Equestria's New Legend

Chapters

How (some) Legends Start Pt. 1
How (some) Legends Start Pt. 2
How (some) Legends Start pt.3
How 'This' Legend Starts
What do I do Now?
Who's Grandpa Ken?
I guess I'll just hang out with you guys
I Need a Job
Undefined Powers?
How it All Started
You Can't Replace What's Lost
Sometimes, Legends Just Need a Kind Heart
Already Apart of the Family
A Fashion Sense, and a Reminder
Two for One!!
One whom Stands Above All Pt.1
One whom Stands Above All Pt.2
One whom Stands Above All Pt.3
The One who Will Become a Legend/One whom Stands Above All Pt.4
How Much Did I Miss?
A Surprising New Addition!
He's Not My Dad!
Fear Not, Because I Am Here!
A New Family is Formed at the Gala.
The Worst Birthday. Pt.1
Rampage/The Worst Birthday. Pt.2
The Power of the Berserker/The Worst Birthday. Pt.3
The One Who Stands Above All vs. Overwhelming Power/ The Worst Birthday. Pt.4
A New Friend!/ The Worst Birthday. Final Pt?
I do Yard Work, Not Fanservice

How (some) Legends Start Pt. 1

How (some) Legends Start Pt. 1

3rd person Dylan's POV

"Uugh, why is it so boring today?" said a teenage boy just reaching into adulthood,"Well, at least we won't be getting any storms today, so that's a plus." he exclaimed to no one in particular. The boy who is saying all of this is named Dylan Rayson. Now, that may seem like an ordinary name, nothing to really think about, but Dylan's last name is actually a moral code that he wears. A Rayson will always protect their family, no matter how dangerous or how small it is, every Rayson sticks together and looks out for each other. And Dylan has lived by this golden rule his whole life and as such, nothing means more to him than family.

It all started on a surprisingly clear day, you couldn't even see a cloud in the sky for miles, even if you looked out into the horizon. It was also pretty hot at this time of day, which happened to be noon, but even though all of this usually meant for a good summer day, but for a certain teenager, it was just an ordinary, boring, and another, depressing, day for Dylan Rayson.

Dylan Rayson was a pretty average looking kind of kid, his hair was a bit messy, pretty spikey all around, and a dark brown, yet he managed to make it work without it making him look like he had a greasy mop on his head. His eyes were a deep royal blue, at first glance both of his eyes looked to be the same shade of blue, except one was just a shade lighter than the other, making it a cosmic blue, but it was hardly noticeable unless you looked deep into his eyes.

Dylan smoothed a few wrinkles out of his powder-blue denim shirt. His Brewster Wingtips whipped in the wind like a flag. He stretched his body getting a few pops, now fully stretched he stood at a height of 5"9" and has a decent athletic build, though he doesn't like to be very intimidating, in fact he's actually pretty shy, but because of his stature he wasn't picked on, much. He also had a little bit of a scruff growing on his chin, but other than that his face was like a baby's booty.

He wasn't what you would call the 'liveliest' person, and no one knew why, he actually used to be extremely social and energetic, but for awhile now he's just been pushing everyone away as he kept sinking inside of some form of depression; and as a Rayson, you'd think that he'd liven up a bit more. And from a few years up to now he keeps distancing himself from everyone, refusing to accept help from anyone other than himself and his sketches, but he's still got his father's old denim shirt that he keeps with him. He lives in Michigan, Muskegon, right on the coast of Lake Michigan, it was very nice to wake up every morning to the sound of waves crashing into the shore, but he just thought it was bothering his precious sleep time.

Today wasn't anything special for Dylan as he drove in his Chevy Suburban, it was the more recent model car and it was colored a midnight black. He really enjoyed driving it because it was just so comfortable for him. The reason he's driving right now is because he doesn't see the need to wait until you're 18 to get your driver's licence when you already know everything there is to know about driving.

But the real reason he's driving is so he can clear his head before he heads over to the graveyard, the reason he's going to that kind of place is not for the reason you'd think, he goes there to reflect and ponder on what exactly happened to them, his dad has been missing for years, his aunts and uncles are god knows where, and his mother, did not exactly go in the happiest of circumstances.

