Waking up in Equestria

Once again, Celestia's glorious sun shined over the land, waking its' inhabitants. Warmth spread to those who accepted it, filling their bodies with a happiness that could never be matched.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"

Except for one.

In the town of Ponyville, the residents woke up to a rather large explosion, followed by a mushroom cloud, forming over the lower east side of the small hamlet. Debris, from what was once a small mirrors shop, rained down around the area, sending shattered glass and wood to the ground below.

Emerging from the cloud of debris, a lone figure walked, a look of accomplishment on his face. Striding with a slight swagger in his walk, Harry left the scene of destruction he caused.

It was about damn time that annoying reflection met its' end.

How he managed to obliterate the shop with out the use of unicorn magic, nopony even bothered to ask. All they cared about was the fact that there isn't a mirror shop anymore, along with half of the antique shop next door.

Striding into the Golden Oaks Library, Harry gave a content sigh of accomplishment as he saw Twilight emerge from the hall to his room, her mane rustled out of its' orderly appearance. She was slightly glowing from the activities that occurred last night between the two.

"Sweet Celestia above Harry, why did you run off like that?" Twilight asked. Pointing to the now dissipating mushroom cloud, Harry smirked.

"I took care of a problem. It's been bugging me since I was in the Hospital." he said, folding his arms. Twilight rolled her eyes and gave a sigh, continuing on with the conversation.

"But you do realize you took care of your problem, completely naked?" she asked, pointing a hoof to Harry. He looked down and ripped his head back, laughing merrily.

"Twilight my dear, sometimes things need to be taken care of in the nude. Shows your true power and abilities." He said, striking a pose of alpha dominance. Twilight gave a small smirk and trotted over to him, giving Harry a hug around his torso.

"Get inside and throw some boxers on. You'll catch a cold; it's still winter, mind you." she chided him, using her magic to close the door behind Harry. From upstairs, a tired groan could be heard, followed by the shuffling of small, clawed feet.

"Geez you two...if you kept it up, you would've woken the entire town..." Spike said in a grouchy tone as he walked down the staircase, glaring daggers at Harry and Twilight, completely ignoring the fact that the stallion was naked right now. Twilight blushed a bit and put a hoof to her mouth.

"Oh, I'm sorry Spike! Did we wake you?" she asked, trotting over to the baby dragon and hugging him.

"Yeah, you did. And take a shower, I can smell your nighttime activities on you." Spike said, pinching his nose a bit. Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Uh, how would you know what sex smells like? Aren't you still a kid?" Harry asked. Spike scoffed and pouted a bit.

"I maybe small, but that's only because I haven't hit my growth spurt yet. I'm actually seventeen at this point. I should be hitting the growth spurt here in a couple of days." Spike said, folding his arms and smirking. "And I've been around Sweetie Belle long enough to know how thing smell." he added. Twilight gasped and smacked the dragon on the back of his head.

"Spike! That's underage! You could get in trouble!" she scolded. Spike growled and rolled his eyes.

"Jeez Twilight, I haven't done a thing with her! I mean, she's about to start maturing also! I pick up on things!" Spike said in his defense. Harry laughed and walked down to his bedroom for a moment, returning in a pair of boxers.

"I thought you were chasing Rarity's tail." Harry said. Spike sighed and grimaced.

"I was, but I realized that she had practically friend-zoned me. Closest I'll get to her is Sweetie Belle, and she's actually a lot more interested in a possible hook-up with this guy." Spike said, entering the kitchen with the other two behind him.

"You know, oddly enough, that makes total sense." Twilight said, sitting at the table.

"Well of course it is. I mean, Rarity was out of Spike's league anyway. The closest to a relationship he would have with her, is by being her purse-dragon. Sweetie Belle is more in his league, sharing many traits he finds attractive in Rarity, and sharing the same age range with him. It's all psychological." Harry said tapping at his head. Twilight gave a small nod, suddenly realizing that Harry had become a somewhat teacher in that brief moment.

