homesick

by gkst

Rating: teen
Tags: Original Character, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Twilight Sparkle, Applejack, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Rainbow Dash, Romance
Length: 4469

Silver wakes up one morning in a strange land filled with stranger creatures and no way home.

Silver wakes up one morning in a strange land filled with stranger creatures and no way home. His situation is quickly explained by an Alicorn named Twilight Sparkle who tells him that there is no way for him to return home unless he's willing to wait two and a half years. As a result Silver finds that he has to discover a way to co-exist with these strange beings if he wants to survive this weird land named Equestria.

Published 2014-03-02 00:10:06 UTC
Last updated 2014-03-02 00:10:06 UTC

Chapter 1

I believe in an afterlife despite being a rather loud and obnoxious atheist. To me God is an impossible concept. I can’t think of way for any one individual could have that much power and not end up destroying themselves and probably everything in existence as well. I just can’t think of a way for it to work. It might be nice for a short amount of time but life would just feel so … empty. Knowing everything and being capable of doing anything would make actually doing things pointless. What would be the point of doing anything if you knew exactly what would happen if you did it? The action and its consequences would be meaningless because you knew they were going to happen so you could make your own life perfect. I can’t think of a worse kind of hell.

Of course it is possible that I just can’t comprehend this great and all powerful being because I only have a lowly human brain but if I can’t understand God it becomes rather difficult to believe in him and even more difficult to worship him.

However the idea of an afterlife is a far more appealing concept. If anything I find it nearly impossible to not believe in an afterlife. It’s almost as if there’s a voice in my head that screams at me whenever I question the idea. This is probably a survival mechanism designed to keep me sane since the idea that one day I and everyone I have ever met will cease to exist and everything we’ve ever done will be rendered meaningless would undoubtedly leave me a drooling wreck on the floor. It might be the most logical answer I can come up with but it’s one I hate with every fibre of my being.

It reminds me of one time when I was twelve and I smashed a bunch of fancy scientific cylinder thingies when my teacher had sent me to a storage room to get one of said thingies. Instead of facing my problem I returned to my teacher cylinder in hand and asked to go to the toilet complaining of stomach cramps. I hid from my problems in the bathroom hoping they would go away. They didn’t of course. I got yelled at and made to pay for the surprisingly expensive cylinder thingies but I hid anyway. Still do every chance I get. Suspension of disbelief has a very powerful hold over me which is probably the reason I love books so much. I can’t help but want these fantastical adventures and creatures to be real and so, when I read, I can’t help but believe that they are for a little while. The difference between these situations and my belief in an afterlife is that I want there to be an afterlife so badly that I end up forcing myself to believe. I know I’m probably just lying to myself and then convincing myself that these lies are the truth but I can’t help it. I would usually say that this is very unhealthy but, for the sake of my own sanity, in this instance I’ll allow it.

I often keep myself up late into the night with these strange thoughts about life the universe and everything. This was roughly what was going through my head as I was drifting off to sleep on earth for the last time.

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I was woken up by something small and kind of sharp prodding me in the side.

“Is he dead?” A small hesitant voice asked.

I let out a fairly audible groan to let the voice know that they shouldn’t bury me yet.

“I think that’s a no. Unless he’s a zombie! They groan all the time and they’re dead.” A slightly higher voice said.

“ ’mmmnot a zom-b” I muttered. I felt very strange. I didn’t feel like me which didn’t seem like a good sign.

“Well he’s definitely not a zombie then, they can’t talk.” A third and seemingly more confident voice chimed in.

I attempted to open my eyes but immediately regretted as the light nearly blinded me. After a few more half assed attempts I finally managed to keep my eyes open and soon realised I was looking at the sky. This meant one of two possible situations. 1- My house no longer had a roof or 2- I wasn’t in my house. Neither of these options appealed to me too much.

“Did I get drunk last night?” I asked myself. I couldn’t remember drinking anything last night but that didn’t necessarily mean I hadn’t. My past was littered with nights I couldn’t remember. I doubted it however since usually waking up after getting drunk resulted in my head hurting. In this case everything except from my head was hurting.

