Transportation

by Panzerkampfwagen1944

Rating: teen
Tags: Anthro, Other, Original Character, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Human
Length: 3932

When your turned into an anthropomorphic pony after you fill in a questionnaire online, you begin to question everything you know, and you also begin to question not your sanity, but your own mere existence alone.

When your turned into an anthropomorphic pony after you fill in a questionnaire online, you begin to question everything you know, and you also begin to question not your sanity, but your own mere existence alone. From crazy griffins to holy horses, Anyone can tell that this will turn into one hell of a ride if you can survive it.

Published 2017-02-03 03:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-02-03 03:30:01 UTC

CH1

Author's Note

This is my first fiction on this site. Ever. This is being done solely for fun, and so is my other fic that's on Fanfiction.net. Criticism is greatly appreciated as it always helps. This may seem like a cliche HIE Story, but i assure you that it will stray away from the cliche as time goes on. I just couldn't think of an original start to use, s'all. Happy Reading.
-Panzer

CH1

Transportation

*beep* *beep* *beep*
I sighed as i swiftly turned off my alarm, my eyes slowly coming into focus as i remembered where i was after having a quick think about it. I was in my apartments bedroom, this being my second day living in the apartment located in London. I was unemployed and fairly lazy, me just glancing to the mirror near the bed telling me that, my bloodshot green eyes piercing themselves as my black hair rested unkempt on my head.

I jumped up from my bed, i was roughly 6ft tall, but i never checked. I honestly didn't care enough to check. I'm an uncaring and nearly always emotionless guy, only showing emotions to those i deemed trustworthy, which is nearly no-one. My pale white skin easily showed me how dirty i was, and as such i hopped into the shower for roughly 10 minutes, loving the feeling of water trickling down my skin.

Once i had gotten out of the shower, i immediately went towards my room, which is opposite the shower & toilet, and went to put on my usual clothes, which consisted of a plain white T-Shirt, Black jeans, a Black M65 Combat jacket and simple, cheap black shoes. I had an obsession with anything that could blend in with the night, knowing how useful blending in can be in some situations. I digged through the pockets of my jeans, knowing full well i never emptied them, in order to search for my little checklist/schedule.

I searched for a while, digging out the old sweet wrappers, useless expired gift vouchers and pound coins till i found the crumpled, folded list. I took a look at it carefully as i remembered what i was planning to do today: Continue with my Civ5 Game. I dont know why he insisted on playing against me, but he was one of the best and i was only good with mods. His terms were if he won i would have to do a survey, and if i won he would give me an AWP Dragonlore for CS:GO. I immediatley accepted it at the mention of the cool skin

I also saw that i had an airsoft game to attend later, and as such i digged through my mounds of useless clothing that i will never use, random stuff and books that i have already read multiple times to find my airsoft weaponry, helmet and mask. It took roughly 5 minutes to find it all, eventually appearing with my M65 Gas mask, Spray-painted black ACHL with a Dark brown light, an Airsoft MG42 with the word 'Buzzsaw!' On a sticker located on the left side of the barrel, a sling allowing me to put it on my back. To finish it off i had a small FNX-45 That was painted a dark brown.

Looking at the gear, i decided to save my time by putting it all on now, shoving the Pistol into my jacket pocket, my Buzz-saw onto my back and putting on the Gas-mask and Helmet. I didn't like wearing so much so casually, but i didn't want to walk back into my room. Too much stuff littered around. Walking out of my room and taking a left to the rest of my apartment, i was greeted with the door in front of me, my kitchen to my left and a living room containing my Gaming PC, a TV and a sofa. There was nothing else there, excluding my keyboard and mouse, Headset and chair, that is.

Taking a left to the kitchen i saw my half open Badlands Super-day Pack, containing not only 8 cans of Monster Rossi, but a 1.75l Bottle of Coke Zero and all of my airsoft ammo, a HyperX Cloud2 Gaming headset thrown in with a bag of Doritos for good measure. Zipping up the camouflaged goody-bag i put it on my back, my Buzzsaw resting on it. Opening my fridge i simply took out a bottle of water i had put in the day before and chugged it after taking off my gas mask, slamming the empty bottle down on the kitchen table before callously walking over to my PC, my unfitting bag sticking out like a blue tower in a sea of red.

I sat down and logged into my account, starting up steam and looking at the time. It was 1:00 PM. I was meant to begin the Civ5 game roughly an Hour ago. Muttering to myself i prepared to either have my ass destroyed or get a free dragon-lore.

