Magic Mishaps

Trondason was getting bored, and running out of time. He thought he was making good distance, but then he walked through several more clearings. At this point, finding a town of sorts was out of the question, and just finding a secluded (and preferably empty) cave suited his best interests.

As he walked through yet another clearing, he smelled shampoo. The first rule of survival states that if you smell shampoo, there is a person wearing shampoo within smelling distance. Perhaps this person with shampoo knew where a town was? He looked around the sunset bathed clearing expecting to see a pony or griffin, hell, even a dragon! All he found was a rock in the center of the clearing.

He would’ve just assumed it was a rock, and kept searching for shelter, but then it started to twitch. Trondason was used to things twitching, as he has played Prototype, and pretty much everything twitches in that game. But this was the twitching of a lifeform in need of a hand to scratch it’s back. As an old saying goes; you scratch my back, I scratch yours. Instead of scratching whatever the twitching mass of grey was, he decided to get a closer look.

As he got closer, the blob of grey was becoming more distinguishable. It was an equine, like him, and spoke a similar language as him. “It’s too bright, if you don’t close the damn blinds, Stephanie…” It muttered. By the time Trondason was close enough, the equine’s eyes shot open and it rolled to the right, tried to stand up, and tripped back down.

It was on the ground for a bit, it probably hurt itself, and it then looked at both Trondason, and it’s own body. “Nonononononononononononononononononononononono.”

It (probably a male, judging by the voice) was looking at it’s surroundings in an erratic manner. Judging by how fast it was looking around, Trondason guessed it had ADHD or something close to that. “Ah, why the hell do these things keep happening to me!?”

Trondason decided he had enough of whatever freak-out the pony was having, and intervened. He pondered reaching his hoof out and grabbing it, but giving how fast the guy was looking at things, touching it would rip Trondason’s new hoof off. Verbal was the best choice for this one. “Dude, calm the fuck down.” The grey blur that is a pony stopped looking around, and remembered why he had dive rolled in the first place.

Trondason finally got a good look at the pony. It was a stallion, judging by the slightly blocky muzzle it had. It had a light rock grey coat with a black mane and red eyes. It had wings on it’s back, flared threateningly..

If a pony could be threatening, that is.

The rumors are correct, ponies do have large eyes and heads that don’t look like they could support those eyes. The eyes were either as thin as saucers, or the brain was incredibly small. “Done freaking out? I sorta need your help here.” The pegasus apparently didn’t hear him. It jumped onto him, and pulled out a rock. “ I don’t know what the balls is going on, but unicorn horns and being touched don't mix. How did I get here? Did you summon me?”

Trondason was confused at this point. He was a unicorn? He had a horn? How come he didn’t feel it when he had his hoof on his head?! Hooves aren’t small at all. The pegasus got off of him, and put the rock on top of it’s head. “Okay, one, calm the fuck down. Two, I don’t know anymore than you. Three, I have no idea. And four, why the heck would I do that?”

The pegasus didn’t even seem to react like somebody given a loaded question. In fact, it went straight to answer with no pondering time. “I see a unicorn in a forest, and I assume it sent me here. Believe it or not, I wasn’t a pony a few minutes ago- or if I was-, I wasn’t one before I was unconscious. Why are you in the woods? Hiking?”

Trondason wanted to know the same thing. The grey pegasus first called him a unicorn, and then claimed to not be a pegasus prior to being unconscious. He wanted to ask if he had been a human before, but it was impossible, right? The odds are against both he, and Black-light being in the same forest, both as ponies. It would still be best to ask, though-

“I was a human before.”

Well, he was a human before. A blunt, violent, and strange human, likely. “I will give no name, but the internet called me Blacklight. You probably don’t even have an internet, or a way to know what a human is. Whatever, answer my question, and I’ll help you.”

“Dude, shut the hell up. Do you want to go to a insane asylum? You don’t go telling random ponies that you're from another world. They are likely to think you're insane, and either ignore you, or alert some nearby authority. Which would not be good for you either way. Now, to double check, your a human who used the handle of Blacklight on the internet, and wrote fan-fics for MLP?”

“Unless you’re Trondason, you would have no way to know that. Yes, it’s me.” The pegasus, now identifiable as Black-light, produced a weird smirk. “You are Trondason, right? You didn’t summon me here on this fine evening?”

Trondason smirked, and replied “You are going to have to take my word for it, but yes. I am Trondason, and I didn’t summon you, I can’t even do some crummy Telekinesis…. I think, haven’t actually tried yet.”

“Well, at least you’re a unicorn. I am an earth pony.” He checked his head for a horn, then looked at his back. “No wait…” He touched the wings on his back and rubbed them. “ I’m a pegasus! I can fly!” He tried to use his wings, but they only twitched. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” He screamed into the heavens, and alerted whatever creatures that might be lurking in the shadows of their current location. If the duo was lucky, they would mistake the scream for a dragon’s roar, and keep their distance.

Trondason trotted over, and smacked Black-light. “Dude, shut it. We don’t want to alert a Manticore or whatever that ‘Hey, free food over here.’”

“Don’t worry, there is a cave up there.” Blacklight pointed above Trondason’s head, and revealed a small mountain. Fairly close to the ground was a dark cave. Trondason could barely see it, but Blacklight was a pegasus, and pegasi could probably see pretty far naturally. It must be a pretty small cave.

“Looks like you won’t be useless after all. To bad you can’t fly, then you could see which way is out of this damned forest.” Trondason commented.

“Nah, I’m pretty useless. Onward!” Good thing for Black-light, he didn’t scream nearly as loud. In fact, what he said could barely be called a shout.

The two bros, turned into ponies, headed towards the cave.