A Bronie's Soul

I shot up in a cold sweat, my breathing erratic. Looking around, I saw that I was in a hospital room, a heart monitor and IV drip a hooked up to me. Following the wires I found… fur. Gold fur along my arms. Of course, I did the first thing any sane person would do in my position.

I screamed.

Ripping out the IV drip, tearing of the pressure pads, I leapt from the bed and charged for the door. Those same doors burst open, revealing two tall  creatures, one male and one female, clad in golden armour. The male had slate grey fur and was muscular, with hints of snow-white hair sprouting from the edges of his helmet. The female, on the other hand, was small and lithe, with fur like silver. Her hair flowed freely, lack of helmet allowing it's maroon shade to glimmer in the light. Horns grew from both their foreheads, and they each held a double-edged longsword, both of which were pointed at me. I frowned slightly at this.

Why put me in their hospital, then treat me as if I was a threat?

The female began blushing slightly, eliciting a raised eyebrow from me.

"Sir." she began, sheatheing her sword. "Would you like some clothing?"

"Huh?" I asked, oblivious to the fact that I was… in my birthday suit, shall we say. I screamed again, though this time a little quieter, and scrambled back to the bed. I used the bed sheets as a makeshift robe to cover myself, then sat down again.

"Y-yes, thank you. That would be… convenient." I said, not making eye contact. They looked at each other, and the girl nodded her head at the door. A second later, the guy groaned and made his way out, leaving just me and his companion alone in the room. She sat down in a small, very uncomfortable-looking plastic chair across from me.

"So…" I said, feeling rather awkward.

"I suppose you're wondering where you are." It was more of a statement than a question. "Princess Celestia said you weren't born a pony, and that confuses me, but I ain't gonna try and figure it out. That's more Princess Twilight's thing."

"Yeah, I… wait, what? Did you just say Princess Celestia?"

"Yes, why? Where have you been for the past 1,005 years?"

"Hmm. Then this must be…"

I looked up, beaming. I then proceeded to drop to my knees, press the palms of my hands together and do something I've never done. I prayed.

"Thank you, oh Divine Being, for this second chance at life. And thank you for sending my soul to this land of Anthropomorphic Equines. I promise to to whatever I can to make my existence here meaningful."

"Uh… are you ok?" The wom- mare in front of me asked, confused. I looked up at her, smiling the biggest smile I've ever smiled ever.

"I'm better than ok." I replied. I saw her hand slowly make its way to the hilt of her sword, but I didn't care. "I'M IN MOTHER BUCKING EQUESTRIA!!!"

With that I soared into the air, making sure to hold on to the bed sheets. When I didn't feel the floor beneath my feet-turned-hooves, I realised the second greatest thing to happen to me ever.

"AND IM A PEGASUS!?"

"Ahem!"

I looked to the door to see the stallion guard from before holding a set of clothing. After I lowered myself to the floor, he handed me said clothes and turned to leave again.

"Thanks!" I called. No response, not even a glance. Rude, but ok.

I pulled on the clothes which, apart from the obvious briefs, were composed of a pair of loose-fitting midnight blue jeans, a 'Guns N' Roseluck' t-shirt (guessing that's their version of Guns N' Roses), a sleeveless black hoodie and a pair of brown boots. Not bad, if I do say so myself.

After dressing, I noticed a mirror on the table beside the hospital bed. I decided to find out what my new body looked like, if I was going to be living in it. What I found was quite fetching, actually.

Again, gold fur covered my skin, but also a short muzzle which extended my chin and nose about an inch in front of the rest of my face. My eyes were a piercing crimson, and just looking at them made me want to stare at them forever. I need some shades or something.

The hair's what got me, though. Short, scruffy - but not too scruffy, and a magnificent shade of blue that reminded me of Princess Luna. Alone the sides were crimson lightning-bolt-patterns that would label me as a troublemaker back home. The same pattern went vertically down a small goatee at the very end of my chin. I guess that means even ponies have to shave!

My god, I'm HAWT!

"Would you like to meet the princesses?"

"AH!" I forgot she was there, and she made me jump. She had tied her hair back in a ponytail (heh, PONYtail) since I last looked, presumably to keep herself occupied. "Uh, s-sure. I'm sure they could explain this whole thing to me."

"Right this way, then, and I'll take you to them. Lucky you, all four Princesses are in Canterlot today."

"You mean Cadance is here? And Twilight?"

"Uh-uh… say, how come you know so much despite being unconscious when you arrived?"

"I know so much about Equestria it's scary."

"Mhmm."

We walked through the grand hallways of the palace in silence for a bit before I realised something.

"Hey, I never caught your name, Miss…”

"Heh." She chuckled, smirking at me. "The name's Silent Silver, but most call me Silva."

"Silva, eh?" I said, smirking back at her. "Kinda cute…"