Dropping himself onto the soft, light-blue aeroplane seat, Mitch glanced in his hand-mirror, seeing his normally well-groomed short hair turned big mess, his blue shirt and joggers dishevelled. He hated aeroplanes. He hated the unnecessary stress it caused him. At least on tour they'd get a heads-up about these sort of journeys, but this time, for him at least, it seemed to happen very last-minute.

Brushing his hand through his hair, he gently fixed it, feeling discomfort and tiredness mix together then sink into his stomach, but he did his best to avoid this dampening his adventurous spirit. His best friends, Scott, Kirstie, Kevin and Avi took their seats close by, and began to start up small talk. Scott took a seat next to him, and gently fixed his red flannel shirt, making sure the word 'Flawless' on the back was perfect, even though no one was there to see it. It was one of his favourite shirts after all, so he didn't blame him for doing so.

"Hey, Scott, where were we going again? I thought our tour ended ages ago," Mitch asked mildly as he continued to fix his dark-brown hair, glancing over to his companion, and giving a short smirk.

"Well... we've extended it a little bit. We're heading off to..." Scott paused as he glanced upwards as he raked his thoughts, before returning the smirk right back to him, "We got hired to fill in for a band in Equestria."

"Equestria?" Mitch tilted his head for a moment, showing a face of pure confusion, before shrugging and giving a grin, "Never been there before! Sounds cool!"

"Oh, that's right, the last time the rest of us were here, you were too ill to come," Scott replied casting to the ceiling for a moment, before turning back to him, "I'm sure you'll love it! The ponies there are amazing!" he reassured him with another kind smile, but Mitch couldn't help but think, 'Huh, convenient... but... I don't remember even having spoken about this place before... Wait, did he just say 'ponies'? I'm sure he means people... At least, I hope...'

Shaking his head of the thoughts, he noticed a small red light with the picture if a seatbelt illuminated above his head. Fitting in his seatbelt, Mitch began to stare out of the small window on the plane as it began to roll forward, and lift off the ground, entering the grey, clouded sky, which promised the land below rainfall. Good thing they were escaping it just before it started.

"So... How long will it take to get there?" Mitch asked no one in particular, his gaze still fixated on the world outside of the window as the plane gained more and more height. However it seemed that, oddly enough, the higher the plane got, the more and more tired he became.

"About two or three hours," replied a bass tone, whom Mitch instantly recognised to be the voice of Avi, coming from directly behind him, "But when we land, you have to remain calm, since something strange will happen." he continued for a few moments, before returning to his chat with Kevin, but Mitch could obviously tell he was trying to cover something up, that much was easy, but what it was, he had no clue.

A few minutes of silence passed before a certain, happy voice chirped from the seat across from Scott, Kirstie. "So, what are you guys gonna' be doing for the Superfruit episode while we're away?"

Mitch gave a soft shrug of his shoulders, his eyes still remaining on the window as the plane burst through the cloud layer, revealing a gorgeous light-blue sky, however, his low energy stopped him from enjoying it as much as he could have. He could tell that both Scott and Kirstie had rolled their eyes at his anti-social act. After all, it was nothing too new for him.

"I think we'll just do, like, a small Vlog or a Q&A session. Depends on what numb-nut over here wants to do," Scott replied with a soft chuckle. Kirstie simply gave a small smile and rolled her eyes, but Mitch didn't want anything to do with this, he simply gave a glare to the window, all of his energy from the coffee he had that morning was somewhat gone. He was too tired and hungry to be bothered with their antics right now, and all he wanted to do now was sleep.

"How much longer?" Mitch asked in the politest tone he could gather at the moment, but no matter how he tried, his tone, poisoned with frustration, still sounded very bitter, warning his friends of his foul mood.

"About... An hour and a half, maybe longer," Avi cautiously replied, unsure of his reaction, but Mitch simply gave an impatient groan, and tore his gaze away from the window. It just got boring now. Just pale-blue sky and clouds got boring for him, seeing the same thing with no stimulation could only hold his attention for so long.

Glancing around, he noticed the others looked slightly... different, but he guessed he was just seeing things, but he could swear that he could see a patch of blue fur creeping out of the edge of Scott's shirt. His hairline was seemingly much further down the back of his neck, with his ears seemingly more pointed, and slightly further up than usual. He looked at his own hands, noticing a small patch of tan fur forming in the palm of his hands, and his finger nails were turning a light nougat colour. He rubbed the back of own his neck, feeling the extended hairline, and a dark void opened in his stomach, but he didn't think it was worth raising the alarm about just yet, so he did his best to stay quiet, and shrug it off.