It was now roughly 5:00PM, My airsoft game starting in 2 hours and i was about to lose. He had 4 giant death robots at my capital as i tried fending them off with Gatling guns and Minutemen. I immediatley surrendered, knowing i was going to lose anyway, at which he messaged 'gg' through steam before giving me the link to the survey, immediatley going offline after doing so. His steam name was [litanonymous], yet it immediatley changed when i pressed the link. I also noticed that he had unfriended me too.

Sighing, i looked at the survey. It had 7 questions and i had 2 episodes of MLP To watch before i went off to the nearby Airsoft center. I looked at the questions and began filling them in.

Name: William Detonation
Occupation: Unemployed
What fandom do you consider yourself to be a part of: The MLP Fandom
Whats your recommended armored vehicle?: The German Fennek
If you had the choice, would you accept free money?: No
Would you enjoy selling things?: Yes
Are you fine with leaving?:

I couldn't decide that last one as i didn't know exactly what it meant by 'Leaving'. Most people would question my decisions on this questionnaire alone, probably laugh at my name while their at it. I didn't choose it and i wanted to change it, but at the same time i valued my families opinion and as such i didn't want to change it in fear of their opinions towards me changing. After some internal debating i simply put down 'Yes' for the last question. I had already left my parents house and i was fine with it, so it would only make sense that i were to put yes here.

I was quite hungry, but i didn't mind, as with multiple years experience of gaming under my belt i had since tamed my hunger, being able to go large periods of time without eating, although when i DID eat, i eat A LOT . Mere civilian quantities of food shall not suffice, only the largest of amounts will satisfy the raging demon that is known as my Hunger!

I chuckled to myself as i slipped on seemingly nothing. My back against the floor as i looked up at the ceiling, simply wondering how in the name of all that is holy i could have fallen over. Granted, i could have simply just leaned back too far, but i highly doubt i would have done that.

I spotted an odd orange smoke to my left creep towards me at an immense speed, my eyes widening as i tried keeping calm to observe this... smoke. If it was anything harmful, i hoped that this gas mask would actually work and stop it from getting to my lungs. It DID Have a filter after all. I hopped up from the floor as the smoke seemed to fill up my apartment. I had no idea as to what was going on, and as such i sat down and simply googled it. Google has the answer to everything, right?

Right?

And with that the smoke filled up my vision, my computer seemingly becoming non existent as i finally began to panic, my vision being blocked as i was kept conscious thanks to the gas mask. If i ever find that guy who sold me this thing, i will hug him. No, scratch that, i will BEAR hug him!

Slowly i noticed a gradual change in temperature and weight, my back getting heavier as the phone in my left pocket shut itself off with a quick vibration as my vision returned. I felt a cool breeze against my hands as i simply flopped onto what i could only assume to be sand. I was going to wait this out and hope that this was nothing but my mind fucking with me for the lols.

I was wrong. Very wrong. I knew i was wrong because my nose stuck out in my face and my back was extremely uncomfortable, the sound of your everyday empty beach invading my ears as i looked up to the blue sky. Britain's weather was never like this, if it was then it wasn't for this long.

Slowly lifting myself up there was an immediate change i noticed. My gas mask was sticking out in-front of me, covering up something that i could feel. It felt wrong as everything i had did too. Raising my left hand to my mask i spotted a furry white hand in replacement of my hand. I simply stared at it. It looked wrong. It felt wrong. But it was Too real to be wrong and as such i sighed, giving up on any attempt at finding the logic behind this. I had given up with logic altogether roughly a year ago after i decided to try and play ArmA 3 For a good hour or two. Flying tanks and glitchy quadbikes ended any attempt for the game to see logic.

I looked around at my surroundings. It was an empty beach with a forest nearby, a dirt road running past it and through the normal forest. The forest contained every-day trees you would see in a forest. Nothing odd about it at all. Sighing, i put both my hands on my helmet and closed my eyes, trying to make any sense out of what i was seeing. Do i even exist anymore? Why did this happen to me? Am i high?

I just couldn't find any reason for it. And as such i didnt even attempt to justify anything.

I took my bag off my back and threw the 'Buzzsaw' to the ground from its sling as i became not only lighter, but more... comfortable in a way, as though trapped limbs had been released. I stretched my arms back and felt them touch something fluffy, to which i froze on the spot and turned around. No matter how much i span around i couldn't get it in-front of me or away from me, so naturally i was creeped out.