"Might as well see what everyone's up to at the beach," Dylan said as he looked out of his side window and just stared at the beach leading to the lake and gazed upon how vast the lake was that you couldn't even see past the horizon, but he was used to this sight after staring at it for his whole life. As he gazed he couldn't help but remember back to when his parents would bring him here when he was a child, and all of the fun he used to have here as a kid, he would just go to the highest hill and play king of the hill with the other kids, even though at the time he was the smallest of the bunch, he was by far the most energetic. He felt a small hint of a smile play across his lips as he just stared blankly at the scene."Heh, I miss those times, even if I was a bit clumsy." he said as he was reminiscing of the old times, when his family was still with him.

After a few more minutes he finally refocused his attention to the road, but the sight greeted him was, "W-What the hell is that!? I don't remember taking acid before I left, or EVER in that manner!?" said Dylan in a panicked state as he stared at a literal rainbow colored vortex coming straight towards him, as he was just starting to panic, as well as shift the gear in reverse, he failed to notice his car was being pulled and lifted into the most bizarre looking tornado, and when he did take notice, he was already at the point where the only thing he could do was, "SSSHHHHIIIIII-"*THUNK* was the last word he said, before he felt a stabbing pain in the back of his head, and as the world around him was getting increasingly harder to make out from the blurriness, the last thing he thought before he entered the void of while sitting in his car currently being sucked inside if the fantasy colored twister, 'Well at least when I hit the ground, I'll be with my family again....' was the last thing he thought with a smile on his face.

Five minutes earlier, Equestria, Ponyville...

3rd person Twilight Sparkle POV

As Twilight Sparkle was making sure everything was ready for the Summer Sun Celebration, she couldn't help but feel worried that something bad will happen, despite the princesses letter telling her to calm down and that she was just overreacting, but still with the aligned stars and the Mare in the Moon, she just knew that something bad was going to happen, and it was going to happen soon.

Twilight Sparkle is a very, enthusiastic pony, she's obsessed with reading and researching, and that's just saying it lightly. Her mane was a deep bluish magenta, with two highlights newt to each other one is hot pink, and the other is a regular purple, same as her tail. Her fur is a light purple giving her an almost elegant look, almost. Her eyes were a deep royal shade of purple, heck almost everything about her you could almost summarize her as simply purple. She was wearing a simple dark blue turtleneck blouse along with a white skirt that goes down to her lower thighs.

But the thing that sticks out the most was a horn that was the same color as her fur protruding from her forehead. She stands at an average height of about 5"6", not much to say about that unless you want the dirty jokes. Her breast size was a C-cup that fit her perfectly and her slightly petite frame. She didn't have shoes because why would someone with hooves need shoes, and yes like every'pony' else, instead of feet she had hooves, but she still had hands that resembled a humans. Overall, she was a very beautiful girl, she even looks like she's just reached 19, but she am in fact 22 years old.

1st person Twilight's POV

"I just hope that the princess was right about today", I said in a sigh of frustration and worry to no one in particular. as I kept walking I got a different kind of feeling, the kind of feeling one gets when they are expecting something to suddenly pop up, 'that's just plain ridiculous!' I thought to myself, 'It's not like a tornado is going to appear out of nowhere and-'

As I think this a huge rainbow colored vortex seemed to suddenly appear from nothing, and after a few moments it started to fade away to reveal a weird looking black rectangular box with a protrusion coming from what I assumed was the front, and had 4 black circle things surrounding what seemed to be small silver wheels. "Well, I guess you can't be right about everything..." I said as I began to look through the looking glass on the mysterious object.

But what I saw inside was not what I was expecting, it was some kind of creature, that looked a lot like a pony except for its small muzzle and its lack of fur, wings, tail, or horn, wearing some kind of weird looking jeans shirt, along with what appeared to be midnight blue dress pant, but I couldn't be sure as I couldn't see above the strange barrier keeping it inside, sitting behind another weird circle looking thing, but then I started to get worried when I saw what looked to be blood coming from the back of his head,"Oh my Celestia!" I said in an extremely worried manner for whatever this strange looking creature was, and as I was about to panic for this creature I saw what looked to be a lever mechanism, so I assumed that it was used to open this strange looking box, and thankfully, I was right and right as the door opened as I pulled on the lever, "Hey are you alright?!" was what I said as I was about to help the creature out and carry him to the hospital, before suddenly it stirred.

