Impossible is Probable

                  Black

                   That was it. Nothing else.

                   I turn my head to the right.

                        Black.

                  I turn my head to the left.

                        Black.

Suffocating, dampining, BLACK.

  "So, this is what happens when you die." I whisper to myself. Do I drift around inhere forever? Will there be a light at the end? Who knows. I don't.

"Hello!" I yell onto the void. "Anyone else there!"  I wait a few more seconds. "HELLO!?" I yell, again, and again, and again. I don;t stop until my throat is soar and my voice-box is hammered.

"Your not dead yet, little one." A booming voice that seemingly comes from everywhere.

  "DAY SHIT!" I yell "WHO, WHAT... ouch, never mind. Hurts to much to speak..."

                  The booming voice chuckles. You, you little one, get a second chance at life.

  "Am I going back home?" I ask hopefully.

No. I am sorry. Your body back one your home planet is dead. Even I can not send you back to your home.  It sorrowfully replies. But, you still get to live.

  I stare at nothing. "I... can't go back home....?" I pause for a moment. "I rather be dead, than sent somewhere else than Earth." I turn my head to the blackness.  "Let me die in peace!"

               The voice is silent for a minute more. [size=18]I am sorry, but this is the way it must be. /size]

A unknown force just pushing down on my head. I wriggle about in pain as it goes into my mind and body "STOP!" I beg, to no avail. The pain starts to get more powerful by the second.

                                 *CRACKCRACK BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM*

  The pain stops as quickly as it started. I roll over as I pass through a cloud. Wait, WHAT! CLOUD! I think.  I flip over again and notice: 1. I'm at least 2 miles above the ground, and 2. There's something brown sticking out of where my face mouth should be. Taking immediate action and calming myself down, I try to open my mouth, but the brown thing moves instead.

  "Hi?" I say. Right then, I realize that that brown thing IS my mouth. As the conclusion gets to my brain, I forget everything I learned about staying calm in a difficult situation. Everything comes back in a tidal wave. -I'M MILES ABOVE GROUND, AND NOT HUMAN.

         "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK"

PonyVille

It was going as a normal day; at least as normal can get in PonyVille.

   But that was before a large vortex-looking-light appeared above the town, maybe nine or ten miles above the ground.

All the more timid Mares and Stallions ran into the nearest cover- ranging from a house to a baby-carriage.

   The others all looked up into the sky, but only one Lavender mare saw a small brown dot falling.

   And after a moment, she managed to make you what the said dot was.

    "HOLY SWEET CELESTIA!"

Jake

    After my outburst, I seem to calm down a fraction, but enough to control myself. I flip over in the the air to get a better look at myself.  Okay, okay: I have a backpack looking thing on me, with my pistol on it...

Along with a whole new style:

I kinda look like a small horse.. Is my first thought at seeing my new body. I have a brownish-red coat, a black mane with a small bit of red at the tips,  a black tail, and wings.

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WINGS!?

I'M A HORSE, WITH MOTHERFUCKING WINGS!?

Well. I guess it isn't the most strangest thing today.

Then my AMAZING BRAIN comes to a conclusion.

I look down. I'm above ground. And I have wings. Well then, lets try this.

   First I try something like rolling my shoulders. Then I try imagining me flapping the wings. Then I realize that it's a whole new appendage, and should be just like a arm or leg. THAT works. *POOMF* My wings shoot straight out. *RIIIIIIIIIPP*

........

I screech like I never have before. Half of my feathers on each wing are ripped out as quick as a snap.

Oh... Ya. I going half of the speed of sound, and I put full blunt pressure on the wings. My rational side says.

FUCK SHIT LORD PICKLE NAZI ASS FUCK PAIIIN AHH NIGERIA DICKHEAD McASS-STINE. DE PAIINZZ! My other side says. The headache from before comes back, and my vision starts to split. Something that looks like a white sheet slowly goes over my eyes, and just before I black out, I realize that it wasn't a sheet, but It was unconsciousness approaching. In a final desperate move, I roll over so that my back will hit the ground first.

   The whiteness engulfes my vision, and I proceed to go back into nothing-ness.

PonyVille

"EVERYPONY! LOOK, UP THERE!" The Lavender mare from before yells, pointing a hoof up in the sky at a critiacly injured, unconscious pegasus. All the ponies within range of her shout look up just in time to see said pegasus hit the town square with immense speed.