“...think they’re okay…”

“...bad luck on their part…”

“...waking up, y’all!”

Gavin only heard bits and pieces as he struggled to get up. The voices appeared to belong to kids because of their high pitched tones. Gavin always adored kids, especially Geoff’s daughter.

After a long bout of silence, Gavin finally opened his eyes to see three small fillies standing in front of him. Cute, adorable fillies. Each of them stood at half of Gavin’s height. The first filly had a yellow coat with a cute bow on her reddish-magenta mane. The second filly wore a white coat with a mane of varying shades of violet and a small horn sticking out of head. The last filly was a darker shade of orange than Ray, and had a even darker shade of violet as her mane. This filly also had two small wings attached to her back. All three of them had worried looks on their faces as Gavin struggled to get up.

“What happened here, Pinkie? It looks like you and Applejack had a really big fall here,” said the white filly. Dear God, their cuteness is going to flummox me, thought Gavin.

“Well, I guess the tree branch sort of plopped out from under us,” said Gavin, rubbing his head. He was genuinely surprised that the fall hadn’t killed the two of them. It was the tallest tree in the area, after all. Then again, this is a land where unicorns and pegasi exist.

Meanwhile, Ray had begun to stir a few feet from where the group was standing. The yellow filly with the bow noticed and ran over to his side. “Applejack, wake up. Are ya’ okay, big sis?”

Big sis? Is that Applejack’s sister? though Gavin.

Ray, still not fully conscious, mumbled, “Gavin… kill… Gavin.”

The little filly was apparently confused, “Wha? Who’s this ‘Gavin’ you’re speaking of, sis?”

Ray opened his eyes when he heard the familiar new voice, and saw the little filly staring at him with empathetic eyes. He quickly sat up, startled by the sudden appearance, but gained his composure enough to answer, “Ugh, nothing, I just kind of bumped my head a little bit on the way down, Applebloom.”

Applebloom looked unconvinced, but at least she wasn’t asking anymore. Before the former human could relieved, however, another one of the fillies asked, “Are you sure you’re okay, Applejack? You’re talking kind of funny.”

“What are you talking about, I’m speaking perfectly nor-” he started, but stopped when he realized that Applejack had a southern accent. Quickly, he cleared his throat and began again, “Ah mean, that was a mighty rough fall I ‘dun had. Maybe we ‘oughta be mo’ careful ‘round here. Right Pinkie?”

Ray waited for Gavin to reply, but the Brit was too busy silently snickering due to his friend’s horribly fake accent. Only a jab to the side and a quick “that’s you, assshole” from his friend got him talking.

“Of course! We should really be more careful about our exploits, my good lad,” Gavin said with confidence, only to have that confidence shattered when the three fillies started laughing.

“What? Why are you laughing?” asked a confused lad.

“It’s that funny accent you’re talking in, Pinkie Pie,” said the white filly, still chuckling.

“Yeah, keep talking like that. It’s funny,” added the orange winged-filly.

Ray leaned towards his befuddled friend and whispered into his ear, “Who’s got the stupid accent now?”

“Come off it,” he angrily whispered back, then turned his attention back to the three laughing fillies. Ray had called the yellow one Applebloom, but he still didn’t know the other two’s na- no wait, he did know their names. The white one was Sweetie Belle, the sister of the pony Jack was in. The other one was Scootaloo. But how did he know their names if he’d never heard them.

Maybe it has something to do with those powers Ray was telling me about, Gavin thought to himself. The idea greatly excited him. Maybe they would get their chances at being superheroes after all.

His thought was interrupted, however, when Ray began speaking in his fake Southern accent again. “What are ya’ three doing out ‘ere, anyhow?”

“Just going over to our treehouse to come up with more plans for crusading,” stated Sweetie Belle, obviously excited about that day, “We came up with this awesome idea to try and get our cutie marks.”

“Ah still think that that the Cutie Mark Dust Sweepers would’ah worked,” said Applebloom sourly.

“C’mon guys, we can’t waste any more time!” shouted Scootaloo, who was impatiently waiting on her mini-scooter. The two fillies quickly hopped on and the three shot away, shouting “Cutie Mark Garden Hoses!” all they way.

Gavin couldn’t help but smile as he looked at Ray. “Those three are adorable. I’m kind of starting to see why you and Michael watch this show.”

“Yeah well, it’s no Sailor Moon,” commented Ray.