As the sounds of breakfast being cooked filled the room, Twilight and Harry were smiling at each other, Harry's hand holding her hoof across the table.

"Oh brother..." Spike groaned as he placed a plate of wheat bacon on the table and walked away. Something on the table shimmered, catching Harry's eye briefly.

"Did you see that?" he asked.

"Hmm?" asked Twilight through a mouthful of wheat bacon.

"That small shimmer, right there." Harry replied, pointing to the spot where he saw the disturbance. Twilight gave a shrug and shook her head.

"Nope, nothing." she said. Right then, the shimmering grew brighter, catching both their attentions now. "Okay, that time, yes." she suddenly said. The shimmering became a gentle pulsing, slowly increasing in its' pulsing, like a heart under a workout. A light flashed suddenly, and a clunk was heard of the wooden table top.

Sitting there, was an iPod Touch in a black, heavy duty casing. Twilight leaned closer to the object, poking it with a hoof. It took Harry a moment to recognize the item, suddenly gasping and grabbing it.

"Holy shit! It's my iPod!" he said, his fingers instinctively going to work on the touch screen, inputting the password and unlocking the device.

"I...Pod...?' Twilight asked, her head tilting with curiosity.

"A bit of technology, back home. It carried our music, mobile games, and pictures we saved or took with the camera." He said, pointing to the back of the iPod, where a small circle was placed. "And it's still fully charged! How in the world did it get here though...?" he asked quietly. Horn ablaze in magic, Twilight gently took the device and scanned it over.

"Various metals and plastics, wiring and electronics, glass for the screen." she said, her voice analytical. Her magic surged a bit as she continued the scan. "I'm detecting the spell I was attempting to cast. The one that put me in the hospital and brought you here. Maybe the spell not only enveloped you, but anything you used daily. This iPod of yours is wonderful though! Something the size of, well; your hand, being capable of holding so much! You have to let me take it apart and study its' internals!" Twilight said, giddiness in her tone.

Harry hissed and snatched his iPod away from her, holding onto it like Golem and the Ring. "My...prrrrecious..." he purred. Twilight blinked in a 'Wat' kind of moment.

"For crying out loud, I'm going to hang with the Crusaders. You two are nothing but strange lately." Spike said, gathering the breakfast plates, putting them in the sink, and departed the library. Laughing, Harry brought his iPod up and began messing with it, tapping at the screen.

"Well, this is strange..." he said. Peaking over his shoulder, Twilight kissed him on the cheek.

"What is?" she asked, looking at the screen in amazement.

"I'm still connected to the four-gee my iPod runs on." he said.

"Four-gee?" Twilight echoed.

"It's a type of service a majority of our devices run on back home. Gives us signal to things like the internet or local wifi hotspots." he said in a casual tone. Harry could feel the curiosity irradiating from the mare. "I'll explain all that later." he said, earning a small huff of disappointment from Twilight.

Suddenly, his iMessage notifications exploded with almost one-hundred messages.

"Whoa." was all Harry said as he opened the messenger and scanned through the messages.

"Harry, where are you?"

"Come home, right now! Your father and I are worried!"

"Stop being a terrible friend and answer your damn messages Harrison."

All the messages held these kinds of subjects, most from his friends.

"Are you going to reply? They're all worried sick about you." Twilight said.

"I...I don't know...how will they take the fact that I'm on a whole different planet?" he asked her. Giving his a hug and a nuzzle to the cheek, Twilight smiled.

"You will never know, unless you do so." she said. Sighing, Harry turned the device sideways, the digital keyboard springing up. Immediately, his thumbs went to work, typing out a cascade of letters which morphed into words, which transformed into sentences, which combined to form paragraphs. Twilight watched with baited breath as she saw the words form in Harry's response. With a final tap of the screen, Harry sent the message to his friends and family.

A couple minutes passed.

Nick: "Are you high?"

Austin: "Here we go again, with the ponies. Bro, you're obsessed!"

"What does he mean?" Twilight asked.

"I'll explain later." Harry said, blowing her off a bit.

