“Come on, son, time for school. You only have two weeks left,” calls out a voice from a lit kitchen having walls of a sickish yellow. The masculine voice originated from a slim and tall man with a bushy beard, black hair that reaches down to their shoulders and in a shirt with the Motorhead logo in the center.

“Ugh…” you drone out before sighing and sulking into your chair. You just finished eating your delectable breakfast and now the joy of having a good morning was ruined by your father’s voice. “Can’t I just miss today? I will still be except from the exams even if I do.”

“No. You are going to finish out school. After that you can skip all you want.” Your father proceeded to chuckle lightly after his teasing. This only irritated you and made you groan in annoyance. “I thought you would be more excited since those stupid, colorful horses came.”

“Don’t call them stupid, dad!” Now you were out of your chair and looking at your contradictory father. You were nothing like him except for the fact you two shared the same eye color. Other than that, you were tolerance, he was prejudice. You were calm and tamed while your father was wild and loud. “They’re here now. This is big for humanity a…“ Your dad yawns, obviously looking bored at what you were about to say. With it he jangled his keys in the air, making them click and telling you to shut up and get your supplies.

You collect all your homework, any extra pencils and cram them all into the various zippers of your backpack. With a sigh, you follow your father into his truck and take your seat on the passenger side of the vehicle. You strap your seat-belt on and then put your fingers into your ears just as your father ignited the engine to turn on. You felt a thump and then heard screams, fast drums and heavy guitar riffs that always made your ears bleed when you did not close your ears. The music grows quiet when your father turns the volume knob down. “You are such a weaklin’, son,” your father teases before turning his head around and backing out of the driveway. You only groan and look out the window to see a beautiful summer day.

The ride to school was plain, boring and always has been ever since school started. You passed by the same buildings, the same lights, the same grass and the same everything. The sky held little surprise as well besides the occasional pegasus flying overhead. It was all you could look forward to see: One of the Equestrian, cartoon ponies flying through the clouds and sky. No one knows exactly how they arrived onto your world. One day everyone is doing the same routine and then the next they had the company of Equestria to greet them when they woke up. The ponies were just as confused as you were, but after some intense debate on television, they were integrated into your society without any question.

After a ten minute ride of monotony you are finally at your school. Your dad unlocks the doors allowing you to exit and tackle on another day at your school. “I love you, son.” Hearing those words always sent shivers down your spine. You despised your father since you had your own intellectual thoughts and ideas, but he still always cared for you. You simply look at him and mumble out “I love you too, father,” before closing the door and walking towards the two grand doors of your school.

Opening the first set of doors then the second set, you were presented by a powerful gust of freezing air hitting your body. School’s AC must have gone hay-wire again you thought. Normally it was warm, relaxing and sleep-inducing. Not cold, awakening and uncomfortable. Regardless you check the clock. 7:34. Around forty minutes until you were supposed to be in class learning your final unit of science. You groan and make your way towards the cafeteria, hoping some of your friends would be there dabbling in the subject of your fellow Equestrian friends. Once you reach it, you are disappointed to see it was your former teasers: The Horse-Killers. You always did think it was a lame name, but they certainly were unpleasant individuals. Constant harassment, teasing, name calling, and even some badly attempted hacking attempts left you highly annoyed, but not phased by their antics. Just the usual when it came to being a brony.

“Hey look, it’s Ponyboy! What’s up pussy?” Garret. The Curser and Racist.

“Oh! Hey! Did you have sex with any of them yet?” Amanda. The Nymphomaniac.

“You’re a fag! Those ponies are lame, even if they are real.” And finally Bruno. The Calm One.

And the only people willing to talk to you.

“Hey guys…” You say with a dreary sigh while you walk over to the table. You set your stuff down and sit down with your acquaintances, dreading what their comments will be today. It was not like this constantly, but until your true friends came, you were stuck with this clique. They are not that bad of bullies anymore ever since the equines arrived in your world; they even started to grow a little fond of them. But, even with all of the ponies surrounding them, they still targeted you. “How are you three?”

“Horny as usual. I just got done sucking off another boy. You, dumbass?” Amanda said while she flicked you on your forehead.

“Optimistic and ready to get out of this place.” You reply calmly, looking at Amanda annoyed and irritated. “I take it you got another STD, Amanda?”

“You don’t get STD’s from oral, stupid. You get them from penetration.” You roll your eyes, knowing full well you could get sexual diseases from oral sex. “And I told you this a million times already, I don’t have any STD’s!” After her outburst, she slaps you right across your cheek, leaving a faint mark of her hand. Garret and Bruno do the same to you, causing your eyes to tear up.

“I think he’s crying again. Pussy.” Garret says while he chuckles seeing you in pain.

“Eh. We could have done better guys.” Bruno adds.

