Hey guys, in case you didn't see before clicking on this chapter, Into A New World is cancelled. Now, before you get upset at me for cancelling, please redirect your attention to this blog post I had created yesterday but didn't realize you guys hadn't been notified of it until tonight. I'm sorry for this, and I honestly hope you guys can forgive me.

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P.P.S. This chapter isn't finished at all, and I apologize for not finishing it before releasing, but I thought you'd guys would at least enjoy seeing where it would go.

“So, tell us again why you brought him here?”

The pegasus known as Cloudchaser was using her wings to hover above the ground, her front two legs crossed as she looked at another certain pegasus in an upset way, tapping her hoof against the hardwood floor of the apartment she lived in. The reason for the tapping was that no more than half an hour ago, she, along with her sister Flitter, and her friend Arc Flash, were walking home from a girl’s night out and had run into a drunk earth pony who had been sitting in the middle of the road, blocking their path. Cloudchaser and Flitter decided to leave the earth pony for dead as he was of no concern of theirs, but for whatever reason, the roommate Arc decided to help the pony. Now, that same pony was sleeping on their living room couch as Cloudchaser began to interrogate her friend. Flitter wasn’t there as she was sleeping in the room that the twins shared.

“Well Arc?” She asked once more, her tone an unpleasant one. It was pretty obvious she wasn’t all too pleased about this. Rather than answering, the bright yellow pegasus who was being questioned had placed a blanket on top of the brown earth pony to keep him warm. He had managed to pass out outside shortly after screaming for his mother and hugging Arc tightly, believing her to be the one he was calling out for. “Arc!”

Arc flinched a bit as her named was screamed, the one who did it only a few feet away. “Geez, no need to yell Cloudchaser, I can hear you just fine.” The pegasus replied in an annoyed tone as she looked over her shoulder to the lilac pony. She knew she was going to an earful for bringing the fellow human home, but it would have still been nice if her roommate would butt out of her business for once.

“If you can hear me just fine, then tell me. Why did you bring this earth pony home with you and why did you put him on the couch?”

“A little racist, aren’t we Cloud? Acting like he’s spreading some type of disease on the couch simply because he’s of another race?” Arc asked with a smirk. Cloudchaser could only reply with a groan, and right as she was about to make a rebuttal for the comment, Arc continued on, fully facing the frustrated pegasus this time. “I know, I know, you didn’t mean it that way at all. I know you’re better than that.”

Cloudchaser rolled her eyes. “Gee, thanks... You still haven’t answered my question about bringing him home though.”

“I was just getting to that, calm down.” Arc said, then, took in a deep breath. Waiting for a few seconds, she closed her eyes, trying to get a focus on her bearings. She didn’t need to do all of this, she just knew she was making the pony across from her more frustrated and was having fun with it. Exhaling and letting out all of the air in her lungs, her eyes fluttered open as she peered at the pegasus, a smirk curling on her lips. “He’s a friend.”

“A friend?” Cloudchaser repeated, her eyebrow raising as her mind questioned the answer. “Tell me, why did you have to bring your ‘friend’ here then?”

“Well, I couldn’t have just let him sit outside cold and alone, now could I? Besides, he’s actually a pretty decent pony once you get to know him... and when he’s not completely ‘plastered’ like at the party...” She finished. She tried to seal the deal with a cheesy grin, but she could easily tell that Cloudchaser wasn’t having any of it, as she was glaring at Arc as if she was trying to read her mind. Even if he was a friend, which she couldn’t exactly prove at that moment, it was going to be difficult to convince Cloudchaser to let him sleep over for the night when she got this way.

“Plastered? He only had like three drinks! Besides, what happens if he wakes up and decides to do something that we’ll both regret? What then Arc?”

“Like?” Arc asked, not quite understanding where Cloudchaser was coming from.

“Like he decides to wake up and steal something, then walk out? Remember Arc, you say he’s friend, but I’ve never seen him in my life. Excuse me for being paranoid, but with how he acted towards us earlier, it shouldn’t be a real surprise that I feel extremely uncomfortable with him sleeping under the same roof as me.”

“Well, I suppose you have a point there...”

“Of course I do! Now, what are you going to do to help me feel more at ease Arc?”

Arc sat on her haunches for a few seconds, thinking of how to please Cloudchaser without having to throw out her newest human friend. “I, I can sleep in here? You know, make sure he doesn’t do anything crazy when he wakes up?”

Cloudchaser, seeming to like this idea, smiled and nodded, uncrossing her front legs and landing with a quiet thud as all four hooves touched the ground. “Alright, I suppose that’s acceptable. Waffles in the morning?”

Arc giggled a bit as she covered her muzzle with her hoof and nodded. “Sure, sounds great.”

With that, the two pegasi went to their separate rooms. Cloudchaser, to join her sister in slumber and head to bed, and Arc, to get the materials she would need to sleep out on the floor in the living room, a peaceful rest ahead of her.

