Author's Note

Thought/Telepathy
"Talking"
"YELLING/ROYAL CANTERLOT VOICE"
(My two cents worth)
(Me speaking)
I do not own any character, scenes, quotes or any form of what is referenced in here. That right goes to their respective creators. Now that that's out of the way ALLONS Y!

IT"S PINK! IT'S SOFT! IT'S... Rainbowed?... HELP!!

I wasn’t sure how long I’d been asleep for but I was sure of one thing though… I was as stiff as a log.

Ooohhh I hurt all over. I grunted as I forced myself to sit up. The muscles in my back straining and my spine giving protesting pops for being moved. Reaching over I felt my left arm and was stunned.

It’s completely healed! I opened my eyes and looked around. It was night time so I couldn’t see much at first, but as my eyes adjusted to the lack of light around me I was able to give my arm a look over.

It looks like nothing happened… I don’t dream so that rules that out. Whenever I slept it was like I just blinked. I decided to take stock of my surroundings.

The room I was in had white walls and a pale blue ceiling, a small dresser was on the far left wall underneath a window. I saw what appeared to be a small enclosed bathroom in the far left corner, nothing major, enough to hold a shower toilet and sink, just the basics.

Gazing to my right I saw a door and a bunch of medical machines next to the bed that instantly told me I was in a hospital.

I must’ve been out for a few weeks at least if the healing is any indication, more likely it was months. But that didn’t seem right.

If I was out for months, my muscles should have atrophied quite a bit, I may be stiff but my body hasn’t wasted away at all… weird. I noticed I was laying on a hospital bed under pale pink covers. Lifting them up I sighed in relief.

At least I’m not buck ass nude. I was wearing a pair of generic boxer shorts, probably hospital standard issue. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and set my feet on the cold tiled floor.

Wonder if my clothes are in the dresser. I thought as I slowly made my way to said furniture piece, making my stiff muscles work themselves out. Opening the top drawer I found a few pairs of socks, closing it and opening the second drawer I saw the welcomed sight of my pants, gi top and belt.

phew. I sighed in relief

Don’t have to replace those that’s good, no chain vest though wonder where that is. Squinting I searched through the rest of the dresser.
My satchel isn’t here either…Whoever works here must’ve taken them. They’d better not have lost any of my stuff.

I closed it and started to look out the window and stopped myself half way due to fear.

I can’t look at the moon, Holy shit that was close! I kept my eye-line low and gazed out the window.

I could see I was in a small town, the light from the street lamps gave plenty of lighting. The town was in a word, quaint, it had a homey feel that all small towns have. Most of the houses were two stories tall, some had what appeared to be slate tiled rooves but most had thatched rooves.

I’m definitely not in the U.S. anymore that’s for sure, no place I’ve ever heard of in the U.S. has thatched rooves. So where am I? I looked around the streets looking for any detail that could tell me where I was.

Just on the edge of where my vision could reach, I spied a building that caught my interest.

Who designed that place? The witch from Hansel and Gretal?

The building in question looked like a gingerbread house on steroids. The pink walls were dotted with what appeared to be white frosting dollops. A large tower, the sides of which looked to be made of graham crackers, rose from the back of the two story building. The top was shaped like a cupcake with a pink frosting roof.

I don’t know who built that place but they were obviously obsessed with sugar and high on crack when they designed it. I chuckled lightly.

Weird building aside I couldn’t find any clue as to where I was.

Okay focus on what you know, I told myself as I slowly paced back and forth in front of the window.

Okay, I’m not home in the U.S. anymore, that is painfully obvious, where ever I am they have modern tech, hence the hospital, no witch doctors here…

(In the Everfree forest)

A certain Zebra sneezed in her sleep, waking herself. She rubbed her nose slightly.

“Who does mention me at this hour and turn my good dreams sour?” She grumble, pulling the blankets closer around her, she fell back to sleep.

(back to the hospital)
I let my eye’s roam the streets and then around my hospital room.

but there’s no electric lights that I can see.. A bone chilling realization hit me like a ton of bricks going at light speed.
“I’m not on earth anymore.” I was an open minded kind of guy. and being a geek I tried to learn a decent amount about different science theories to stay in the loop.

