It was a cold, rainy night in the woods that surrounded Redfield.  Brain sat at his desk, staring at the blank notebook in front of him.  He lifted his pen to the paper as if to write something, but set it back down again.  He tried to think of something cool to write, but nothing came to mind.  Everything he could think of was either copy-written in some way, or just too cliché for his tastes.  As hard as he tried, he simply could not think of anything original that interested him to write about.

He slammed his notebook shut, tossed it to the side, and spun around in his ergonomic computer chair.  He snatched the TV remote off of his bed and with minimal effort on his part, the TV across the room turned on.  He heard a sound that made his mind settle a bit.

“My little pony, my little pony, Ahh ahh ahh ahhh.”  Brain smiled.

His favorite show was just coming on.  He never would have admitted it, but he really enjoyed the show.  As far as he cared, it was better than most cartoons on TV nowadays.  It had morals, comedy, character development, and story.  Those were the important things about it.  All of the fan service- such as the frequent appearance of Derpy Hooves- just made the show better.  Not to mention the musical numbers.

Brain leaned back in his chair, propping his feet up on the table in the middle of his room.  He sighed, “Lauren Faust, you’ve done it again.  Why can’t I come up with something as good as her shows?”  He checked the time on his watch…  It was nearly midnight!  He had forgotten he set his TiVo to record tonight’s new episode before leaving to go hang with his buddies at the bar.

Kicked back, he skipped through the commercials for Barbie dolls and Doggie Doo, pressing play as soon as he thought the show would come back on.  He watched the episode, enjoying every bit of it.  Then the “To Be Continued…” frame popped up, and Brain’s jaw dropped.  He couldn’t believe they would leave the episode off at such a cliffhanger.  He turned off the TV, letting the silence fill the room.

He let his mind wander, imagining how the second part would play out.  He was really getting interested in what happened to Princess Cadence and Twilight Sparkle…  He decided he would try and write once more.  He listened as the rain poured down on the roof of his small house.  It was a soothing sound.  He looked out of his window at just the right time to see what he assumed was a shooting star.  

He immediately checked Facebook on his phone to see if anyone else was talking about the shooting star.  Sure enough, they were!  He quickly lifted his head, closed his eyes, and said aloud, “C’mon shooting star, I just need a little muse!  Give me something to work with here!”  He opened his eyes and turned around to face his notebook.  He picked it up from where it landed earlier, opened it up, and stuck his pen to the page.  

To his disappointment, even after watching My Little Pony, nothing came to mind.  He sighed disappointedly.  He capped his pen, placing it in the spirals of the notebook’s binding.  He pulled his iPod from the drawer at his side, stuck his earphones in, played his favorite Dan Bull album, and rested his head on the notebook.  He didn’t feel like going to sleep just yet, so he decided it best to avoid the comfort of his bed.  He stared at the notebook, just wishing some sort of muse would come to him.  He really wanted to write.

Before the first song had finished playing, Brain was out like a light.  He snored loudly, drool falling onto the notebook, his iPod still blaring Dan Bull.  Through the window, another shooting star could be seen falling into the horizon.  His TV turned back on, replaying the same episode of My Little Pony as before.  ‘A Canterlot Wedding Part 1’ was the title.  Talk about behind the times…

Brain slept like a baby all through the night…

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“Is he even alive?”  Brain thought he heard a girl’s voice.

“I-I don’t know!  I just found him lying there!”  Another voice, softer than the other.

“You didn’t check?”  Yet another different voice, this one sounding proper.

“Well dag nabbit, Fluttershy, ya shoulda checked!”  That voice had a southern accent.

Brain felt a source of heat get right up on him.  He shifted as he felt a circular object put pressure on his chest.  She yelled away from him, “He’s got a pulse, he’s alright.”

Brain opened his eyes to find himself staring face to face with an orange-coated, yellow-mane pony.  The pony’s round green eyes frightened him so much, he literally tossed her off of him and rolled away like a log.

The pony looked at him, “What in tarnation got into you?”

Brain’s eyes jumped from corner to corner, scouting his surroundings.  He honestly didn’t believe this was happening.  “Y-you’re Applejack!”  He pointed at her.

“Uh…’course I am.  Who else would I be?”  She looked back at her friends.

Brain tried to stand on his feet, but immediately lost balance.  He looked himself over carefully…  He found something unsettling as he did so.  His clothes were missing.  His hands and feet were replaced with hooves.  His auburn hair was longer and scruffier.  His body was covered in what can only be described as a brown coat.  He was a pony, or so it seemed.

He cradled his head in his hooves, screaming, “What the fuck is going ooooooooooon!?”  As his voice eventually faded, he stared at his hooves in disbelief.  After staring at himself for about a minute, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he collapsed to the ground.  The other ponies saw that as a chance to get him some help…