“Perhaps, but Pussy, you got your homework for Astronomy?” With a repeated sigh you fish out last night’s homework and give it to Garret. Immediately he begins to fill out the answers with haste.

“Your welcome.” You say while you turn your attention to the other two members. “How was your weekend?”

“It could have been better if I didn’t seen more news reels about those ponies and their gay magic.” Bruno sighs and proceeds to pull out a pen and paper. He was a doodler when he got bored, and a talented one at that. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to draw you a little picture.” You sigh and look at Amanda, but she was too busy holding her stomach and wincing.

“You okay, Amanda?” You asked, concerned for her well being already.

“Yes, I just didn’t get to eat breakfast this morning. Was a bit rushed trying to finish off Patrick before my parents woke up.” The image makes you shiver. Amanda was certainly a sex addict and an open one at that. At times she even offered to take you, but you kindly refused each of her offers.

“Want me to buy you breakfast?” Despite these three being your worst nightmare, you always did have a soft heart for them. They were people and they still deserved a little kindness. Amanda nods and gives you a little smile. You smile right back and get her breakfast from the school cafeteria.

The line was not long since it was still early in the morning, so you had a variety of foods to choose from for Amanda. Ultimately, you went with two pancakes, a bowl of fruit, and carton of milk. You pay for the food and deliver it to Amanda. She might have been trying to hide it, but she always appreciated your generous acts. “Thank you.” She begins to devour her meal, wasting no time. You check the digital clock on the wall and see it was 7:40. You silently sigh and pull out your phone, looking at the latest news.

For minutes, the group sits in complete silence, but Bruno is the first to break it. “Here you go, fag.” He hands you an extremely vulgar picture. Rainbow Dash was sitting on your face while something came out of her rear. Your face grows green and the others begin to laugh. “Keep it.”

You swallow down your bile and nod, secretly crumbling it up and pushing it into the deepest and darkest depths of your backpack. You were not sure if you were just scarred for life, or flattered that Bruno thought about you (even if it was negatively). More minutes pass by while you waited for the bell to ring and send you to class. Garret finished copying your homework and handed it back to you. Amanda finishes eating and throws her trash away. “You know, Ponyboy? I think I’m starting to like you.” She says… genuinely? You were left speechless, but the others certainly had some remarks.

“You going soft on him, Amanda?” Bruno says while shaking his head in disapproval of her words.

“I didn’t realize a slut could care about anyone.” You clench your hands into a fist at Garret’s comment, but quietly push that rage aside and look at Amanda. She was a little hurt, but did speak again.

“I didn’t see your fat-ass buy me breakfast.” She says, glaring at Garret. You noticed she had pigtails in her hair. They were simply gorgeous to you and you feel and urge to say something to Amanda.

“Amanda?” You ask.

“What?” She says, hurt filling her voice.

“Your hair looks stunning today.” You see her blink and then watch her hand feel the back of one of her pigtails. Amanda blushes slightly, obviously aghast by your compliment. Garret and Bruno snicker, but you were too focused on her to even notice their laughing.

“Uhm… thank you.” Surprisingly, she got up and hugged you, only causing Garret and Bruno to burst out laughing in unison. You blush yourself at her warm embrace, but gently wrap your arms around her and return the hug. She silently whispers something in your ear: “You’re much better than those two, Ponyboy.” With her words said, she breaks the hug and goes back into her seat. You were about to smile, but then she said. “You’re still gay though.” You roll your eyes and shrug.

Then the three of you hear the bell ring. With that you promptly leave the table and speedily head to class. You could not help but feel someone was watching you, but you brush it off and head down the science hall. The halls were crowded now that the equines were here on your planet. As luck would have it, your school had enough room to take in quite a few ponies. You appreciated the fact they were here, but it made commuting to class a lot harder since traffic jams in the hall were constant now. Most of the time you arrived in the classroom a few seconds before the tardy bell rang. To close for your standards.

Being one of the first in the science hall, you could see a few pleasant individuals. One certain individual caught your eye and made you feel a little nervous inside. She was the most beautiful pegasus you had ever seen in your life, years before you even met her personally. Her cerulean blue coat shined, her magenta eyes sparkled, and her mane was a magnificent rainbow color. She was the definition of beauty to you. She was Rainbow Dash, the fastest and laziest pony in school.

She bumps into you intentionally, causing you to fall to the ground in pain. Suddenly she is near your ear and whispers something. “300 even hall. Men’s bathroom. B lunch.” And just like that she was off on her way to class. You get back up and continue walking to class while you pondered the meaning of what she said. The 300 even hall was Foreign Language. You had B lunch. But why did she say men’s bathroom?

What did Rainbow Dash want with you?

Author's Note

So no sexy time yet. That's for next chapter. I hope you all enjoyed the little opening. I certainly was not expecting it to drag on this long, but know it will be rewarding come next chapter... I hope.