Mom: "Stop making up stories and come home, right now!"

Me: I can't. I'm telling the honest to God truth!"

Mom: "It has been almost an entire month! Why did you even run off!?"

Me: "Like I said, I got, well, teleported."

Mom: "Bullshit. Home. Now."

"Nopony seems to believe you..." Twilight said, sadness hinting at her tone. Suddenly, an idea sparked in Harry's mind.

"Get close." he said, tapping the 'Add a Photo' option.

"Why?" asked Twilight as she watched the screen become a mock camera shutter, which opened to reveal both Harry and Twilight on the screen. "AH! HOW AM I THERE?!" Twilight yelled, tapping the screen with a hoof.

"Camera on the front also. Tiny speck at the top of the screen. Now back up and let me take a picture. This will prove to them that I'm not lying." Harry said. Still unsure of the iPods' intent, Twilight leaned back and got into the picture with Harry. "Relax and smile. Don't want to look like you're being tortured, now do you?" Harry chuckled, kissing her on the cheek.

"That is true." Twilight replied, her body relaxing, a smile going to her lips. Harry joined in the smile and clicked the camera icon on the screen, the shutter closing briefly, then the screen returned to the messenger. The photo appeared in the typing box, and Harry added some text to it.

"I fuckin' told you. I wasn't lying."

*     *     *

The air inside the library was filled with a heavy bassline, suddenly being joined by a guitar and drums. The rock music accumulated into one sound as the singer came into play.

"Who was this singer again?" Twilight asked, a ton of notes surrounding her as she and Harry sat on the floor.

"M. Shadows. Lead singer of Avenged Sevenfold." Harry said. Twilight nodded and wrote that down, her ears perked as the music played.

"Your people have such a wide variety in music! It's almost impossible to find one that appeals to me." Twilight giggled. Harry gave a small smile in response.

It had been a few hours since he sent the picture to his mom and friends, showing the truth.

Nick: "Wait. Wat."

Austin: "I'm checking to see if this is photoshopped."

Nick: "I don't think it is..."

Austin: "It has to be. You can do anything to a photo!"

As for his mother.

Mom: "What did your father and I do, to make you run off? You obviously put months of work into that picture!"

Me: "Mom, would I ever lie to you?"

Mom: "You have in the past."

Me: "Not relevant. But I'm telling the truth! I'm literally here in Equestria! The photo isn't fake!"

Needless to say, things hadn't gone over well. Noticing Harry's demeanor, Twilight got up and flopped onto his lap, looking up at him.

"Don't be sad Harry, they'll understand soon." she said. He nodded and sighed.

"I hope so. I intend on taking a video to solidify my story."

*     *     *

Deep in the Everfree Forest, Lyra was sneaking around, searching for Zecora's tree hut. After about a couple of hours, she had finally found it. She watched from the shadows as Zecora trotted out of her home, heading in the direction of Ponyville.

"Probably on a grocery run..." Lyra muttered. Hopping from her hiding place, Lyra teleported herself into the home, appearing right above Zecora's large cauldron. "Uh oh..."

Lyra landed into the cauldron, sending its' contents all over the place. Emerging like a crocodile, Lyra huffed and climbed out of the brew, shaking herself like a dog.

"Now...where is that sleeping powder...?" she pondered, her eyes gazing about the various shelves of brews.

On one of the shelves, an odd looking creature sat. Its' body was a somewhat dark blue, its' top being accented by a large orange flower of some kind. It snoozed along peacefully, drool dribbling from its' lips.

"Glooooom...Glooooooom..." it snored. Sneering maliciously, Lyra enveloped the creature in a golden grasp and lifted it off the shelf. The creature startled awake, its' orange flower releasing a spore of some kind. "GLOOM!" it yelled, trying to find its' attacker. Lyra used her magic to levitate both Gloom and a small pot of some kind, shaking the creature as a white powder fell from its' flower, like a snowfall. Cackling, Lyra tossed the small creature aside, dashing out of the hut with the powder in her telekinetic grasp.

"This will be perfect..."