“Alrighty then, back to business,” said Gavin, eager to start talk about his new-found powers, “We can most definitely use my powers to our advantage, but what about you? Can Applejack do anything extraordinary?”

Ray thought for a second and nodded, “Well, she can buck. Not that kind of bucking, Gavin! What I mean is that she’s pretty strong.”

“Alright, perfect! Now all that’s left are the costumes! Are there any ponies in this part that can make suits or shit?”

“That’s a retarded question; there’s Rarity… fuck!” shouted Ray as he face-hooved, “Jack’s in Rarity’s body, and she’s the only seamstress in this town!”

“Bollocks!” The Brit pouted for a few seconds until an idea came to his head and face lighted up as the wheels in his brain began turning, “Oh wait! If I still have my Pinkie Sin…”

“Pinkie Sense!”

“...whatever! If I still have that, then maybe Jack will have some of that Rarity’s suit-making skills!”

Ray couldn’t help but roll his eyes, “Please, Jack has never sewn in his life. How does being in a different body uummggpppphhhh!” Gavin had already covered the Hispanic’s mouth as he dragged him off towards the vibrant town.

“...and why exactly are we going to Flutting-sheer’s house anyways?” asked a curious Ryan. He and Michael had left the skies long ago and now calmly walked up a short dirt trail towards a cottage at the edge of the forest.

“Fluttershy, Ryan! And we’re going to test something out, alright?” said Michael angrily. He was beginning to regret bringing along the whiny man-turned-pony, because the the whole magic-controls-the-world concept just didn’t present itself to Ryan in a good way. Unable to wrap his head around the mechanics of this world, he’s been incessantly clinging on to Michael for help, asking him question after question after question. Needless to say, it was starting to tick him off.

How strange, Michael thought to himself, Back on Earth, I almost depended on Ryan’s help with computers for everyday work in the office. Now it’s the reverse.

“Test what exactly?” asked Ryan.

Michael sighed, “Alright, let me explain. In the show, Fluttershy has the ability to communicate with woodland creatures for some reason. Since you’re in her body, I just wanna see if you can talk to animals as well.”

Ryan gave Michael a quizzical glance in response, which infuriated Michael to no end. If you fucking ask one more question, I’m going to have to rip your fucking throat out, he thought. Thankfully, Ryan said no more, though he still looked confused.

By then, the cottage had appeared in their fields-of-vision. Ryan thought it to be a nice house, with slanted white walls and an accessible bridge leading to the front door. Before they could approach it, however, three small birds swooped down from a tree next to the two ponies and hovered in place in front of Ryan and began chirping. But Ryan somehow understood these animals to be saying “Welcome back, Fluttershy!” His eyes widened as he realized this.

“Holy shit, I understood them!” It was the birds’ turn to give a quizzical look, but Michael only gave a look of satisfaction.

“Well, look’s like this experiment’s a success,” he said contently.

“Fluttershy, are you okay?” the birds seemed to say as they chirped their concerns.

“I-I-don’t even… How is this…?”

“Face it, Ryan,” said Michael as he wrapped his hooves around his astonished friend, “You’re stuck in a world where magic dominates. Open your eyes to the light, bitch!”

Something unexpected happened, though. Ryan’s face slowly morphed from an expression of shock and fear to something a bit more bemused, malicious even. The Mad King had emerged, and he smiled up at the birds with a hideous grin.

“Why hello, my pretties. Would you by chance happen to have any cows around these parts?”

The birds tweeted out and flew off in one direction, quickly followed by Ryan shouting something along the lines of “I’m coming, Edgar!”, leaving Michael to stare in their direction. After a moment of silence, he finally muttered, “Fuck.”

Author's Note

I'm back! Like I said, I've been busy with schoolwork and what-not. Not only that, but I've also been busy writing up an entry for the Fluttershy Fan Club's 80+ Members Contest, which you can check out right here. I think it turned out pretty good, and I would really like your guys' opinion on it.
Anyways as you could probably tell, I didn't manage to keep my promise and deliver a solid chapter. I just really need to find the motivation to write this whole thing down.
...And to be perfectly honest, I have no idea where the heck this story is going. I mean, I have a faint idea of what I want to happen, but I haven't taken the time to actually sit down and create a clear, cohesive storyline. Maybe you guys could help? If you have any suggestions on where you want this story to go, then I'll be happy to think about it.
That is, if you're even still interested in this story and I'm not just talking to nobody... Hello? Anyone there?
Hope you all enjoyed, adios!