1st person Dylan's POV

As I willed myself to open my eyes, they felt like they weighed a ton and a half, so I could see what was happening around me, only to notice that the wind currents are gone and so too is that tornado, 'Must have survived the fall, but I think I may have a serious concussion' I thought as I was finally able to open my eyes and see where I was even if it was extremely hazy and blurry, as I looked around my attention shifted to one thing in particular, 'Ok, now I know I'm high" I thought as I stared at a literal purple horse wearing a turtleneck and had a FREAKING HORN on its head. But the strange thing was is that it looked a lot like me, minus the muzzle, the ears, and the horn. But what attracted my attention the most weren't any of those it, in fact it was her eyes, yes 'her' I didn't just look at her face you know, and when I looked into her eyes, all I could say was, "Gorgeous." And with that I blacked out into the dark void where I just was.

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

I really hope that you all enjoyed this, and if you didn't that's fine I don't expect much when this is my very first time writing something like this ever, so please leave some feedback and tell me what you think about the first chapter.

Also I've just recently gone through this chapter and edited it, but I refuse to take credit so shout out to Flint-Lock for giving me suggestions on how to improve writing, also I changed the entire family is dead shtick so now it's more believable, another shout out to Flint-Lock, also a few summarizations are credited to Flint-Lock, so thanks you really helped me with that, and if you have any more suggestions for me that I could use to improve my writing, I'm more than willing to hear you out.

How (some) Legends Start Pt. 2

Dylan's dream, unknown area, 1st person

"Hey son, come over here for a second would ya?" I heard someone who sounded just like my missing father, but that can't be right, can it?

"Sure thing dad!" The words came out of my mouth before I could even process what was happening, and so too did my feet think for themselves as they were already headed for that man's voice. 'Why is my body reacting on its own, and why does this all seem, familiar?' As I thought this my body had already turned the corner leading to that man's voice, and as soon as I turned the corner I saw him, my father, "What is it dad?" As soon as I said that I remembered, this was around the time my father disappeared. But, why am I suddenly remembering this now, I haven't had this dream in years. Just as my father was about to say something, I felt a tug pulling me from my dream, and all I could think at that moment was confusion.

Real world/equestria, present time

I woke up with one hell of a headache, I mean it was bad, like imagine when you wake up on a Monday and you have one of those aches in the back of your head that makes you the worst type of person, now multiply that time 10 and you'll understand, "Ow, god damnit, this really frickin' sucks." I said as I rubbed the back of my head, only to get, "GAAAH!" You guessed it, a stabbing pain where my hand just was. After a moment of consideration I've come to the conclusion, "Fuck! Don't touch the back of your head. Fuck that hurt." As I said this I took a few brief moment to take in my surroundings, as I did this I also noticed that I was in some type of hospital wing. And as I was looking around the door was suddenly burst open with a panicked... Horse, lady, nurse? 'Okay, now I know I'm still dreaming, because there's just no other explanation for this. Wait, if that was really true then I shouldn't have felt that kind of pain when I woke up.' I thought to myself as the nurse went from panicked to relief.

"Well I'm glad that you're alright, you really gave me quite the scare their mister... " I heard the horse nurse.

Now that I a better look at her, I'd say she stands at an average height of 5'6. Also she's wearing a white nurse outfit, not much to say there. Her hair, well from all the animes I've watched, her hair is nowhere near as deeply colored as those anime chicks, the color is just, let's just say it's both lighter and brighter than any light pink I've ever seen, not to mention her blinding white fur that makes the two pairs of colors just, too bright, well, at least for my tastes. Now her eyes, they were the same blue as mine, well not exactly the same blue, again everything about her is, bright, ugh, her eyes are multiple times brighter than my own, her eyes are more of a light sky blue where as mine are more of a royal blue in my right and a slightly lighter shade in my left, not that she could tell. Anyways everything about her just said, 'don't look to long or else I'll blind you with my colors of death', I know I'm a dork. Also her tail is also the same color as her hair, and her equine like ears the same as her fur. As I was staring I noticed her face turned a little shade of red, and a little bit sheepish.