Looking over, he noticed that Scott and Kirstie were having a rather heated conversation about what they should have to eat when they land, as if they would talk about anything else at this moment, but he couldn't help but notice Kirstie's eyes flicker towards him for just a moment, glowing with some sort of awareness of the strange occurrences happening to him, though he did his best to ignore this as well.

Closing his eyes tight, he gave a tremendous yawn, allowing his jaw to stretch much further than usual. He could almost feel his jaw shifting into a different position, but he passed it of as just another delusion from tiredness. He gently closed his mouth again, allowing his eyes to rest for a moment, his entire body screaming for him to lay back his head and sleep for a few hours. But he wouldn't allow it, seeing as there was probably less than an hour until the plane landed.

"Hey, Mitch, you alright? You can rest for a bit if you want, we'll wake you when he have to go," Scott's voice came, filling his demand.

"Thanks..." Mitch's speech already becoming slurred as he dropped his head against the seat, allowing his body to finally relax and fall into a deep rest.

At least one hour had passed before Scott's voice rang deep in his ear.

"Mitch, wake up! We're going to land soon!"

His eyes opening wide, he noticed his field of view was seemingly much larger, 'Wow, I guess I really was tired!' he thought to himself, giving another short yawn. His nose seemed to protrude further from his face than usual, and appeared to be more of a tan colour to his average skin, but he guessed Scott has played some sort of prank on him. Closing his eyes, he rubbed them gently with his hand, which felt a lot more like rough bone than flesh. His eyes jolting open with surprise, he looked down to see his hands gone, and replaced with smooth, rounded hooves.

"Ah! What the heck?!" he shouted louder than what he probably should have, tossing his hooves away from him and falling back, causing a light blue pony with a blonde, spikey mane to whip round and face him.

"Mitch, are you ok?! Is something wrong?!" the pony said, his voice sounding oddly like Scott's, lifting up its left foreleg in an attempt to place it on his shoulder. Mitch, heavily stricken with fear, violently lashed out, before coiling further into the wall, and a wave of realisation passed the pony's face a few moments later, "Mitch, it's all right, just don't panic and-"

"How do you know my name? Who are you? Where are my friends? What have you done to me?!" Mitch shrieked, panic alarms going off in his head. He tried to comprehend that this pony was talking; let alone in his friends voice, and suddenly it dawned on him. This 'thing' must have done something with his friend. Narrowing his eyes, and baring his teeth, he spoke in a low, threatening tone, "Where is Scott?!"

"I- Mitch! Calm down! It's me! Scott! Mitch, remember, we met in theatre school in 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory'!" the pony replied quickly, his voice beginning to grow in panic as well.

"H-how do you know that? I-" Mitch was suddenly cut off by the voice which belonged to Kirstie, and noticed the face of a light-pink pony with a long, black mane with a streak of light pink through it, peering over the blue pony's head.

"Mitch, calm down. It's just us. Remember what we said about strange stuff happening?" the new pony interrupted sternly, with the light-blue pony beside him nodding quickly, holding his forelegs close to his body, as if to avoid getting hurt by him.

Calming slightly, he looked at the ground, terror still rattling through his system, "If... if this is the 'strange thing' that happens..." Mitch paused for a moment, his fear turning into vivid rage, lifting his head up, his eyes viciously narrowed, "Then why didn't you tell me it did this in the first place, and this whole situation could have been avoided!" he shouted, flailing his - hooves? - about in the air.

Opening his mouth to say something, Scott promptly closed it again, "And how did we even transform?!" he snarled, seeing the others turn away, and his suspicions rose, "What happened?!" Scott looked directly at the ground, guilt clearly showing in his eyes, "What did you do?" his voice remaining eerily calm as he attempted suppressed his anger

"We... We purposely put you to sleep- but it was for the best. We didn't want you to be scared, is all," Scott replied, turning his head and giving a sheepish grin, as Mitch's face remained flat, but he could see the rage building up in his eyes.

"You expect me to forgive you so easily?!" he began gently, before releasing all of his rage onto Scott, "Well, why didn't you flat out tell me that we were transforming, why did you not just flat out tell me to sleep, why did you not flat out tell me that you didn't want to scare me?! I'm not stupid you know! I-"

"MITCH!" Avi shouted viciously from behind him, making him jump, "Calm down! Now, while you had it easy, sleeping, we had to watch ourselves change! Do you think that is easy? No, far from it! Watching our bodies change into something alien- and remaining calm while doing so -is really hard! So I'd expect someone who got it as easy as you to at least remain somewhat calm!" everyone turned to face Avi, their eyes wide with surprise. They had never, in all there time in being his friend, ever seen him act like that before. He gave a soft sigh, "Sorry..." he apologised, looking to the floor.

His ears dropping, Mitch turned to Scott, "Sorry... I was just..." he muttered quietly, guilt abundant in his tone.

