here?

“No actually fuck you just make it a…raven…” Nico said infuriated

The cutie mark turned into a black raven symbol. It looked oddly familiar, like the Call of Duty World at War style black raven (Yes a historical symbol reminds me of a video game, welcome to the 21st century).

“Good enough” Nico snapped “So explain to us what is going on.”

“Seems simple enough” It said “You are in a different world.”

“Okay can we go home now?” I asked

“No!” It snapped “You have a mission!”

“What’s our mission?” I asked

“This doesn’t sound good…” Mike observed

“Follow the map” It said. I was about to question the voice but out of the blue a small map appeared laying right on the floor in front of me. It was a map of the world it seems. There was a red X that said “You are here” and a map of the country including cities. There were a lot of them, then I noticed the key said that this “Equestria” was a little larger than the United States.

“Can we get some information on this world or something?” Conor asked

“Here is a book” It said. A book poofed out of midair, what was that!?

I looked at the book and picked it up. It was labeled “The Equestrian Encyclopedia for all things Equestrian”.

“I assume we live in this place called Equestria?” Mike said

“Yes” It said” There is a town not too far away from here, I’d go there first”

“How far away exactly?” Mike asked

“Turn to page 178. There is a map of Equestria.” It said “You are on the western coast near a place called Fillycolly”

I saw a small dot named “Fillycolly” on the books map. But I was soon stunned to see the dozens of other dots on the western coast of this country alone… knowing that one person having both of our maps would end up disastrous, so I chose to hold onto the first map.

“Where is the capital?” Mike asked randomly

“On the eastern coast, right below Canterlot.”

I looked at the eastern coast and saw a star labeled “Canterlot”, under it some lengths was a much smaller dot called “Ponyville”.

“Jesus Christ that is a long way…” I said with a low whistle.

“We got to get going” I said “Where’s the nearest town?”

“Fillycolly is a good 30 miles from here, north west.” It stated “You might need to camp outside.”

“Great I love an adventure, even as a horse.” I said energetically. Things (Although considerately fucked up) seemed to be too light hearted to be dangerous or perilous. I mean we were ponies! Colorful ponies!

“I’d get going if I were you” It said “Good luck; and if you believe in life then I’d hold onto that book. Here take a saddle pack.”

A “Saddle pack” appeared out of nowhere. Nico grabbed it and placed in on his back and put the book in the largest compartment. I knew that this was going against my earlier hypothesis but I didn’t have anywhere to put the map, so I put it in the other compartment of Nico’s saddle pack.

“Good luck friends, and let luck be with you” It said.

We walked outside of the house into the forest. It was already dark (I would predict it was like 7 o’clock PM) and it was a surprisingly perfect equinox of wind, temperature, and scenery. To the left of the small cabin was a pure blue lake and in front of us was a meandering path, on both sides were thick trees of beautiful green leaves and brown trunks. The temperature was kind of breezy and somewhat neutral. It would have been in the 60s if it wasn’t for the light gusty blows of wind that came and went. It was the perfect blend of the elements to form a perfect night for adventuring.

“Okay let’s get rolling” I said. We began our trek through the forest. On the way we talked about what was going on, the talk at first was just us trying to make jokes and to keep the other 5s spirits up. But we eventually got to more productive conversation.

“So let’s make a timeline” Nico suggested “First we go to Agincourt Marshal, thanks to Mike”

“Not all my fault” Mike protested

“Then we are attacked, and now we are ponies, and now we are unsupervised going to the other side of the country.”

“Something just seems weird…” I said “Why us? Why Agincourt Manor? I mean, what, is that place haunted or something? Is that thing before that attacker?”

Mike stopped for a moment “I don’t know”

“Okay then…” Tyler said “So were ponies huh?”

“Pretty much; that just leaves one big question. Do ponies here like have different words for like boy and girl?”

“Let me check” Nico said; flipping through the pages of the book while walking “Yep. Boy is a colt, girl is a filly, man is a stallion, a woman is a mare, ass is a flank, person is pony, and everyone/anyone is everypony/anypony.”

“Great, we got to be careful though” I said “God knows what these ponies would do if they found out we were from a different world.”

“Maybe we’d be pimp daddy rock stars?” Mike suggested

“Or dead” Nico said in a doleful manner.

We continued to walk for what was about 3 hours. We finally gave in to tiredness and found an opening to sleep in. We found a comfortable plain and set up camp there, if we were a little smarter we would have made a fire, but since our first attempt almost burned the entire forest down, we ended up content with no fire and a ton of soot.

“Okay guys so I think we still have some ways to go tomorrow… but we’ll be there by lunch I think.” Nico announced

I wasn’t listening though; all I could think about was falling asleep and waking up back in Jersey, back as a human.

This had to be a dream

It was a dream

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