I cannot begin to describe to you how, weird, I felt at that moment, I mean I've lived with humans my whole life, and most would assume my attraction to be, well, human. And I'm pretty sure that my attraction won't change just because I hit my head extremely hard, no matter what anyone says otherwise, but, strangely enough, she looked more human than what you'd expect from a, uhm, horse-lady. Still doesn't make me feel any less weird for pretty much 'examining' her with my eyes, and I'm pretty sure that she's dying from embarrassment judging from her tomato-red face.

"Guh, s-sorry about that I didn't mean to 'check' you out per say, i-it's just, you look a lot different from what I'm used to is all." I said in a surprisingly quick manner, but I'm surprised that she completely understood.

"I-Its alright, you don't look like you're from around here at all, so it isn't that surprising." I heard her say in what I'd assume an embarrassed manner.

"Thanks for not misunderstanding, oh, and my name's Dylan, Dylan Rayson miss-,"

"O-Oh right, my name's Nurse Redheart, and that's quite an unusual name you have there mr.Rayson." I sat there in silence for the next few seconds contemplating what's happening right now.

"Well this has been nice and all misses horse lady but-"*SLAP* I sat there with the left side of my face felling like it got hit by a metal glove, holy hell she has some wicked strength behind her frame, but, "WHAT THE HELL LADY?!" I said with as much restrained anger as I could at the moment.

"I don't care if you're a patient or not, but I am not a whore." I heard her say with even more restrained anger than my own, which I could tell was also greater than my own anger.

"Wait, since when did I call you a whore?" I said with nothing but confusion replacing my rage.

"You just called me a horse, now I don't know who taught you that kind of language young man, but I will not tolerate those kinds of words in my-"

"Wait, so, you're not a horse? Then, what are you?" As soon as I said that I could have sworn that the air turned a few degrees colder, but when I saw her face is when I truly regretted interrupting her.

"I'M A PONY YOU IDIOT!"

Oh, oooh, oh, 'Well, shit'.

Author's Note

I'm extremely sorry that this chapter took so long to come to light and I hope that you all don't hate me for it. I've just been extremely busy with school lately, but these upcoming breaks are coming up so I'll be able to work on future chapters, and I promise that I won't neglet my story any more. Anyways I hope that you all enjoyed the 2nd chapter, I will now be accepting suggestions for the story like OC's, storyline that changes due to Dylan, and how the original mlp storyline changes due to Dylan. I will also need some beta-readers and an editor, I would sincerily appreciate it if any of you could help me out with these, then they would help speed up the progress of this story a lot, those who are interested please let me know by sending me a private message that you're interested in helping in the development of this story, and I will reply back. Now I will set the limit of beta-readers to set number at around 10-15 beta readers at the max, soplease if you're interested please let me know and I'll lend you access to the unfinished chapters and letting me know what you think. Anyways thank you very much for sticking with me forsolong and not losing hope in me, thank you and stay 'as awesome as you wanna be'.

Also I'm starting to go back and fix the issues with the dialogue that someone pointed out, so please give some credit to Orion Light for helping me realize my mistake in dialogue. And with this I hope that you all will be able to understand the story better :)

How (some) Legends Start pt.3

Unknown Hospital, Dylan's Pov

Well, I never thought that I'd be literally thrust into a world of, "Wait, did you just say, pony?!"

"Yes." I heard the nurse say in an extremely agitated and barely restrained rage manner. Oh great, just great, how did I get myself in some type of fairytail land full of humanoid ponies, part of that sounds familiar for some reason.

"Uh, well I'm sorry about that but where I come from that word has an entirely different meaning," I say with the most amount of decency I can conjure up under the icy stare directed my way.

"Well, alright, just don't let it happen again." The 'pony' named Redheart said with a withering anger leaving her tone, and as her rage left her, so too did the icy temperature that somehow found its way into this recovery room, which allowed me to let go of a breath that I didn't know I was holding.