“Well then mistuh now that we’ve established you aren’t going to try and eat our flesh I would be happy to lend a helping hoof.” The first voice stated.

“Hoof?” I asked turning to the source of the voice. Standing next to me were three strange looking horses. The middle horse was holding a stick but other than that looked fairly normal except for having really big eyes. The other two where another matter entirely. The one on the right had a horn that looked fairly well attached to its fore head and the one on the right had wings. On top of this the trio were an assortment of bright colours.

I did the only rational thing there was to do in this situation. I let out a short high pitched yelp and ran away.

Luckily enough the trio were to startled by the yelp to immediately make chase so, since I was in what appeared to be an apple orchard, I lost them relatively quickly. I continued to run for a few minutes before realising something. I wasn’t running so much as I was galloping. This stopped me in my tracks and I decided to take a second to examine myself.

I didn’t like what I found.

For starters I know had four legs. I was pretty confident I had never had four legs before so I was somewhat freaked out by this fact. I also realised I had pitch black fur. This was another feature that I was fairly confident I did not have the day before.

I collapsed in a heap on the ground in shock.

I remained like this for what could have been hours trying to process this information but my brain kept rejecting it. This made zero sense. People don’t just wake up in the morning and have four legs.

“You alright partner?” A voice with a strong southern accent asked from behind me.

“I haven’t … I’m …” I let out a short high pitched laugh. “I don’t even know how to begin to answer that question.”

“That don’t sound to promising.” The southern voice replied as I felt something soft, warm and furry rest on my shoulder.

I turned to look at the being that was attempting to comfort me. It was a larger version of the horse like beings that woke me up. It had blonde hair and bright orange fur. It was also wearing a Stetson hat. My first thought was to pull the old ‘high pitched scream then leg it’ since it had worked so well the first time but I decided against it. While this was a perfectly valid response to seeing a monster it wouldn’t provide me the answers that I needed to make sense of my current predicament.

“Do yer have a name?” The inquisitive being asked

“Yes.”

“Do you want to tell me it?”

“No.”

“Well I’m Applejack” the being looked at me expectantly.

I stared blankly back at it trying to come up with a sentence that was longer than on word or, at the very least, contained more than one syllable. ”Hi.” I said disappointing myself greatly.

“Well I need to call yer something. I guess I’ll call you silver after yer mane.” It said becoming more agitated after each pathetic reply and pointing (well closer to gesturing really since it didn’t have fingers to point with) at my head.

Wondering what she meant by this I glanced upwards and saw a strand of silver. I reached up with my new ‘hoof’ and (somehow) pulled the front of my hair (or mane as the being had called it) down. It was indeed silver. This confirmed my worst suspicions. I seemed to now look like one of these horse thingies. ”Huh” I said before violently throwing up and fainting.

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I woke up in a bed.

‘That was one hell of a weird dream’ I thought, eyes still shut dreading the moment when my retinas would be assaulted by the monstrosity that is light. I finally found the strength to open my eyes and get out of bed but I stopped midway through getting up. That wasn’t my ceiling I was looking at it. Why do I never wake up to my own ceiling above me?

“You’re awake!” An over excited voice nearly screamed. “I’m so glad. I was worried I hadn’t cast the correction spell right, the book said that could happen. It also said that if the correction spell wasn’t cast within 24 hours of the original spell it wouldn’t work so I was worried I’d missed the window.”

I let out an elongated groan when I realised the voices owner was another of the strange horse like beings and that this meant my dream wasn’t in fact a dream. This particular being was light purple with a dark purple and pink mane. She not only had a horn but also wings.

“Are you alright?”

“No.”

“Applejack said you’d do that.”

“What?”

“The one word sentence thing.”

“Oh.”

“She was right, it is annoying.”

“Sorry.”

I wasn’t exactly sure what was going on but at this point I had decided to just go with the flow. I was fairly confident I’d just gone insane and this was all a product of my own overactive imagination so there seemed to be very little point in fighting it.

“So why did you try and change your physical appearance? Did you really want to be a Pegasus that badly?” The winged being asked a piece of paper and quill encased in a pink aura hovering in front of her.

