Was it so much to ask that I could wake up in the same bed as the one I went to sleep in? Apparently, it was, because now I'm in a world full of nudist aliens who call themselves ponies but look suspiciously like people. To top it all off, they need something from me to turn back into their real selves, and I need to give it to them if I want to go home. For some reason, though, I can't shake the feeling that it's all just a little too convenient.

My name is Richard William Johnson, and I'm trapped in a male fantasy.
(Warnings: Blatant self-insert, Bad jokes, May contain plot)