Author's Note

Hello anybody willing to read this, this is just something I'm writing to get the idea out of my head, may end up as a proper story, if I get more inspiration to write it.
I got the initial idea for this story off of another fic I think was called 'Hail to the king', which involved a human dying and ending up in a dead Sombra's body. Hopefully I won't unintentionally plagiarize anything too badly, if i do don't hesitate to point it out to me, same with spelling and grammar mistakes.
Also, if you don't like this story, please do not hesitate to explain why, I enjoy constructive criticism, just as long as it's not annoying whining. Though I doubt there's too many out there who would do that.

Go to con a human, end up a pony.

I was never a massive fan of My Little Pony. It was always just a bit too innocent and cute for me. Not mature enough most of the time for me to really get into the show. This did not however make me start hating the show or those who liked it. In fact, I was quite curious in the people who enjoyed the show, and more importantly the things they made out of it. The music, the artwork, the stories. The community these people created that all spawned out of a show intended for little girls. While I may not have loved the show, I adored the community. So over time I slowly became suckered into the brony fandom, albeit staying on the sidelines of it rather than doing anything major.

That changed slightly when a brony convention happened to be scheduled in the nearby town. I was rather anxious to go, having never been to a convention before, but after a bit of mental debate, I decided to just say 'screw it' and go. I was not disappointed. It was not a large convention, but it was packed. Stalls full of fan-made posters, toys, and sculptures. People wearing all manner of costumes of ponies from the show, even a few people wearing what I presumed to be costumes of original ponies based on themselves. But the atmosphere was what sold it. There was a buzz of excitement and cheerfulness that wiggled it's way into your bones until you were walking around with a giant beaming smile. Everyone was polite and happy, perfectly reflecting the nature of the show that brought them all together.

It was as I was walking out of the bathroom, having had a bit too much to drink earlier in the day, when I was waved over to an out of the way stall nearer the back of the convention hall. It stood out though, as in contrast to the bright, warm colors of the other stalls, this one was dark and dreary, almost depressing. I could sort of see why no-one else was visiting it, though the sheer difference between it and the rest of the stalls drew my interest. Walking over, I could more clearly see both the owner and the items on display. The owner seemed intent on carrying on the whole 'evil and mysterious' vibe that the stall had going for it, being clad in a dirty brown jacket, with an oversized hood that cast a shadow over their face, obscuring it for the most part. I couldn't even tell if it was a man or a woman, as the owner spoke in a rather androgynous voice. "See anything you'd like?"

His or her question shook me from my silent observing of them, as I turned my gaze towards what the stall had for sale. The selection was both similar, and vastly different to what the other stalls had. There were the posters, pictures and even a handful of sculptures, but they were all, for lack of a better term, twisted. The posters were abstract in nature, but after a few seconds I could make out rather strange drawings of characters from the show, but with their body parts split up and rearranged into odd designs. The pictures, were more of the same, just on a smaller scale. None of them really appealed to me, though I was curious about the small sculptures that littered the table. There were a few wooden ones of the Mane 6, a rather well made pair of small stone statues of Celestia and Luna, and the one that grabbed my attention the most, a stunningly crafted statute of King Sombra, made entirely of some kind of blue crystal. Having, only the most basic of crystal and gem based knowledge, I could only guess as to what it might be.

"How much for that Sombra sculpture?" I asked, wary of how much such a beautiful piece might cost me.

"Oh that piece?" The owner questioned, before 'oohing' and 'awwing' in thought. "I'll sell it to you for, say, £20."

I blinked owlishly in surprise. "Really? Just 20 quid?"

Shrugging their shoulders the owner replied, "I don't get too many customers as you might've guessed so I sell for cheap to make sure I sell. Plus, it's making these items that interests me, not so much the money. So yes, £20 is all it costs."

Despite the stall owner's assurances, I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with practically stealing something from him/her at that price. Plus, the hair's on the back of my neck had been standing up the minute the man/woman had stated to talk, and my instincts that had been formed over months of reading fanfictions were warning me that buying anything from a creepy stall was a recipe for disaster. However, it was a really nice sculpture, I didn't really want to spend too much at my first convention, and if something did happen as a result of buying from a creepy stall, I'd probably end up being fine with it. So without further hesitation, I pulled a £20 note out of my pocket, handed it to the owner, and grabbed the crystal statue. Almost immediately, I felt a tugging at my naval. My last sight before I was dragged into blackness, was what looked like a smile on the owner's face.