“I didn’t and I’m a Pegasus?” I replied reaching behind my back and confirming that I did in fact have wings before closing my eyes and rubbing my temples.

“yes you are a Pegasus in prime condition. Your wings are fully grown and seem to have all the required bones and muscles for you to fly. Are you sure you didn’t purposefully try and alter your appearance? You had transmogrification sickness which can only be caused by going through some sort of transmogrification and there are only 3 ways that I know of which could cause this. The first is a potion the second is a spell and the third is that you went through a portal between dimensions.”

My eyes shot open at the third option “What do you mean by between dimensions?”

“Well there are hundreds of different dimensions in existence but not all of them contain ponies that look like you and me. As a result if we were to pass into a dimension that didn’t contain our race the universe would sort of compensate for that impossibility by transforming you into the closest thing to your race that existed in the dimension you are entering.”

That sounded like far too convenient an explanation to me. It still seemed far more likely that my brain had invented this place as a result of some sort of mental breakdown. However I decided to stick with the go with it option. If this was in fact what happened then I wasn’t crazy and if I was crazy then I’m already crazy so what could be the harm in humouring myself? “I pick option number 3 then Doctor.”

“My name is twilight sparkle and I’m not a Doctor. I’m a princess and a librarian.” The being stated matter of factly.

“Of course you are” I replied thinking that the crazy theory had suddenly gained a lot more credibility.

“Well if you are from a different dimension all we have to do is find out which one and send you back through the portal. The universe should take care of the rest. So what type of creature were you before you were a pony silver?”

I thought about correcting her on my name but thought better of it. This conversation was convoluted enough as it was and the naming conventions of these beings seemed to be different to that of humans and I didn’t fancy explaining them right now. “I was a human. It’s a sort of bipedal ape type creature.”

The princess/librarians facial expression seemed to change at this. Was that pity I could see in her face? “I know of the beings and I know of a portal to that dimension.”

“Well that’s great right? Problem solved?”

“Not exactly. There should only be one portal to and from that dimension and it only opens once every 30 moons.”

Yep that was definitely pity etched on her face which meant I pretty much knew what was coming. I asked the question anyway. “When does it next open.”

“Not for another 29 moons.”

“Oh…” I felt like I’d just been punched in the gut. Repeatedly.

It didn’t feel nice.

Author's Note

The first 500 words or so if this story may sound like random gibberish now but i promise you it will be tied into the story line at some point. unless I forgot or change my mind in which case i apologize for being forgetful/indecisive.

This chapter also contained a fair bit of my own head cannon towards the end so i'm sorry if my head cannon is different from your own even though that is probably inevitable since we don't share the same head. Though that would be fairly cool and interesting.

Chapter 2

I’d asked to go for a walk. I liked walking it was a great way of giving you time and space to think without any distractions. There were only 2 places I could ever get really deep into thought. The first was in bed late at night when I couldn’t sleep and the second was by walking. Twilight seemed fairly hesitant (she seemed to be questioning my mental stability after all the rolling on the floor crying that had occurred after ‘the incident’) but as she had said she wasn’t a Doctor and my actual Doctor seemed happy to be rid of me. Twilight had given me a rough map of the small village I was in (it was called ponyville because hey why not?) as well as some bits (the currency) and told me I was welcome to stay with her at the library until I found a more permanent place of residence in Equestria. She had also promised to try and find a way to get me home other than the portal she had talked about. She had also been kind enough to give me a crash course in ponies.

As I walked through the streets of the small town and ogled the multi coloured ponies and there strange tattooed rears (I’d made a mental note to ask twilight about that when I went to her library.) I had already come to one decision. If Twilight doesn’t find a way to send me home within a year I wouldn’t return home. That wasn’t to say I wouldn’t return to my world but I wouldn’t go back and see my friends and family. If I had been missing for more than a year they would have mourned me and moved on. Showing up on their door step after that much time had passed would only lead to confusion and would almost certainly bring them more pain than joy.

It was on this cheerful note that a rainbow streak came out of nowhere and hit me in the face.

“Ouch that looked like it hurt.” The rainbow streak said standing on top of me.

