Pony Dimension

“Dimension… Shift. My name is Dimension Shift.”

“Ain’t heard a name like that before! Well, Dimension, nice to meet ya!” His eye twitched when she said “ain’t.” It bothered him; he didn’t know why but it did. “So,” she began, “where ya from?” He didn’t know how to answer that. He didn’t want to sound crazy by saying something like he fell from the sky. He just dodged the question with an ambiguous answer.

“Nowhere special.” ‘I’m technically not lying…’

“Well, since ya seem all right I reckon you’ll be headin’ home.”

‘Home..?’ He said gloomily, “I don’t have a home.” He didn’t mean to be depressing about it; he didn’t want to ruin her cheerful mood.

“Oh, well, uh… Ah’m sorry ‘bout that…” She sympathized. Eager to get away from the subject, she asked, “Ya hungry? We got plenty to eat if ya are.”

“No thanks, I’m fine,” he replied. His stomach replied with a growl.

“No need to be so reserved,” she chuckled, “It won’t be no trouble.” Dimension agreed and was led into the kitchen where he was seated at a wooden table with a red and white checkered tablecloth. Applejack retrieved two pieces of apple pie as Dimension was spacing out.

‘It’s strange… I don’t remember a thing but I have these… feelings. Like there’s something I need to do. Something’s telling me not to remember, that it’s-‘

“Hello?” She was waving her hoof in front of him. He snapped to mental attention realizing that he was lost in thought.

“S-sorry, I was, just…”

“Distracted?” she finished his sentence for him.

“Yeah…” he replied rubbing the back of his neck.

‘He’s a strange one all right…’ Applejack thought to herself. The pleasant odor of apple pie caught Dimension’s nose. It wasn’t hot out of the oven, but it wasn’t cold either. Applejack took notice of his notice and encouraged him to eat his fill. The unicorn picked up the fork with his hoof, no longer interested in questioning the logic behind something like that, and brought a medium-sized portion of the pie slice to his mouth.

Applejack crossed her legs and grinned pridefully. “It’s the Apple Family secret recipe.” Dimension savored the taste of the sweet, delicious…

“It tastes like apples,” he remarked flatly. Applejack was dumbstruck by the unexpected reply.

‘Ya don’t say?’ she remarked inwardly. Dimension continued his meal seemingly oblivious to the oddness of his comment.

“Spike, where are those books I asked you to pull?”

“I could only find one on the subject you wanted, Twilight.”

“Oh well, guess that’ll have to do. It is a rare subject after all.” Twilight levitated said book from Spike’s hand. It was an old book; it had a leather cover and its pages were a brittle parchment. The title read “Dimension Travel: Fact or Fiction?” Most ponies have never heard of such a thing, and few believed it possible to even exist. Those who had taken interest managed only to compromise theories. It was no wonder why there isn’t any information on it – it had no basis.

Just as Twilight was about to open the book, Spike belched his emerald flame, from which a scroll with a royal seal materialized and fell to the ground. Twilight put down her book with a bit of disappointment. She had been interested on the subject for a while now, but trying to research something that no one knows exists isn’t easy business. However, she always replied punctually to her mentor Celestia. She levitated the scroll into her view and opened it.

My faithful student Twilight Sparkle,

Sorry to interrupt your studies, but I thought what I have to say might interest you more. We have spotted traces of magic of an unknown

origin just outside Ponyville. Not a single element of it has been identified; it is completely foreign to us. Since you’re interested in that

dimension travel subject, why don’t you investigate? It may prove to be an aid to your studies.

-Your caring mentor,

Princess Celestia

Twilight immediately packed a few necessities using her magic and strapped her saddlebag on, and forgot all about the book.

“Twilight, where are you going?” asked a confused Spike.

“Princess Celestia wants me to investigate something,” she replied, “you should come too.” She wanted to be able to contact Celestia if she found anything of importance. The two rushed off to the specified area, Twilight eager to find a hint of the existence of multiple dimensions.

Shortly after they had left, the book Twilight was about to read liquefied. It turned to water, then evaporated.

‘Dimension travel… could it actually be real?’ she thought as she trotted away.

Applejack led Dimension into the apple orchard. It was in the center of a clearing among the apple trees. Needless to say, it smelled like apples and trees. Applejack didn’t feel right letting Dimension leave when he didn’t have anywhere to go, but her family wouldn’t be able to afford for another mouth to feed, unless he could work well. She was going to test that.

“Ya see that?” she pointed to a single apple tree in the center of the clearing. It wasn’t anything special, it wasn’t very tall or very small.

“What about it?” Dimension replied, gazing at the tree quizzically.

"Ya think you can buck those apples off?” Applejack asked. Dimension just stood there confused as to what she was asking.

“…What?” he finally managed to convey. Rather than give a verbal explanation, Applejack trotted to one of the surrounding trees within reasonable distance. She lifted her hind legs and shifted her weight to the front, giving the tree a heavy kick. Thud! All of the otherwise unreachable apples fell to the ground almost simultaneously. The expert display answered his question in full. She looked at him expectantly, and followed him as he made his way to the tree in the center. He studied the tree, analyzing from the roots to the branches. He attempted to recreate what he had observed. He lifted his hind legs, shifted his weight forward, and fell on his face.

“Come on; ah know you can do better than that,” Applejack chuckled. Dimension gritted his teeth and stood up. He kicked again, missed. Again, lost his balance and fell. He failed oh so miserably. Applejack watched him perhaps amused if she weren’t so perplexed and irresponsive. After fifteen failed attempts, Dimension managed to shake one apple out of the tree. He was quite evidently exhausted. He breathed heavily and his head hung low. Applejack blankly walked up to what one might call a failed experiment. She swiftly, with no apparent effort, threw her fore hoof against the tree’s trunk, causing a chain of apples to drop into a basket which she had set at the base. “Maybe you’re not cut out for this.” Dimension caught a glimpse of her short work and collapsed in shame.