I knew what the multiverse was and so far the facts I had found seemed to point to that as the answer. That thought crushed my heart, I didn’t want to believe it… It hurt to much to believe it.

Fear and logic battled in my head, each trying to wrestle control from the other.

But what about your new memories, the abilities and body? Can that happen back home? The two warring sides of my brain fought for a good few minuets. The more logical side won out and my shoulders slumped down so low I would’ve flunked postal bag carrying school.

I could feel that my body was still tired and needed rest. I shuffled back over to the bed, getting back on and pulling the blanket up over my shoulders. I stared out the window, alien stars winked at me in the foreign night sky.

A virtual hurricane of emotions ran rampant through me as I closed my eyes and slowly went to sleep.

Where am I?

Sunlight blazed in through the window, smacking me right were I didn’t want to be hit. In the eyes.

I grumbled in annoyance and pulled the blanket over my head, trying to go back to the comforting embrace of sleep and loosing terribly

“Damn Sun!” I mumbled as I angrily threw the blanket off

“Can’t you give me a few more minuets?” I yawned and stretched my limbs, getting a few back pops in the process. Grunting as I stood up and started to do a few light stretches to keep my legs and arms loose.

Mid way through my arm stretches I froze, a weird feeling buzzing in my head.

What is that? I focused on it for a bit. turning toward the window the feeling moved from my right temple to the back of my head.

“Ooookay.” Turning back and facing the bed, it slid from the back of my head to above my right eye.

“What the hell?” I was confused

It feels like there’s something between my brain and skull moving around.
I thought for a moment and the closest thing I could compare it to was a compass. So I spun slowly on the spot and the feeling moved around on the inside of my head as I spun but stayed in one direction.

Okay this is strange. I decided to try something else. I bent over and the feeling went to the top of my skull.

Okay now this is getting freaky, what‘s going on. Whatever was happening that weird feeling was getting stronger. An Idea struck me,

I think this is Goku’s ki sensing ability, I may have accidentally jump started it when I blasted the wolf, if that’s the case… I focused on the direction where the feeling was, trying to get a sense of what was coming.

I’d never done this before so I had to really concentrate. A few beads of sweat dropped down my forehead and cheeks as I strained. After what seemed like and eternity I got a kind of picture of the “power level” I’d sensed…

I-I-I’m… a Ghost would’ve thought I was pale as all the blood seemed to leave my face.

I’m so FUCKED SIDEWAYS! I started to tremble,

That power I feel, It could crush me under it’s big toe… AND IT’S HEADING STRAIGHT TOWARD ME! I began to panic, I rushed over to the dresser I had opened last night, and ripped my clothes out of the drawers, fumbling like a drunk in my haste trying to get them on.

COME ON! I gotta hurry, finally able to get my pants, and gi top on, I wrapped and tied the belt around my waist, followed by my tail. I saw that next to the door were my KungFu shoes and I rushed over to put them on. I had just finished slipping them on when I felt that huge power level again, stronger then ever. My face paled when I realized,

It’s right outside the door!

My new Sayian blood was telling me to stay and confront this new power, challenge it, fight it! Show it who is the superior power.

My normal somewhat logical self told me to not to get into any needless conflict and coupled with the Kenichi side, who was always scared shitless of a fight, both went against what my Sayian half wanted. Needless to say, my chicken streak won this battle.

I started to slowly back away from the door. I stopped in my tracks when I saw and heard the lock on the door twist and give a faint click as it unlocked.

“NOPE!” I yelled, doing a complete 180 and sprinting across the room and with a mighty leap, I crossed my arms across my face and chest and curled my legs as close as I could. I smashed through the window, sending shards of glass and a few splinters of wood out into the streets.

Flying out of the window to cries of shock from behind me.
“YOU DON’T LIKE…” I heard someone yell before I fell to far. Not turning to see who had yelled I fell to the ground below. My feet hit the ground, landing on the balls of my feet I tumbled into a somersault and rolled into a standing position unharmed. Seeing an alley way just off to my right I sped to the hopeful escape route.