The pony (Twilight had told me to refer to the beings as ponies and described the four different races so I recognised this one as Pegasus) above me had a cyan coat and a multi coloured mane. The pony’s eyes were a reddish pink colour. A question suddenly overwhelmed my curiosity. “Are my eyes still blue?”

“ummm no. they’re just kind of red.” The confused pony replied.

“Okay second question. Are you a mare or a stallion?” Twilight had tried to explain how to tell the difference but I still couldn’t tell. Stallions just looked a little larger judging from her crudely drawn diagrams and most of the sexual organs were hidden from display.

“I’m a mare!” The mare slapped (or did something that resembled a slap but with hooves instead of hands so it was closer to a punch) me.

“Note to self don’t ask that question again. It sounds like an insult. Also would you kindly get off me?”

“No!”

“Why?”

“You were rude.”

“You bumped into me a good minute ago and have yet to say sorry and I’m the rude one?”

“You asked my gender!”

“How else am I supposed to tell?” This question earned me another slap.

“You shouldn’t say that to a beautiful mare.”

“I’ll remember that for future reference now please get off of me.”

“Fine but only because you admitted I was beautiful.” The mare finally climbed off of me allowing me to pick myself up off the ground.

“I never admitted you were beautiful.” I said before I could stop myself.

The mare looked at me in a way that reminded me of how a cat looked at a mouse. I started to run (/gallop) as fast as I could. I quickly realised my mistake when I turned to see her flying towards me so I did the first thing that came into my head. I flew.

As soon as I left the ground I began to wonder why I was only just trying this. It felt great. I was going faster than I’d ever gone before. Faster than I thought was possible. My mind was on auto pilot as I took the turns I remembered from the map thinking I could take refuge with twilight if I could outrun this mare. There was no way I wasn’t going to outrun this mare. I was the fastest thing on four legs and two wings. The library was right in front of me when I discovered how untrue this was.

I had been hit by a car once. It had hurt. I’d been hospitalised for a week and had managed to break a few bones as well. When the rainbow mare crashed into me it felt a little like that if the car was going about twice as fast. The landing wasn’t pretty.

I groaned again. I was getting pretty good at it.

“I am going to teach you some manners. I don’t care if you are a stallion. I’ll still beat the hay out of you!” The enraged mare shouted.

“Fine. I’m sorry for not realising you are an incredibly attractive mare at first sight. I promise not to make the same mistake in future and… wait. What do you mean you don’t care if I am a stallion?” My desperate pleading was suddenly replaced by my unquenchable curiosity.

“You know the whole a mare shouldn’t hit a stallion thing.” The rainbow pony said it as if it was obvious.

“You mean a stallion shouldn’t hit a mare right?”

“No. That’s stupid. What kind of mare can’t take a punch from a stallion? Unless we’re talking about big McIntosh but he’s a rare case.”

“Wait what?” Then realisation dawned. “You’re being sexist.”

“Yeah I am … sorry I don’t usual go that far you just got me a little worked up and I…”

I burst out laughing.

“Are you okay?”

“God no” I replied between bursts of laughter.After I’d calmed down a bit and the rainbow pony had climbed off of me for the second time today I continued. “So does that mean that this a society dominated by the female gender?”

“Well I wouldn’t say it’s really been dominated by mares for nearly a hundred years now. How do you not know that?”

“I suppose I do know that in a backwards sort of way.” I stated ideas already starting to form. ”so if a single stallion walks into a bar what would you presume he’s thinking?”

“Well I’d guess he was hoping for a good looking mare to ask him out. Why?”

“Because I want to see how the other half lives.”I glanced up at the sky and could tell it was getting fairly late. “What is your name by the way?”

“It’s Rainbow Dash. Thanks for asking.”

“ Hello Rainbow Dash I’m Silver and I’m new in town. Could you lead me to the nearest bar?”

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Upon arriving at the ‘stamped flank’ I walked up to the bar and prepared to order a whiskey but rainbow beat me to the punch.

“Whiskey neat please.”

“Make that two.”

“Really a whiskey?”

“Yes really. Why?”

“Nothing.Its just I don’t meet many stallions who drink whisky.”

