Author's Note

Hey, every pony. Thanks for clicking on this. This is my first fic so be kind. I want to let you all know that my descriptions my not be clear enough but hopefully I can get some advice and improve it. Thanks and enjoy.
Butterscotch is Fluttershy's gender bend. To find out more about the Main 6 gender bends look it up.

Chapter 1

It was an average day like any other.

Clouds became cotton candy, bushes became flying green things, and cute bunnies were turned into carnivorous monsters.

Well...we're talking about a normal day for Dismay(Discord's gender bend). She was strolling through the Everfree forest feeling bored, just zapping things with ease as she hummed.

"There's never any fun around here..."

Frowning, she thought of Dusk Shine, with his new duty as the prince of Friendship. Sure must be nice being a royal some pony who every pony adored. She never got the same admiration as he does now. Dismay scoffed. How could no pony like her awesome power of utter chaos? Chaos was what made life so fun! It adds spice to the dull, predictable lives of ponies. Yet no pony appreciated it. They just want to keep to the lame schedules they face everyday and repeat the next day and the next day and the next day...

The only pony who wasn't so darn boring was Rainbow Blitz. He flew everywhere, doing new things and whatnot. Thankfully, the whole of Equestria wasn't so freaking dull with him...

Dismay was getting near the outskirt of the Everfree forest.

"I'm pretty sure prince Solaris will be breathing down my neck about the state of this place. Don't care. It's not like any pony goes into this forest anyway..."

Dismay spotted Butterscotch's cottage not to far away. "Why isn't it my favorite of the bunch!"

She snapped her fingers and the flowers in Butterscotch's flowerbed began dancing.

"I'm pretty sure he'll love it."

Walking away, she didn't notice the pink swirling portal behind the chicken coop...

***

It was the next morning and Butterscotch yawned as he walked out into the cold morning air. "It's such a brisk morning..."
Stretching his legs and wings, he trotted toward the mailbox. In the corner of his eye, he saw the dancing flowers Dismay entranced the day before. Smiling, he shook his head.

"Oh, Dismay. I should really invite her to a picnic sometime. It's been a while since we spent time together as good friends."
Butterscotch opened his mailbox and took out the letters.

"No...no...nope..." He sighed. None of the letters were even for him. "That mail pony really needs to get corrective lenses or something..." He was referring to Dim Mane(the gender bend of Derpy Hooves).

Shaking his head, he turned toward the chicken coop. "Ok, little chickens, time to wake up..." He went over to the coop and poked his head in. Only, there were no chickens inside.

"Huh?"

Butterscotch looked left to right looking for the birds he had intended to be there.

"Oh dear..."

He practically flipped the coop upside down when he heard the clucking calls of his chickens outside the small house. The colt brought his head out of their home and smiled.

"Oh, good. I thought you all were eaten by those scary timberwolves..."

Butterscotch peeked around the coop and spied the chickens all gathered in a circle clucking and crying in wonderment. The Pegasus walked over to them.

"You really should stay in your little house. You almost scared me."

He stopped when he saw something pink and swirly. Now that he was closer he realized the birds were standing around the odd thing. "What is this..?"

Butterscotch moved his chickens away from it. "You really should stay away from peculiar things."

He stepped up to it. He had never seen anything so weird and strange before. Whatever it was, it definitely wasn't natural. The chickens clucked and waddled around their caretaker's feet. A small chick stumbled out from the rest of them. But the stallion was too busy staring at the funny thing to notice. The way it swirled around...it was hypnotizing.

The chickens became slightly frazzled by the chick's separation and urged it back to them. But the chick waddled toward the pink opening, ignoring the calls of its family. Butterscotch was frowning at the hole. What was it doing there? What could've caused it? Could it have been Dismay who made it? He quizzed himself with these questions as the chick grew closer to the hole. Maybe it's...art? Or an illusion? The chickens' screaming calls were completely unheard by their caretaker.

The chick was right at the edge of the swirly thing looking down at it. It glanced back at its family, who was angry with it, and then looked back at the pink thing. Seeming to make its mind up it jumped and let out a peep.

This small peep was enough to get Butterscotch out of his thoughts. "Hmm?"

Seeing the chick disappear in it, he gasped. "Oh no!"

Without thinking, he followed after it and instantly felt that it was the wrong thing to do. He felt himself being sucked into a blurry scene and stretched and pulled and yanked by invisible hands. He felt many sensations at once. He felt hot, and cold, and itchy, and icky. The chick was right there in front of him peeping away joyfully, much like Berry Bubble's contagious laughter. Butterscotch was scared and confused as colors flew by his face with blinding speed.

Being stuck in that thing felt like eternity but then only a second at the same time. Before he knew it he was being thrown face first into the ground. Butterscotch groaned. Slowly he sat up and blinked. Everything was spinning and he felt sick. Not sure what had happened he reviewed everything that happened that day.

"I woke up this morning, ate...Went out and checked the mail...Went to wake the chickens, didn't see them in the coop, but outside..."

The colt closed his eyes. "Swirly thing was on the ground, chick feel in, I went after..."

He opened his eyes and the breath was taken out of him. He wasn't at home anymore. He was in a strange place. There was a large building no too far away from where he sat. It looked a lot bigger than any building he had ever seen. Around the building were trees, homes, stores, and whatnot. The place itself wasn't off, it just felt weird.

"Maybe I'm in another town..? Phillydelphia, perhaps? No, maybe the neighboring town to Ponyville, Hoofington."
Butterscotch looked around. Surprisingly, there was no pony around. No pony. There wasn't a soul in sight. The Pegasus began to feel uneasy.

"Keep calm, Butterscotch...Just ask around for directions and everything will be fine..."

He attempted to stand up from his sitting position but fell off balance. Landing on his face again he scrambled to sit up. That was odd. He just had the sensation that his back legs were longer than his front...

Shaking his head, he tried again. Same result, only this time he got to his feet somewhat.

He tried again and again to stand up on all fours, but his legs were so weak, they acted like jelly and failed him.

Butterscotch frowned. "Now what is wrong with my ho--"
Butterscotch stared down at his front legs...or what he assumed were his front legs. They were skinny and twig like. At the end of it was a thing shaped similarly to a star.

"What..." he whispered.
He slowly leaned his head forward to look at it more closely. "What...is this..?"
Staring at it intently, he attempted to move this "hoof" of his. At the slightest wiggle of one of the strange hoof he jumped up in fright. Butterscotch ended up hitting his head on something hard. He groaned and turned around to see a funny creature staring back at him in the reflective stone of...the statue of a horse in the front of the building.

Butterscotch was stunned. His muzzle was almost not even there. Instead there was a short button...nose? And his ears. They were no longer on the top of his head but on the side of it and not as pointed and pony like as he remembered them to be. His mane was shorter and didn't run down his back, his torso was long, and his legs! Oh his legs! His front "legs" were shorter than his hind legs and were able to bend the other way than what they usually could. (Horses back legs bend forward, our legs bend backward). He had no wings at all.

There was a small peep from behind him and he turned. The small chick watched him cheerfully as he gulped. If that chick only knew what it had done to cause the world as he knew it to change...