I screamed soundlessly as I felt myself, grabbed and stretched in all manner of unpleasant ways. My surroundings melted to black, and I could feel my limbs twisting, breaking, and reforming. I shut my eyes in pain, though my vision remained just as dark. This continued for what felt like hours, before, through my shut eyes, I saw a light. Opening my eyes, I saw my surroundings return, as colors swirled past me, blues and greens and reds. It would have been pretty to look at, had I not smacked painfully into the ground.

I don't know how long I was unconscious for, be it a few moments or several hours, but when I awoke, my whole body was aching. Though it wasn't just one kind of ache, more a mix between the kind of ache you get when you get a bruise, and the ache you get when you're having a growth spurt in one area. Needless to say, I was rather reluctant to move, so I didn't. Not until the various aches in my body had began to fade away did I attempt to stand. It was at that point that I noticed something was wrong. I was facing the ground and as I slid my hands under my body to lift me up, I got a look at them, or rather the grey, furry stumps that had replaced them. I didn't scream, but I did stare at them. Alot. Turning them around and looking at them from every angle I could confirmed that I had no hands on either of my arms. It also told me that the ends of the stumps had a bony hooves on them, hidden by tufts of fur.

'So, I have hooves now?' I thought to myself. Looking under myself showed that my legs had also become hooves with the same grey fur as on my arms. A part of myself wasn't surprised however, which may have been why I wasn't freaking out or thinking I'd gone mad. It was an MLP con, it was only inevitable someone bought a cursed item that sent them to, presumably, Equestria. It just so happened to be me. And going off the fact that I bought a Sombra figurine, and my fur seemed to be the same color as him, I could also assume that I had been turned into King Sombra himself. Reaching a hoof up to check, I could feel the signature curved horn protruding from my forehead. 'Well that settles it'. I even tilted my head in a manor that would have been impossible as a human to check my butt, and woe and behold, there on each of my flanks was an image of a red crystal, with two black crystal spikes poking up behind it.

Realizing that I had spent quite some time looking over myself, understandable given the circumstances I was in, I decided to take a look around, to try and get an idea as to where I might have ended up. The ground was made up of a rather dirty concrete, and there were a pair of walls either side of me made up of brick. Up ahead was what looked like a path, and behind me shared a similar view. So I was stuck in a alley, still with no idea where I was. Glancing around the alley, I spotted a few rubbish bags, and a large bin. There beside the bin though was something that startled me a little. Sombra's weird cape thing. It was remarkable clean given that it was laying in an alley, but I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Grabbing it with my teeth, being mindful of the much sharper canines I had gotten as part of being Sombra, I threw it onto my back, and with some careful wiggling, got it laid out over me. It even came with a hood, though I couldn't really use it as I had no idea how to use hooves or magic to help put it over my head.

Walking as a pony was surprisingly easy, if I went slowly. Just like walking on hands and knees, though I was a little unbalanced with the slightly different weight distribution. Creeping over to one end of the alley, I poked my head out and took a look round. Then I looked up. And up. And up. Until my eyes finally came to a rest at the top of the crystal empire's Eiffel tower rip off of a castle. 'Well at least I know where I am now. But I don't know when.' Though this did raise a rather large issue. Sombra was considered persona non grata in the Crystal Empire, and I had no illusions that if the guards or God forbid Cadence or Shining Armour found me, I'd be chucked in the dungeons faster than you could say 'crystals'.

Moving my gaze back from the castle, I turned to look down the street, only to freeze at the sight of a crystal pony staring at me, wide eyed and slack jawed. I stared back. The moment seemed to draw on forever until I said "Um, hi?"

This seemed to set the stallion off, as he screamed in a voice a little too high pitched for a man, drawing the attention of the handful of other ponies that littered the street that I hadn't seen. They too took one look at me, recognized who I was, and ran away screaming bloody murder. All the while I stood there watching the chaos as everypony abandoned whatever they had been doing to flee in terror. In less than 5 minutes I was alone, not having even moved out of the alley. "Well that was just rude." I mumbled to myself as I began to walk down the street with no particular destination in mind, grimacing at the sound of my voice. It sounded like I was chocking on sand paper. "God, how is anyone going to understand what I'm saying. I sound like I'm just saying, 'arrgargrah agragabah!'. Note to self, find spell to change voice."