Culture Shock

MorsTactica here

I didn't change too much, but it is different. Worth rereading. Enjoy!

Leon popped his back while the loading bar for a round of deathmatch filled. He snapped back to the action, instantly running into battle with a virtual AK-47; eliminating his enemies with great efficiency. He called in his attack chopper, then yelled out “Grenade!” to his teammates as a frag landed at his feet. Leon mashed the sprint button to no avail, his Spetsnaz soldier flung by the grenade, dead on impact. He let out a small curse and switched to his sniper class, armed with an accuracy international rifle. Seven minutes later Leon picked up his empty Mountain Dew can for the third time, realizing his mistake when the container was halfway to his mouth but attempting to get just a drop more without having to abandon his thirteen kill streak. Bad choice, as he was knifed from behind, the obvious eleven year old child squealing in delight over the voice chat.
“Well, I'm done.” Leon said in an agitated manner. He closed the game, then opened YouTube with a yawn. “It's getting early.” Leon thought with a chuckle, seeing that the time was in fact one in the morning. “Just a few more videos -” He yawned again “- then bed.”
He decided on re-watching Winter Wrap Up. Leon drew his blanket closer to him against the chill, leaning forward in his chair.

Leon awoke, pulling his face off his keyboard. He rubbed his eyes and removed his headset, then rotated his office chair towards his bed. At first he thought it an apparition, some sort of figment leftover from a strikingly odd dream. Leon blinked a few times in disbelief, staring at an all too real unclothed woman with oddly colored rainbow-like hair going down past her shoulder. "I have to be dreaming. There's no way. Not in my life." Leon mused. She was sitting on his bed, looking at herself, then the room, then him, and back over again with confusion and shock plainly written on her face. "Why is she naked? I don't even clop. Brain, you sure are odd sometimes."
"Is there something wrong with my eyes? Mayb- Oh Celestia, what is this thing?!" shrieked the odd woman, staring at her lifted right hand. "Did Twi's magic do this? I swear when I get a hold of that pony!" Leon attempted to ask who she was, what was going on, how she got here, and a thousand other questions at once. All that he could voice was a rather weak and uncertain sounding “Uhhhh...?” The woman stared back, her large violet eyes piercing him with their intensity.
“My wings.... What are these things?” The woman wriggled her fingers, extending her hands as far away they would go away from her.
“Those are, uh... Hands. These things -” Leon moved his fingers in a similar fashion “- are fingers.” Leon coughed, then continued. “Wings?”
“Yeah, my wings. They are my favorite things in the whole world and they are...” She choked up, then attempted to look at her back, and looked like she was straining against something. “I can still feel them...” Dash looked forward and down, and her back slumped.
“I, uh... What's your name?” Leon inquired, sympathy in his voice.
“You don't know?... Oh yeah. I'm Rainbow Dash, but ponies call me Dash too.” She said in a sorrowful tone
“You need some clothes uh.... Dash.” Leon stated, averting his eyes from her naked body.
“What's the occasion?” Rainbow Dash replied, sounding uncertain and confused, still staring her new body with a disgusted interest.
A rather shocked Leon retorted “What do you mean what's the occasion? In our world people wear clothes all the time. It's called being decent.”
“Oh well, I mean... Hey, I didn't exactly pack for this.” Offered Rainbow Dash
“Right.” Leon stood up and opened a drawer, attempting to suppress a smirk.
Rainbow Dash looked up.“What?” She raised an eyebrow.
“Nothing. Here.” Leon tossed his shirt to Dash who caught it, then unfolded it and looked at the front. There was a picture of Rainbow Dash in a more familiar form, and under it was the caption “Twenty percent cooler” Rainbow let out a small, sad laugh.
“You do know me. How? It was just me and Rarity in the room, how do you know I said that?” she sounded almost angry.
“Well uh... You see...” Leon scratched his head “Your life, along with your friends, is the basis of a show, in my world.”
“That's silly, hmmp hm pmmh show about our lives.” Leon let out a laugh, the shirt came nearly to the petite woman's knees.
“Come again?”
Rainbow tilted her head slightly to one side “There's a show about me and my friends?”
“Yeah, it's called...” Leon looked rather abashed. “My Little Pony.”
“Show me.” Dash crossed her arms, there was doubt in her voice.
“Put on some underwear first.” Leon tossed her a pair of black and red plaid boxers. She put them on awkwardly. “Come over here.” Leon walked back to his computer, and then handed her his headset.
“What is this thing?”
“A headset. You put it on your head and you hear the stuff on the computer. May I?”
“Eh', go ahead.” Said Dash, suppressing numerous questions.
Leon took the headset and then put it over Rainbow Dash's ears. He then started Winter Wrap up from the beginning. She slowly sank into his office chair, and her normally peircing violet eyes grew dull as tears built up. She struggled against them to no avail.
“Turn this computer thing off...” Dash looked down, a single tear fell onto her thigh. Leon stopped the video.
“What is it, Rainbow?”
“It's just... My friends, my house, everyone I know is there, in Equestria, and I'm here in who knows where? Looking at them through some..." She pointed at the black, slightly reflective surface of his now deactivated LCD monitor with a fist as if she still had a hoof to point with. "Mirror!” Leon removed his headset from her ears, and then set it down on his desk.
“I know what it's like to lose people you care for...” said Leon, looking up at his ceiling fan.
“This feeling sucks, I don't like it.” pouted Dash.
“Yeah.” Leon looked down, staring at his bare feet. Dash stood up, and then put her foot next to his. “Yours are a lot bigger!” Exclaimed a less gloomy Rainbow.
“Yeah. These are feet, and these -” He moved all his toes up and down once “- are toes.” Leon looked down at Dash, whom withdrew her foot.
“Hands and feet are weird. Why don't you ponies just have hooves like normal?” asked a repulsed Dash.
“Because we, and you now, are humans, and we are different. Our world is different... I fear you won't like it.” Leon trailed off
“Why is that? How do I not know your name yet?” awkwardly asked Dash
“Leonidas Miller, but I go by Leon.” Leon spoke casually, rubbing his arms against the coldness of the air conditioned house.
“Okay, Leon. You said I wouldn't like this world. Why won't I? You seem nice.” asked a once more confused Rainbow Dash
“Because not everyone else is like me, I guess. Everybody's different, but we've got more than our fair share of bad people here.” said Leon, with a force to his words not previously there.
“I'm sure I’ll be fine. You pon- eh'... people sure do talk weird. ” stated Rainbow Dash, narrowing her eyes.
“I suppose we would think that you ponies speak oddly too.” replied Leon, shrugging
“Hmm.... True.” Rainbow Dash rubbed her chin, then She and Leon simultaneously yawned.
“I think it's about time to hit the hay Dash.” said Leon, as if bed would be about the best thing that could happen at this point, besides the fact he just met his favorite pony in person.
Dash yawn again, then spoke. “Yeah, I’m about to pass out... Thanks for being so cool about this, I don't know what I would've done if this were reversed.” admitted Dash.
“I'll take the couch, you take the bed. We're going to have to break the news that you exist tomorrow to my mom.” Leon said, his obvious dread drawing out the sentence. “Sleep well, I’ll get you in the morning. We'll figure this out, don't worry. Everybody's going to come out of this A-okay.”
Dash nodded and crawled under the covers. With a smile Leon turned off the light and closed the door softly, as he already heard light snores coming from his pillow.
“If this is a dream I hope I'm in a coma.” thought Leon, grabbing some bedding from a closet and then lying down on his couch, falling asleep right after he sat his alarm clock down.