The voice called out to me, but I didn‘t look to see who it was. Fear drove me to just keep running.

That power is immense, I thought as I tore down the alley way. My Sayian half kept nagging at me to turn around and fight. I had to admit the thought slightly intrigued me and made me want to piss my pants… again.

I am curious who it was though, I just hope I won’t have to meet them face to face yet.

I panted slightly as I kneeled behind a dumpster in another alley way. I'd taken a few lefts and rights, keeping to the shadows. The power I'd felt had disappeared a few minuets after my sudden departure from the hospital.

I was in another alley way next to what I believed was the main street, if the activity I heard was any indicator. I inched my head past the end of the dumpster. My jaw fell open and I could do nothing but stare with fascination and terror for some time. The “people”, and I use the term loosely, stood on two legs, were covered in colorful fur, some had horns others had wings but all had certain characteristics that told me they were of the same race.

They kind of look like horses. It was the only connection I could make with something I knew. They had muzzles, much shorter then the horses I knew of. Their ears, again smaller then a horses, were higher up the side of the head then mine and their eyes were larger then what I was certain was normal. None had feet, they walked on a pair of hooves and wore clothes like I did. If I had held out any hope for being on Earth, it was pretty much shattered with all this. As I watch from the shadows I started to hear snippets of conversations.

"I thought he was going to Trottingham?"

"Mommy can we get a muffin?" I was shocked. They spoke English. A new sound tore my thoughts away from that fact. A horn honked and I watched with wide eyes as an old model T Ford car slowly made it's way down the street, driven by an elderly looking green horse person. I was floored.

Not only is this proof that intelligent life exists but that they have developed on a near mirror image to our own world... the odds of this are insane! As I watched these beings go about their day for a few more minuets I started to work on a plan in my head.

Okay I don't want to cause a panic. It's safe to assume they've never seen anything like me before so walking up to them and saying hi is out of the question. I kept my eyes on the street as I thought to myself about what to do.

Why can't you just say hi? they might just want to be friends.

Just be friends? That's a bit naive of them. For all they know I could be a predator who could be here to hurt them.

Are you?

Of course not, I'm not a monster. I just don't know how to proceed with this. I don't even know what to call their race as a whole.

Well we’re not horses, that's for sure. "giggle" we prefer the term pony. My body stiffened. That wasn't what my voice in my head sounded like. I'd been so distracted by the ponies and my predicament I didn't even notice the different voice in my head. It was female sounding so it wasn't mine. I started to shiver in fear. The power level I had sensed at the hospital... It was back.

It's right behind me! My head turned with the creaking sound of a screen door. My now brown eyes gazed back into unbelievably bright sky blue ones. I started to sweat and my left eye started to twitch. Not one foot away from me was one of the natives.

She was obviously female. She wore a dark blue tank top which showed a good amount of cleavage from her D cup sized breasts and a pair of bright pink shorts with a trio of balloons on the hips. Her fur was bright pink and her mane and tail were a deeper shade of pink and so poofy it looked like some one stuck cotton candy on her head instead of hair.

The connection between my brain and body was short circuiting, because all I could do was scream orders in my head and my body just stayed frozen, just staring at the mare. The smile on her face seemed so large that it would split it in two. I was thoroughly freaked. Then the pin was pulled on the proverbial grenade... She talked TO me.

"HI! I'm Pinkie Pie, What's your name? Want to be friends? Why don't you like cake?" I did the only logical thing my brain could think of at that moment... I screamed.

I leapt off the ground and over the dumpster like a rocket. I did take note that I had jump a good, fifteen feet in the air, but I had other things on my mind. All heads turned to me as I landed. I didn't stop to smell the roses, I ran at full speed down the street dodging ponies left and right, jumping and sliding under food carts.

"WAIT!" I heard the pink mare’s voice call out to me. There was a hint of sadness in it, but I ignored her and I just kept on running.

Well things can't get any worse then this.

