Soundspeed X Smokey

After completing what one might call a mess of a stream, Soundspeed said his last goodbyes as he ended it. He sat back, kicking his feet on his desk, and putting his arms behind his head.

“Ohhh my god, that was terrible.” He groaned to himself.

As previously stated, he had been streaming, and it was pretty messy. After being banned from Twitch in the middle of a commentary, he had taken over a friend's twitch in order to finish up, but things went south there, as well.

At first, only he could hear Mytho, then his computer crashed. It was...

Interesting, to say the least.

Almost as if on cue, the smoke detector went off, to add to the shitty situation.

“God damn it.” He muttered, sitting back up and grabbing a pack of batteries. “I'm gonna have to fix this thing sooner or later, anyways.”

He stood up, and stretched, popping a few bones in the process. Speedy walked drowsily out of the room, as staring at a computer for an hour and a half does that to people, and made his way towards the beeping noise, though, it seemed- different, this time.

It was constant, with almost no stopping in between. If he didn't know any better it sounded like a screa-

“PLEASE HELP.”

He jumped at the sound, caught completely off guard by the high-pitched, little-sister-in-an-anime type voice. After a few moments of looking around, he realized what it had to be.

The smoke detector.

“SOMEONE, ANYONE.”

Nervously, he reached up and went to change the batteries. Upon placing the last battery inside, everything went white, and he could only hear a continuous, high-pitched ringing noise in his ear.

As his vision and hearing slowly went back to normal, he felt something pressed up against his leg.

“Oh, thank you! I could have died if you hadn't saved me!” The small smoke detector clung to his leg like it was a life raft. You would have thought that he'd be surprised that his smoke detector was talking to him and hugging his leg, but something else was bugging him a bit more.

And that was the fact that his leg ended in a hoof instead of a foot.

Am I... he thought to himself as he looked around his body. Four legs. A muzzle. Hooves. A tail.

“I'm a fucking horse” He groaned.

And he thought the stream was the only thing that was going to mess up his day. Suddenly, the detector spoke up once more.

“Might I ask my savior's name?” She asked, blinking her sparkly blue eyes at him.

“Um...” He started, until realizing he should probably go by his pony name, wherever he was. “S... Soundspeed... yeah. Yours?” He said, looking down at the detector.

“Smokey.” She smiled as she looked at the gray stallion.

“Well, Smokey, hop on. We're finding a way back home.” Smokey somehow nodded, and climbed up his tail, and plopped onto his back. “Hold on!” He took off, down a dirt path nearby. Smokey's little smoke detector arms held onto his mane as to not fall off as he ran for a while, sometimes tripping as to the fact he wasn't entirely used to having four legs and no feet.

After about an hour of running, he came across a large, brick building. He slowed to a walk, and made his way to the entrance. What he saw made him completely reconsider even staying alive up until this point in his life. Above the front entrance of the building, in large letters read:

Royal Pony Academy

“Smokey, we need to leave, now.” He muttered, voice shaking. Just as he turned around, he met face-to-face with another pony. She was a purple filly, with a spiky black mane and red highlights. Her red eyes pierced into his soul as her bat-like wings fidgeted.

“WHO ARE YOU LOOKIN' AT?! YOU THINK BEING NEW IS ROUGH?! TRY GROWIN' UP WITHOUT A FATHER”