I pulled out my phone to do the one thing i never enjoyed doing. In fact i despised anyone that did one of these due to how pointless they were most of the time. This was the only time i will ever forgive myself for taking one of these - a Selfie. With a flash i looked at the seemingly abnormal picture that had planted itself into the phone and my god had i changed.

I was touching what i could only assume to be my wings, as they were splayed out to the sides. Fairly large and stable, although i shouldn't be able to use them. Giving up and just accepting what i had become, with my hair having changed colour and a tail sticking out my back side i just walked down the road after returning my bag and buzz saw to their rightful positions. If you cant justify it then you cant justify it. End of discussion for me.

I had been walking for roughly 2 hours now through the forest as it gradually cleared, a sign sitting in front of me indicating a nearby settlement, the sign had the name 'Tall Tale' imprinted on it 'What a stupid name for a town' i thought grimly as i noted the name, it reminding me of the TV Show i was meant to be watching right now.

Wait...

Have i turned into an anthropomorphic Pegasus of sorts? It would only make sense considering the fact that i had a tail, what i could assume to be a muzzle under my gas mask and wings? Or...
Had i been transported into the very show i was going to watch?

CH2

Transportation

Ending my internal debate immediatley, i shook my head and walked into the town, my face going cold as i, for the first time, saw this seemingly new worlds inhabitants - Talking, Walking anthropomorphic ponies. My prior suspicions having been confirmed - I had been teleported into that show, MLP:FIM. I sighed under my mask as people began to look and stare at me, although i was long since used to it because of how everyone looked at me due to how different i was in London.

I knew for a fact that i had none of their currency, as pound coins wont work and i highly doubt they would accept a can of monster for anything they might sell, although i do have 8 of them. The roads were slowly beginning to transition from Dirt to Concrete roads, as i thought about a possible lack of funding in this town. I was STILL getting stares as the townsfolk looked at me - Some in fear, some in curiosity.

I noticed a large building that looked eerily similar to a church without a steeple in the center of a round-a-bout, which was when i spotted a carriage being pulled by 2 ponies. They made it look easy, and considering the lack of Wings or Horns i could understand why it might be so easy for them. No-one had questioned my motives so far, but as i went to cross the road to the church-type thing, i noticed 2 key features that i missed - A large wooden sign out front with notes on it and A LOT of security. Albeit weak, Spear-wielding security, Security none-the-less

Walking over to the board, i noted a few other ponies, most of which are male, milling about around it, looking at it or its contents, or just chatting. As i got close enough to begin to read, i heard one of them begin speaking, and at their tone alone i scowled under my gas mask.

"Oh look! Another reject looking for jobs!" He said cockily in a Bostonian accent as his 2 unicorn buddies grinned and nodded, to which i simply sent him a death-glare, which was only made creepy by the gas mask

"What. Do. You. Want." I seethed. I hated bullies or cocky people to the point where i will actively avoid or ignore them, but as this is my first time here, i felt as though i needed to socialize to get a feel for the place.

It was clear through the gas mask because of how slowly i said it, but he was faking to be stupid, pretending he didn't hear it in order to annoy me for his own amusement. Pathetic. "What's that? Mumbles? I'm not... er... Fluent in that language!" He stated proudly as the word popped into his head.

Now was when i took a better look at the trio, others having gathered around to spectate. The leader, or the Pegasus, had Light blue fur and green hair, along with deep red eyes and a picture of a colour palette on his shirt. Was it how they presented their cutie-marks here? On patches on their clothes? He wore a blue shirt with blue jeans, no shoes like i wore, instead going bear foo- no, wouldn't it be bear hoof now?

Enough senseless rambling about grammatical punctuality, onto the next douche - A unicorn with black fur and White hair, steely eyes adding to the mix. He wore a white shirt and Blue jeans, a Picture of a pure-white brush-head slightly blending in with the shirt. The last guy was simple, to say the least. He had red fur and dark red hair, wearing a red shirt and blue jeans. On said red shirt there was a simple blank canvas. He was simple and was essentially a computer without coding. You give him some set rules to follow and he will, just as he was following around his programmer, the Pegasus.

Taking my bag off of my back i crouched down and opened it, the cans of Monster being the first thing i see. Taking off both my helmet and gas mask and shoving them into the bag, i took out a can of Monster Rossi and sealed the bag at its zips before putting it on my back, my wings back to being held captive by the bag. The Buzzsaw simply bounced against my bag as i moved, and it was MUCH heavier than usual. Standing up and looking at them with a cold, unamused face i cracked open the can and took a quick swig of the lovely drink.