(Murphy's going to have a field day.)

"HEY!"
( I turn and see Pinkie Poking her head through the fourth wall)

(sigh. Pinkie? What are you doing here?)

"Why did you have to write it like that Quirky!?"
(Pinkie starts to sniffle and her eyes start to tear up)

He's scared of me now, and I just wanted to be friends!"
(Her eye faucets are about to explode)

(CRAP if she starts crying She'll flood the entire apartment)
(I grab a cookie from a nearby box and waggle it in front of her nose)

( Pinkie look what I've got! A delicious chocolate chip cookie see? see?)
(Pinkie brightens up immediately.)

"Cookie? COOKIE!"
(She grabs it from my hand and starts to nibble it)

( That was to close! Now Pinkie what have I told you about breaking the fourth wall, let alone going through it?)
(She's now sitting in my recliner. She smiles at me)

"You haven't told me anything yet cause you haven't written that far."
( She states matter of fact like. I take my glasses off and pinch the bridge of my nose)

(UGH. Alright, please keep the fourth wall breaking to a minimum, I love your company but I have a story to write and the wall breaking slows me down a bit.)

"Okie-dokie-lokie Quirky!"

(sigh. And to answer your question I wrote the scene that way for plot development. I promise he won't be scared of you for to long) (she narrows her eyes)

"Pinkie Promise?" (she gets up and puts her muzzle to my nose and stares me with slits for eyes. I start to sweat bullets)

(Cross my heart and hope the fly stick a cupcake in my eye!)
(She smiles widely)

"Okay, I'm satisfied."

(phew dodged the nightmare. I should probably tell you Pinkie, while we've been talking he's gotten into a bit of a mess. You should probably be getting back to Ponyville now, unless you want the new guy to get his ass beaten to a pulp by Rainbow Dash.)
(Pinkie Gasps)

"WHAT! if that happens, I'll need to changed the banner to "Welcome to Ponyville hope you didn't get beat up to bad by Rainbow Dash Get well soon Party" banner! And I work so hard on the first one!"
(She jumped and hung in the air yelling)

"DON'T WORRY! PINKIE'S COMING!"
(She zooms through the wall and back to Ponyville. I look at all of you)

(I'm sorry about that readers. Pinkie can be a bit fragile and random at times. Don't worry I'll hit the rewind button and you'll get to see what happens to our would be whipped hero. And so without further ado, ALLONS Y!)
( My fist punches the youtube rewind button and the screen swirls with color)

(back in Ponyville we fined our hero running. He's getting all his cardio done early)

I darted down and across the street, jumping into the nearest alley way I could find. I looked behind me to see if I was being followed. All the ponies were stare at the alley were I had gone in, confusion written all over their faces. I started to turn my head back forward when my foot caught on something and I was sent flying through the air.

"Whooooa!" I yelled as I enjoyed my "trip". I saw a pony mare in front of me go wide eyed. Time seemed to slow to as I came closer and closer to her. We both shouted something similar before I collided with her at high speeds.

"FUCK/BUCK!" I slammed into her hard and sent us tumbling through the packed dirt street. We stopped our tumble a few seconds later and I tried to shake the dancing ducks from my head. Placing my hands down I started to push myself up. I noticed that the ground seemed to be quite a bit softer then before, not to mention it was a bit raised.

I think my palms are resting on small pebbles. I pushed my self up and, on reflex, my hand squeezed. A low moan reached my ears and made my eyes snap open. What I saw made my heart stop cold. I was straddling a very well endowed female pony with mint green fur and she had a spiraling horn growing out of the top of her forehead. Her eyes were half closed and a blush was highly evident on her cheeks.

She moaned again as my hands squeezed her breasts, and my mind ground to a frickin halt. My face flushed as red as a tomato, my mouth mimicking a fish. I don’t know why my body did it, all I can attribute it to is that… I’m a male. My hands squeezed her breasts again, harder then before, and she moaned a third time and very loudly. I just about to jump off and apologize, cause my life depended on it, when a loud and very angry voice yelled from above me.