Fiery was pissed, and for good reason. Although the night before was somewhat of a blur to him, he could easily say that him waking up that morning was not a pleasant experience at all. He was in an unknown house that he slept in, on an old rickety couch, an undesirable sound piercing his ears. Now, if that wasn’t bad enough, it was the manner in which he woke him up that probably pissed him off the most.

He was peacefully sleeping there, laying on the couch and dreaming about being back home. Sure, it wasn’t the best dream he had ever had, but it sure beat being stuck as a pony for another day. Then, that dream was of course crushed, as his body flipped off the couch, his face planted firmly into the floor below, and his ears being assaulted with loud music first thing in the morning. One minute sitting down at a desk inside the library of the university he had been attending, the next, nothing but drums and guitars.

“Aaahhhhhh! Aaahhhhhh! We come from the land of ice and snow, from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow! The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands, to fight the horde and sing and cry; Valhalla, I am coming.”

“Flitter!” A new voice screamed out over the music. Fiery knew this voice, not to mention this music. Maybe, maybe that dream was having was actually reality? Maybe the reason why he dreamt of being in the library was because he really was in it?! He opened his eyes slowly and the first thing he saw was the deep colors of the wooden floor below him, with chestnut coloring soon rubbing his left eye. Very soft, almost like fur...

‘Fuck.’ He thought to himself as his hoof continued to rub his eye. ‘Still a pony I see.” He thought again, an internal sigh following soon after. But, if he was still a pony, then why in the hell was Led Zeppelin being played? Sure he liked the band, but he kinda preferred not waking up to it, even if it was imagination. And what was that voice? He knew it but he couldn’t quite place where he had heard it before.

“Flitter, will you turn that off already?!” Another voice yelled. Whoever this ‘Flitter’ was Fiery thought, was the one being responsible for the music he was hearing.

“Sorry girls.” A third voice called out, presumably trying to sound innocent.

“If you’re sorry then why in the world did you touch my machine in the first place?! I told you to wait a little while!” The first voice scolded.

With a groan, he began to pick himself up from the ground, hoping to get at least some type of answer for both the intrusion of sleep and for his whereabouts. As the three voices argued, or what Fiery could only guess was arguing, he began to look around the room he was in, trying to get a bearing for his surroundings.

He began to hope that this was indeed some type of bad dream, or at the very least was back at the musician house. No such luck for him though, as he was in an entirely new place, with the same old pony body. This meant two things. Either he went home with some random mare and they had fucked all night, or he was kidnapped. His mind was suggesting (mostly hoping) that it had been the second one.

He began to dwell on the night before, trying to remember when he seemingly got kidnapped by three mares. He wasn’t that desperate for sex, yet, so he knew that having a fun night like the good old times was out of the question. Then again, when you’re drunk, you’re never really in control of your body, and sometimes you end up regretting doing things you normally wouldn’t have done. Speaking of which, why didn’t he have a hangover like before? What, was his pony body now suddenly not only able to play any song he wanted to like some sort of guitar god (something he still didn’t understand to the fullest), but now he didn’t wake up with hangovers anymore?

If there was some sort of deity out there, why in the world were they both fucking with him and granting him his wishes and dreams?! Why do they torment him so?!

“Uuuugh, what time is it?” He drearily asked.

All three voices, or at least the second one, seemed to have picked up his groaning as ‘she’ continued speaking, but this time about him. “And he’s woken up. Great, just great.”

“Hey, hey, that’s no way to greet our guest when he wakes up CC!”

“Don’t call me that. You know I don’t like that nickname!”

“Whatever you say CC.” The first voice said to the second, before answering Fiery’s question from before. “Anyways, it’s time for breakfast if that’s what you’re asking.”

Fiery turned his head to where the voice came from, and with the help of not having a hangover this time, was able to recognize the voice in the form of a pegasus. “A-Arc?”

“The one and only!” She proudly replied, happy that he had taken the time to remember her name, before taking her seat at the dining room table that rested only a few feet away from Fiery. “Now, go wash up and then come join us for some breakfast, k?”

“Wha...?” He said absentmindedly. Obviously he was still half-asleep and couldn’t exactly comprehend what was going on, thanks to the fact that he was still in an unknown place with no explanations whatsoever. “Where, where am I?” He finally managed to get out. “Why am I here?”

A lilac pegasus that Fiery somehow recognized, though he didn’t understand why, had just taken her own seat at the table when she began to answer his questions. “You’re in our house. The reason of you being here is because Arc here felt bad about you being outside last night, drunk off your flank and thought she’d be a good samaritan and bring you here so you could rest up.”

Fiery turned his attention to the yellow pony in the room. ‘So that’s what happened.’ “Uh, thanks I guess?”

Arc nodded, appreciating his thanks. “No problem. What are friends for after all?”

‘Friends... right...’

“Anyways, go down the hall behind us here and take the last door on your left. You’ll find the bathroom there. After you’re done we’d love to have you come and join us, isn’t that right girls?”