“Oh yeah. Role swap.” I thought for a second before turning to the bar tender. “I have changed my mind good sir make that an apple martini.” The bartender glared at me.

“That’s a mare” Rainbow whispered in my ear.

“I meant Madame! Please don’t hit me like a speeding bullet.” The bartender shook her head and turned to ge us our drinks.

“What’s with the weird comment?” Rainbow asked.

“Well it’s what you did isn’t it?”

“Okay then but what about changing your drink out of nowhere like that.”

“I decided I wanted a different drink. Is that such a crime?”

“I suppose not.” Rainbow eyed me suspiciously.

We both sat in silence until the bartender served us our drinks. I immediately took a sip. “wow this is a damn sight better than the apple-tini my ex-Girlfriend made me sip.”

“Girlfriend? You mean Marefriend?”

“Of course what else would I mean?”

“I’m not sure.” Rainbow said sipping her own drink.

Despite the surprising deliciousness of the apple-tini it still wasn’t as good as a decent whisky and I found myself eyeing rainbows drink a fair bit.

This went on for a few minutes until rainbow passed me the drink. “If you’re going to keep eyeing it like that you might as well take a sip.” I did as I was told.

It was glorious.

The whisky wasn’t quite as strong as I was used to but it was still damn good whisky.

My blissful reaction must have shown on my face because rainbow asked. “Dude are you sure you don’t want a whisky.”

“I’m sure.” I replied.

I was just finishing the apple martini when I got my first bite. “Can I buy you a drink?” A unicorn asked.

“One moment.” I turned to rainbow dash and whispered “This ones a mare right?” The Pegasus shook her head.

I turned back to the unicorn in question. “Sorry but I play for the other team if you know what I mean.”

“Oh. Well know harm no foul I suppose.” The unicorn walked towards a large group of ponies and muttered something causing them all to burst out laughing. A few moments later Rainbow also burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?”

“I thought you were pulling my leg but you really can’t tell the difference between mares and stallions.” I gave the rainbow mare a confused look but then I realised what had happened.

“You didn’t.”

“That stallion was definitely a mare and, by the looks of things, she’s just told all her friends about your little conversation.” Rainbow began to laugh even harder.

If this sort of thing had happened back on earth I probably would have gotten angry and started. As things stood I just felt sad that the one source of amusement that I’d found in this place had already been wrecked. I’ll be the first to admit that I’d been acting like a bit of a dick since I realised how the mare/stallion relationship worked in Equestria. It wouldn’t really have been fair to any mare if I lead them on purely as a source of amusement but I thought it would be a nice way of alleviating a little of the loneliness I’d felt since the hospital. The chances of a mare in this bar trying that again seemed slim considering the group the unicorn was attached to comprised of roughly 90% of the ponies currently in the bar.

“Bartender double whisky straight up and neat.” I told the mare at the bar feeling myself deflate.

“You alright silver?” Rainbow asked finally coming out of her giggling fit.

I bit back my anger and fought off tears and I did something I hadn’t done in a long time. I sang. The song was still by Lee Brice although I first heard it sung by Tim Mcgraw. It was sloppy and it was muttered under my breath and I paused between lyrics to take sips of whisky but it calmed me down.

When I was finished I chugged the last of my drink and paid my tab and turned to leave the rainbow maned mare followed suit.

She repeated her question as we left the bar “You alright silver?”

“I’m fine. You just distracted me from my predicament for a while and when the distraction was gone it hit me again.”

“I liked the song.”

“Thanks. You mind showing me the way to the library. Twilight said she’d let me spend the night but I lost the map and I don’t want to get lost.”

“Sure.”

We walked to the library in silence. When we arrived Rainbow Dash rested her hoof on my shoulder and gave me an encouraging smile. “Everything will be fine.”

I felt something wet sliding down my face and quickly realized I was crying. Rainbow had realized before me and had already started to wipe my eyes. She hugged me and gave me another comforting smile before turning around flying off. I watched her flying until I couldn't make out her rainbow mane in the distance anymore then turned around and knocked on the library door. I soon found myself in a warm but unfamiliar bed in Twilight's spare room with a mug of hot chocolate as I drifted into a deep sleep.