"What the Buck are you trying to do you pervert!" My head snaps up to the sky and what I see scares me to hell and back.

Another pony mare, this one has sky blue colored fur adorning her body. She's dressed in in a tight, sleeveless white shirt with a Rainbow lightning bolt on the left side that showed off her high C cup breasts. The shirt ended a few inches below her bust and she wore a pair of black short shorts. She was sporting a six pack and the muscles of her legs looked like she could kick a concrete wall, or a human, to smithereens. Her mane and tail were split into the seven, beautiful colors of a rainbow and she was sporting a pair a large angel like wings the same color as her fur. They flapped in a steady, rhythmical motion, keeping her ten feet off the ground the whole time. Her rose red eyes glare at me with an intensity that could melt steel.

"Let her go you sick bastard!" She shouted and dove through the air straight at me. Two thoughts went through my brain as she flew at me with her fist cocked back to strike. The first being

She's really sexy. and the second

SHE'S GOING TO KILL ME! I had no time to make a conscious movement, so my body acted on instinct and training. The flying female charging at me fast I threw my self back into a bridge position just as she was about to strike me.

Her fist was aimed at my face but hit nothing but air. As her body became parallel with mine my training kicked in and I struck. I used the momentum from leaning back and doing a bridge to throw my right leg up and slam my knee right into her gut.

This all happened within four seconds. I also know I knocked the wind out of her cause I saw her eyes bug out. She sailed a few more feet past me and crashed into the ground hard.

I followed through with my strike and flipped to my feet. I turned and faced the blue female that had attacked me. She didn't move for a few seconds and I started to freak out. I ran over to her babbling like crazy.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! My body reacted on it own. I didn't mean for you to get huRRAAH!" I jumped back with a startled yelp as a blue leg blurred past my face with a super fast kick. She twisted her legs like spinning clubs and swung to her feet. She was pissed.

"Like I'd believe you didn't do that on purpose." She said with a growl. She rubbed her stomach were I had hit.

"Alright you mother bucking pervert... IT... IS... ON." My blood ran cold. She went into a Karate style Neko Ashi Dachi stance and Putting her hands, right over left, into "knife hand" positions, palms down just below her chest. I got very nervous very quickly.

She been trained very well and that stance she's in, the Neko Ashi Dachi, is for quick, strong kicks and her posture is near perfect. I analyzed her as quickly as possible.

I'll need to watch out for her "Knife hand" strikes, they're meant for vital points like the neck, eyes, under the arms and they double as a near iron clad defense when used properly. What she's in is an aggressive stance meant for speed, power and deception, I need to keep my guard up. My body slid into a fighting stance of its own accord.

I shifted my left leg back and lowered myself into a deep Kiba Dachi stance, my right hand, held about a foot from my face, was shaped into a kind of claw. My index and middle fingers stayed together and curled slightly while my thumb, pinky and ring finger curled inward till the tips were and inch from each other. My left hand formed like I was holding a softball and I raised it to just above my eye line behind my head.

I realized it was the fighting stance of the Kame Senin Ryu style taught to Goku by Master Roshi. I kept my gaze on the blue female who was still glaring at me. My sayian blood burned at the thought of a good fight, but this is not a battle I wanted to participate in, it would be pointless conflict. I didn't want to fight her, but I would if I had to.

"This is not what it seems… I don't want to fight you miss." I said to the mare, my voice sounding a bit deeper then usual, more serious. The prismed mare chuckled mirthlessly at my statement,

"If I was in your place, I would want to fight me either." With a cocky smile on her face, she charged in a rainbow colored blur. As I braced myself for the fight I heard two female voices yell something out, very loudly, at the same time. One behind me and the other to my right.

"HUMAN!/ I NEED TO THROW YOU A PARTY!" One voice I recognized. It was that Pink girl that had scared the ever living shit out of me behind the dumpster. I didn't know who the second one belonged to but I didn't like he tone it had. I decided then and there, as the blue winged, Technicolor maned mare came barreling at me, what to do.

"STRATEGIC WITHDRAWAL!!!" And I turned and booked it down the street.