“Sure, whatever you say Arc.” The one on the left said bitterly. Was she upset at him for some reason? Who knows.

“Sounds good.” A new lilac pony, almost seeming to be a twin of the pony on the left said in a more chipper mood. Fiery had guessed that this one was called Flitter, as was mentioned by the voices earlier.

“Alright, I suppose I can do that...”

With the feeling of not being wanted by the first of two twins, Fiery had quickly made his way to the bathroom like Arc suggested, going into the shower and washing up. Meanwhile, Arc, Cloudchaser, and Flitter continued a conversation they had begun from before Fiery woke up.

“So, are you two an item or what?” Cloudchaser asked casually, making Arc drop her utensils in surprise. Arc quickly turned towards Cloudchaser, cheeks flushed as she became embarrassed from her friends harassment.

“Cloudchaser!” Arc whined, but she was only met with chuckles from the pegasus.

“Sorry, sorry... but seriously, is it because he’s human and stuck here like you?” She asked, taking a big bite of her pancakes afterwards.

Arc’s embarrassment turned to confusion as she continued to face Cloudchaser, unable to remember if she had told Cloudchaser of the new human. In fact, she was pretty much positive she had never said anything about him being human. “How did-”

“Oh fease Hark.” Cloudchaser started as she swallowed her food. “You honestly think I wouldn’t notice? I’m insulted. Flitter, little Arc doesn’t think I can put two and two together.” She said as she started to fake being emotionally hurt, quivering her lower lips to make it more dramatic as she looked at her twin sister, who only giggled in response.

“That isn’t true and you know it.” Arc corrected. “It’s just... was it really that easy to figure out?”

“Again, oh please Arc.” Cloudchaser answered, waving her fork around with pancake stabbed through it. “First, you instantly defend a pony who shows up two weeks ago knowing nothing about pony society. Second, I know you aren’t the type to try to risk embarrassing yourself making ‘friends’ with the pretty boys in town, so you end up making friends with all the ugly stallions in town.”

“Hey!” Was all Arc could answer with, before Cloudchaser and Flitter giggled some more as Cloudchaser teased her friend.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding... Anyways, the second part of my deduction is that name of his. Seriously, who names their kid ‘Fiery Strings’? I mean, from the stories you’ve told me it seems that you humans can be pretty creative, but to be that uncreative is just... wow.”

Arc had settled back into her own seat quite some time ago as Cloudchaser had been talking, munching on a few bites of pancake when the issue of the name came up. She paused for a few seconds, starting at her pancakes without making a sound, only look up with worried eyes. “It’s that bad?” She asked.

“It’s that bad.” Both Cloudchaser and Flitter answered in unison. Arc didn’t really know how to reply to that answer, she was really hoping the whole ‘Fiery being from another planet’ was going to be extremely hard to figure out, but with how quickly Cloudchaser and Flitter caught on... Without saying another word, she went back to eating her breakfast, waiting for Fiery to come out of the shower.

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Octavia was having a nightmare of sorts. She had been dreaming a dream of unspeakable horrors. She was tied to a chair in a dark room, no windows, no doors to the room, just a single lightbulb hovering above her. But the blackness would soon fade away, as the room would reveal a dreaded scene; Her most hated animal, a four headed Hydra, eating a mound made entirely out of her favorite ice cream.

“No!” She would scream out in protest, but to no avail, as the orangey scaly creature continued to devour the cool, creamy substance in delight. Kicking and screaming for the beast to stop, she would continue to watch as her precious “Fudge Brownie” ice cream disappear. Her mouth dripping in saliva, wanting to taste the sweet, almost orgasmic confection, as the chair continued to hold her back.

In the real world, Vinyl had been watching the grey mare on the couch for quite some time now. The DJ knew that she had to help wake her friend up from her nightmare, but for some odd reason, the view she was witnessing was just too adorable for her. Like a puppy kicking it’s back legs as it dreams of running, Octavia had been kicking hers in an attempt to free herself in her dream. That kicking would only stop though when Octavia finally managed to push herself off the couch, and as she hit the ground with a thump, papers from the night before were sent flying everywhere.

Groaning from the pain of the impact on the ground, the cellist began to pick herself up, rubbing her snout in an effort to relieve some of the pain. As she picked herself up though, she was hearing the laughter of one certain pony who wasn’t going to get any dinner that night. “And what time did you get home?” Octavia asked the DJ, her mouth forming a disapproving frown for not helping her.

“Ooohh, just a few minutes ago.” Vinyl answered with her usual gleeful smile, a smile that could only rival Pinkie’s in comparison.

To know exactly what time she got back, Octavia lifted her head and looked up at the wall with the antique clock hanging from it, the hands showing it to be a little past nine o’clock. Knowing Vinyl, this wasn’t really a huge surprise for the cellist. The true surprise however, was with how late she had slept in.

“Have any good dreams last night?” Vinyl asked with fake curiosity. It was evident she already knew the answer having just seen the mare wake up with face plant in the ground after shuffling around in her sleep.