"Well, thanks for letting me off the hook so easily, but, where exactly am I, and who brought me here?" I asked with all of my curiosity coming back to me.

"Oh, right, well right now you're in a hospital located in Ponyville, and you were brought here by a unicorn by the name of Twilight, and if I remember correctly, she was having quite a tough time carrying you here by herself." Huh, well I already knew I was in some fantasy world, but, 'Pony'ville? Are you serious?

"Well thank you for letting me know where I am- wait, where was I originally before coming here, did that Twi-girl tell you where she found me?!" I said in a slightly panicked manner.

"U-uh, why yes, she said she found you in some kind of big metal box with four metal wheels," I heard her say in a confused and slightly hurried manner, but I need one more thing.
"Did she say where she found me? Any distinct area?!" I need to know.

"W-well, u-uh, she said it was near the Sweet Apple Acres orchard, I-I think." That's all I needed to hear.

"Thank you for all your help, but I can take care of myself from here." I said as I was getting up, but as soon as my feet touched the floor, my head started to feel a little light headed, luckily I managed to catch myself, and as soon as I did I looked around for the door.

"W-wait, you can't get out of bed yet, we still haven't checked how bad your injury is, and you've only just got here you need to rest," whatever she just said went ignored by me as I had found the door and took off with a full sprint.

5 minutes later, outside the hospital

As I was running, I took note of my surroundings and how dark it was at the time, and how beauti-no time for that now! I need to get to my car and make sure everything survived the trip as I did. "Man, I hope that I'll make it in time, let's just hope that I wasn't out for too long, wait am I still wearing my-" saying that I came to an instant stop, taking the time to cautiously look down at myself, and as I did I let out a huge sigh of relief as I saw that all of my clothes are still there, "oh thank god." 'Ok, let's keep going' I thought as I resumed my run towards my destination. Thankfully there was a path next to the hospital along with various signs that would hopefully lead me to my goal, 'I just hope that I'm not too late,' was my final thought as I took a glimpse at a nearby sign that told me the orchard was nearby, as I saw this I picked up my speed and hurried over to my destination, hoping against hope that in this dark, I could still find my car along with everything still there. As I was nearing the area, I noticed that, well, there were no people, I mean sure it's night and everything but you still get a few people who are wondering around at night. "Okay, I know that I'm new to this world but I feel like there should still be more, activity than there is now-" as I said this I heard a huge roar coming from deep within a dark forest quite a distance away from me, now I know that I'm closer to my current destination, "Damnit!" I said as I turned towards the source of that noise and hustled even faster than before to help whoever is at the source of that sound.

15 minutes later, inside of mysterious forest

"Why, why do I have this annoying sense of protection, I don't even know who's near that area, for all I know it could just be two monsters battling each other!" I said as I was cursing my own moral code and what my heart of hearts told me, 'Well there's no sense in wondering why I'm doing this, I'll just have to hope that whoever is in here knows the way out.' As I was pondering this I noticed a clearing as I came up to it I came to an abrupt stop, and boy am I thankful that I did, "Oh come on, now there's a rickety bridge over a giant chasm, 'groan' when will I catch a break?" I said in an exhausted manner. Just as I was pondering this I heard a scream coming from across the bridge, and without even thinking or wasting time, I sped over the bridge as fast as I could. And as I crossed over the bridge and towards the scream, for some reason everything turned into a blur, but I didn't care as I just thought is was the aftereffects of my concussion. As I neared the source of the scream I saw a huge ruined castle, and I also saw a faint glow coming from one of the rooms, so as fast as I could, I ran towards one of the stone windows and jumped through, and what happened next was instantaneous, as I looked around the room I saw a familiar figure crouched over something, and another figure charging towards the crouched one in a threatening manner, so acting on instinct at this point I landed on my hands and using my forward momentum fully stretched my legs and arms, performing a devastating kick as well as landing a flip positioning myself protectively in front of the crouched figure. "Hey are you okay?" I said not taking my eyes off my opponent.

"Y-yeah," I heard the figure say, which I now know is a woman listening to the voice coming from her.

"Good, now stay back while I take care of this,"

"Wait!" I heard her say in a confused and still surprised tone,"who are you?"

