Transformers: Equestria Bots

Transformers: Equestria Bots

Part 1: Transport To Confusion

Twilight’s eyes blinked open. She could see some sort of stony path, and a great deal of grass. She could feel a stony texture underneath her, bringing her to the conclusion that she was laying face down on the stone.

“Twilight? Are you alright?” asked a familiar voice. A purple dog with a green tuft of fur on its head stepped into view. She blinked. It kind of looked like her dragon assistant, Spike.

“Spike? You’re not-supposed to-Spike… are you a… dog?” she asked incredulously.

Her dragon assistant looked himself over. “I… think so…” he concluded, “but I have no idea what you are.”

Twilight gasped, looking down and seeing arms with hands and fingers in place of forelegs with hooves. She sat up into a kneeling position, with her fists clenched, and let out a much needed scream. She flexed her fingers in front of her face, and waved her hands in front of her face in fear. Collecting herself somewhat, she ‘stood’ on all fours, and looked at Spike.

“What,” she asked desperately, “does the rest of me look like??”

“Uh, like you! Only not you! Your muzzle’s really small,” noted the former dragon.

“My muzzle?!” she exclaimed incredulously, reaching up to poke her noticeably smaller nose. She gasped and sputtered, about to let out another scream, before two fuzzy paws planted themselves over her mouth.

“Are you gonna scream again?” asked Spike wearily.

Twilight shook her head, and Spike released her mouth. The two turned to observe their surroundings. All around them, strange but familiar self-propelled metal carriages zipped by, faster than any pony could move. Twilight realized that they were almost identical to the ‘car’ devices most of the Autobots and one or two Decepticons from her universe could change into. She could see models similar to Knock Out, or Wheeljack, or Smokescreen, and even a yellow and black striped car parked not too far away that closely resembled Bumblebee.

“What is this place? Do you think this could be where our Autobot friends came from” asked Twilight, prompting a shrug from Spike.

Remembering her goal, Twilight’s attention turned to the enormous building behind her. It was a mighty structure with golden horse heads standing proudly atop the corners, more windows than she (well, most ponies) could count, and a monumental clock tower extending from a spectacular glass dome. None of the houses across the street could match even half of its size.

Coming to the conclusion she knew what it had to be, she spoke. “I suggest we start searching the castle first!” she announced, allowing Spike to jump aboard her back and began galloping on all fours as best as she could toward the new school. She stopped when she saw a strange local standing upright on his two hind legs walking by, leading his own dog on a leash. The two stared at each other awkwardly for a moment.

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s how the new you is supposed to-” Spike began, before Twilight interrupted him as she leapt to her feet, causing Spike to fall off. She brushed off her skirt, smiling awkwardly at the other human.

The man’s dog looked at him with a pleading grin, as if asking him to carry his canine on his back as Twilight did. The man simply narrowed his eyes and pointed forward, denying the dog his request, much to the canine’s annoyance, and the two proceeded on their way.

Twilight waited until they had gone before attempting to walk on two legs. She stumbled forward, grabbing the railing of the stairs just in time, and used the railing to help pull herself up the stairs.

“Come on, Spike!” she said. “I do not want to be like this longer than I have to!”

“Look on the bright side! You don’t have those pesky wings to worry about anymore!” suggested Spike, in hopes of appeasing her. Twilight simply glared, not at all pleased at her assistant pointing out what body parts she no longer had. Nonetheless, she finished her ascent and gracefully brushed herself off before turning and slamming her face on the glass door.

“Hmm!” she exclaimed, trying to concentrate. Open, she thought, darn it, open! The door remained shut. “My magic!” she exclaimed, “it isn’t working!”

“Makes sense,” reasoned Spike, “you don’t exactly have your horn.”

“WHAT?!” exclaimed Twilight. She grabbed at her bangs, and patted down her forehead, only, to her horror, to discover that her new body had sacrificed her most treasured appendage.

“We… really need to find you a mirror…” Spike said, feeling concerned for his friend. He batted the door open with his paw, and the pair entered the building.

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The two were oblivious as the yellow Camaro watched them. Twice now, it had seen a teenaged girl exit the pedestal of the horse statue that stood outside of the school. It couldn’t be connected to the AllSpark, it knew that, but it was an important factor.

He briefly considered telling his teammates of it. No, he thought, I have no idea how it works. If I’m wrong, and it’s nothing, it’ll just be “Silly Bumblebee, imagining things that aren’t there.” No. Focus on the AllSpark, but try and gather as much information about this portal thing as you can. Maybe I can talk to that purple girl about it. She seems nicer than that fire-haired lady from earlier.

Satisfied with its conclusion, the car projected its human avatar once more, and followed the two inside, unaware he himself was being watched by an unfriendly looking police officer…