"It's fine," he replied, glancing over to him, but keeping a straight face, causing Mitch to stare at the ground in shame and guilt, 'Well... already been an ass enough today... better get this over with...'

He looked downward to the rest of his body, a small 'meep' of terror escaping his mouth as he looked down to a body he didn't recognise, 'How could the others have watched this happen, let alone remained calm with it...' The soft tan fur covered his entire body, with his legs changed into a pony's leg with an odd joint, with a short, dark brown tail connected to the end of his spine. Looking towards his flank, he noticed a picture of a musical note, with an arrow pointing upward stamped there, and he guessed it was to signify how high pitched his singing voice can go.

"I..." Mitch began, his voice sounding as if it were on the edge of tears, but paused as he noticed wings connecting to his shoulder, forcing his entire body to shudder with fear, "I'm not sure where my hand mirror is gone- not that I could use it anyway since I have no..." he paused again, holding his hooves up, "... hands..."

"Don't worry," Scott said from beside him, a small frown still present on his face causing Mitch to look to the ground again, and flicked his mane aside to reveal a horn protruding out from his forehead, "I'm not sure how this'll work, seeing as it's been a while since I was last here," he glanced to Mitch for a moment, his eyes full of shame, before he closed his eyes and concentrated on putting energy towards his horn. A moment later, and it lit up in a dazzling blue aura, the same colour as his eyes. A small object was surrounded by its aura and was lifted off the ground, and levitated over to him.

"I'm sorry about that Scott... I'm so sorry..." Mitch apologised desperately to his friend.

"As I said, it's fine Mitch. It was my fault for not telling you," Scott replied simply, gently flicking the mirror open, and turning the small mirror to face Mitch.

He gasped as he gazed into the mirror, and into his new equine face. A large set of deep, chocolate-brown eyes stared back at him, and a small muzzle was placed at the centre of his face. His mane was the same colour as his tail, and, though it seemed to be a bit longer than his usual hair, it held the shape of it, even extending down his neck.

"Ok... I... I think I've calmed down now..." Mitch sighed as the plane gently landed, before gently turning to Scott, his eyes wide and apologetic, "I'm so sorry about earlier... I don't know what came over me... But it was certainly not your fault. It was what you had to do, and I accept that... and I'm sorry I put all of my rage onto you..."

Scott gave a soft smile towards his friend, and put his left foreleg around Mitch's shoulders, making him flinch slightly, "As I said, it's entirely fine. You were freaked out by this, and hell, who wouldn't be?" he smiled, taking his hoof out from around him, and began to stand up on four hooves, shaking for a moment as his equilibrium corrected itself, "C'mon, don't want to be late for our show, now, do we?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right..." Mitch muttered, placing his forelegs onto the ground, in an attempt to stand up. Taking a deep breath, he lifted a hoof up, and placed it in front of him. Scott saw what was coming and took a few steps back, and Kirstie couldn't help but giggle, "Hey, this isn't so ba-" his sentence was cut short as he forgot to move his hind legs, and came tumbling to the ground, hitting his chin off the plane seat. He lay there for a moment for dramatic effect, making Scott slightly alarmed, "...Ow."

He grumbled a few curse words under his breath, and tried to stand again, but this time, Scott helped him by levitating any hooves he had forgotten to move, and quickly he got the hang of it by walking up and down the little plane isle, "You can stop levitating my legs now," he said, turning his head back, but was shocked to see Scott's horn wasn't lit.

"I already have stopped for about five minutes now," Scott defended himself, giving a challenging grin towards him.

"Can we go now? My legs are cramped and I want to have a look around," Mitch noticed a deep blue unicorn looking at him with a slightly disgruntled face, and sitting beside him was a deep green pony with dragon wings and two small dragon horns sitting between his ears, and Mitch mentally decided the unicorn was Kevin, and the drago-pony was Avi.

"Oh- oops, sorry," Mitch gave a sheepish grin and quickly went towards the open door leading to the world outside.

As he stepped out of the plane, Mitch instinctively put his hoof over his eyes, shielding his eyes from the glare of the sun. He carefully stepped down the stairs, being as careful as possible so as to not trip and fall. As he reached to bottom, he took a few steps to the side, allowing for the others to come down, before grinning and shouting joyously.

“I hope everyone here is ready for the show of a lifetime!”

Author's Note

As for the explanation why the others have been to Equestria and why Mitch had not, is coming soon, to a cinema near you.... not... not actually. But it will be explained. Hopefully. If I decide to not be lazy for once... stay tuned for the next exciting instalment of Dragon Ball- wait.... wrong thing entirely.... Um... the next instalment of World Tour - Extended! ([Insert obligatory celebration here])