"My name is, Dylan Rayson, and it's nice to meet you."

To be continued...

Author's Note

Just as I promised I took way less time in making this chapter than I did the other one, and also thank you to those who have supported me and gave me really helpful advice. Now if you have any suggestions or any characters you want me to add to this story, just let me know how you want your character to show up, and if they're human, well just send me a message describing them and how they arrived to equestria, and any equipment they have on them, and I'll add them later in the story.

How 'This' Legend Starts

Last Time...

"My name, is Dylan Rayson, and it's nice to meet you."

Dylan's perspective

As I stared at where my opponent stood, I noticed that they had a look of shock on their face, which quickly went into a look of righteous fury, "WHO DARES STRIKE ME?"

"That would be me, and I don't know who you are, but what I do know is that you're going down." I said with a steeled look of determination washing over my features. "I don't know what's going on here, but I will protect you." I say to the person that I'm protecting. And as I am entering my fighting stance, which consists of my feet being 45 degrees away from each other my knees bent and my arms in a taijutsu stance that resembles a fox ready to pounce at any moment. As I did this the enemy standing before me started chuckling.

"Hehe, you truly are a foolish mortal to believe that you can defeat me, very well I shall entertain the thought of you fighting me," Ok, that's it, I can't stand people like her.

"Grr, I don't care what kind of being you are, but I'm just here to do what comes naturally,"

"Oh? And what is that?" I heard her say in a tone that suggests that she's better than everything around her.

"I'm here to kick your ass, you stereotypical tyrant!"

And with that I shot off as fast as my legs would let me, and as I shot my right fist towards her, my fist just seemed to phase straight through her as though she were some kind of astral being, "W-What the-" *BANG* after a few seconds did I finally realize what just happened, and holy hell, never did I dream that someone could move that fast, and hit so damn hard.

Twilight's perspective, same time

I don't really know what just happened, but what I do know is that I've seen that guy from somewhere before, 'That's the guy that appeared from inside that weird metal cart!' I don't know that much about him other than that though, but what I do know is that he bought me some time to figure out the elements of harmony. I just hope that I'll be able to figure out what that spark is supposed to be.

"TWILIGHT!" Wait a second, I know those voices,

'That's it!'

Dylan's perspective

"TWILIGHT!" I heard coming from a corridor leading in to this room, as I was still recovering from that godly punch, I saw that multiple 'pony-people' coming in and looking woriedly at the purple colored crouched figure, and at first glance I all I could think was, 'colorful' but I have more important matters to take care of, like this pitch black tyrant, who was disregarding me as if was nothing important.

"HEY, we haven't finished our fight!" I said as I attempted to elbow her only to get the same result as last time, except this time her attack sent me through one of the stone walls as well as me hearing a sickening crack and a sharp pain in my ribs, 'Damnit! I'm getting nowhere at this rate!' I thought to myself as I was trying to figure o it a way to beat her, only for my concussion to come back and hit me full force, 'No, damnit, not now,' I thought as I was slowly going into the void that I'm all too familiar with now.

22 minutes later...

Well, I guess I just have to wait and hope that whoever that purple pony girl was, managed to get away from that crazy lunatic, if only I could have seen what was happening, then maybe I could have fought back. As much as I hate to admit it, right now, in this world I'm weak, I don't know anything about this world or any of its inhabitants not to mention the abilities that everyone could possess here.

"So this is the individual that helped you," Huh? Okay, I know that I've never heard that voice before, or have I, it sounded like someone who knew that they had power but would never rely on it, a voice that I've long since forgotten, weird.

"Oh my, his fashion is absolutely dreadful!" Uh, okay, I feel like I was just insulted but I can't be too sure, one thing I do know is that I've never heard that voice either.

"So yer sayin' that this guy is the one that helped ya out earlier Twilight?" Ok, wow, that voice probably has the most southern accent that I've ever heard in my life

"He's the guy that went up against Nightmare Moon, he doesn't look like much, I bet I could take him with both my arms tied behind my back." Well, now I know that I was just insulted, and judging by the tone of that voice, she'd probably be that one person who brags after performing their first backflip, and make a huge deal out of it for nothing.