"Do you honestly think your funny?" I said without a hint of emotion in my voice, the crowd around me seemingly surprised by my hostility

"If i wasn't funny, then why would my friends laugh at my jokes?" He said in a smug voice as the surrounding crown began to chatter

"The only reason they laugh is because they have nothing better to do. Just like how you currently have nothing better to do other than annoy some random person for fun. It's pathetic how your so bored, probably from being a spoilt brat, that you NEED to go around and annoy people for the sole reason of amusement of alone" I stated once again before continuing to drink my Monster Rossi, my new ears twitching slightly from the energy. Usually this wouldn't give me much of an energy buff, but now i feel GREAT!

He clenched his hand into a fist and glared at me, his arms shaking in rage. Oh how easy it was to piss people off in this world - It's any internet trolls paradise. I gave him a smirk as he rushed me blindly, to which i sidestepped. I can evade easily, but i couldn't really fight. Because i sidestepped him he fell to the floor, his wings splaying out. He went to get up, which was when i pushed him down with my shoe covered hoof "What's your name?" I asked simply

"Dreary Palette" He scowled, still struggling under the pressure of my foot. I looked towards his compadres and motioned for them to answer the same question i had asked their friend on the floor here. "Loud Brush" The first one replied, before the other one told me the most obvious name ever "Blank Canvas".

I removed my foot from Dreary's back. allowing him to quickly rush up and to his 'Friends' "Please leave the area immediatley" I said before swiping a piece of paper from the board and walking off, the crowd having withered away. I saw a small pony with a camera rush up to me as i finished my drink. I spotted a bench nearby and sat down on it. looking at the piece of paper i had grabbed. I had the can in my hands and as i didn't know how rare Aluminium was here.

The kid that was running up to me quickly snapped a photo of my face as i looked at him oddly. As soon as he got the shot he zipped off before i could say anything. 'Damn, kids are fast here' I thought as i continued reading everything on the piece of paper. Nothing worth my time, as there was no way in hell i was going to go become a delivery boy. I sighed and spotted a sign saying 'Metal Trader'. I immediatley grinned at this and jogged into the store, can in hand.

Aluminium was a metal. Not once throughout the show, which i watched up to season 4 (I was about to begin season 5 before i got 'here' or wherever 'here' is) had i seen a single piece of Aluminium, so i could only assume it was rare. I walked casually into the store as i heard a bell above me, used to notify an owner of when customers are entering their store.

"Welcome to the Metal trader, how may i help you today?" An old yet seemingly light voice said as it echoed around the almost empty store

"How rare is aluminium?" I asked quickly, trying to maintain composure, but failing at the sheer prospect of, and i quote from what a good friend of mine would have said 'Lot'sa dosh'

He looked at me oddly "I thought everyone knew that Aluminium was ra-" I interrupted him immediatley "How much does scrap aluminium go for?" I asked him.

"It depends, really" He said calmly, completely fine with me interrupting him and asking to many questions. I slammed the can down onto the table as he raised an eyebrow at its odd coloring "Well... With all this fine writing and such, i could probably buy it off you and smelt it for a good 450 b-" I simply raised a hand, before lowering it "Done."

With a can gone from my hand and 450 Bits in my pocket, i walked into a store with the name of 'Geographical Needs' located near that board, to find maps. Using a map would not only allow me to find out where i was without asking, but it would also allow me to see where i could go and what's around. I looked around the store to see that they sold maps, hiking equipment and a multitude of other things.

The only thing i looked at were the maps. There were 5 variants of the map - A small detailed one that sold for roughly 5 bits, a Medium size one with more detail for 15, a Large one with just as much detail as the medium for 20 and a large yet extremely detailed one for 35 bits. The 5th variant was a kids colour-it-in map, and i didn't even want to see the price for it. The first and last thing i would ever buy from this store will be the Large detailed one. Buying it from the cashier politely with him asking about my accent in idle curiosity, i walked out with my new map in hand.

If i could describe this weird hell in 4 words, it would be Odd, Profitable, Hospitable and Insane. Nothing more, nothing less

Author's Note

Chapter 2 is here. Yay. Sorry if chapters are slow, im just extremely sick as of late and i have NO idea as of why im so sick. I'm sure that i'll be fine. So, now that Will has a map, Where will he go? What will he do? Will he ever be bothered to check the rest of his bag or will he keep on being an absent minded lazy bugger? Find out next time on Dragonba- Oh wait, nope. Cant say that. Well, find out next time.