"Well I think we should throw him a 'thanks for trying to help us with the bad guy and welcome to the town' party, wouldn't that be fun, I think it'd be fun, who else thinks it'll be fun!?" Oh, uh, I'm too overwhelmed with how hyperactive and excited that voice was that I'm not sure if they are an adult or a sugar high child, wait, did she just plan a party for a guy that's unconscious and has no idea who she is?

"Well whoever he is, he can't be all bad if he helped Twilight by protecting her, right?" Aww, I don't know why but that voice sounds so adorable, and extremely shy, ok I need to see what's going on out there.

"Ok girls, lets just give him some room, he's waking up," Now there's a voice that I'm somewhat familiar with.

'At least I know that she's alright now.'

And with that final thought my eyes started to flutter open, albeit with some difficulty. As I took in my surroundings, at least what I could see, I noticed that I was back in the hospital that I woke up in earlier, 'Oh great, I'm back here,' I didn't exactly leave on a high note, nor did I have the greatest conversation with the nurse here either. As I went up to a crouched position I noticed the seven figures standing right next to my bed, and all but one of them looked somewhat familiar, oh yeah, those other five must have been the ones who ran into that room earlier, as I glanced at them I could see out the window, 'Holy hell, how long was I out for!' When I looked out the window I saw that it was somewhere a little past dawn.

As I was looking back at the group, I noticed that, well, for a group of 'pony' people, 'You know what I'll just call them ponies, that'll save me some headaches later on,' they're not all that similar, they were all different colors, and yet somehow I wasn't becoming blinded by the color of their fur, unlike a certain aggressive nurse That I know. The first one I noticed is all too familiar purple pony, out of them all, she looked, way too uptight, oh, now I remember she's the one that must have carried me to this hospital in the first place, Twilight, is what I think I heard back at that old castle, her bust was around a C-cup.

The next pony was, very different, instead of being purple, she was, pink, very pink, well not too pink at least her eyes are a fitting baby blue, and her hair-er mane, was a hot pink and so too was her tail, she wore a sky blue dress, along with an ocean blue short skirt, now I wouldn't say that I can read people very well, but her eyes seemed to be staring not at me, but directly through me, as to what that is I have no clue, she also stood at, what I'd assume is this world's slightly below average height of 5'4, and her bust seemed to be about a D-cup.

The next one was, well, shy, it said so in her light sky blue eyes that were filled with pure innocence, she also seemed to have a light pink for her mane and her tail, which seemed to be well maintained, her fur was a sort of yellow cream kind of color, together with that she wore a forest green sweater, going with that she was also wearing a pair of women's sports shorts, she also stood at a slightly above average height of 5'7, her bust was somewhere around a DD-cup, but what was weird was the fact that she seemed to also have a pair of wings.

The next pony looked like a total athletic, that and she was... Flying, ok if I had any doubts that I was in a different world before they were gone now, as I looked at her I noticed that she was more of a fighter than anything, and since she was revealing a little more than the other two I noticed that she had a runners build, I also saw her mane, which reminded me of skittles, 'Huh, I feel so weird right now, cause my favorite candy is skittles,' okay let's not go too far with that thought, I noticed that her tail was the same color too, but her fur was a cyan blue, which for some reason went well with her tail and mane, as I saw the color of her eyes, 'Wow so her eyes are also my favorite color, this is so freakin' weird,' her eyes were a deep red-magenta, she was wearing a dark grey half-cut tank top that had a storm cloud with a rainbow lightning bolt symbol on it, with it she was also wearing black runners pants, she also seemed to have a pair of wings, almost like the shy one, if she were on solid ground I'd say that she stands at an average height of 5'5, her bust was probably around a B through C-cup.

After her we have a, well, I can't find any other words other than a stereotypical cowgirl, complete with the hat and everything, except for the fact that she's an anthro pony, and that her fur is a sort of orange cream color, and she also has a blonde mane along with the tail, and it seemed that both her mane and tail were done in some kind of ponytail, her eyes are an apple green, she's almost taller than me at a height of 5'8.5, her bust is between a DD and a D-cup.

Moving along I saw that this one had a horn similar to the purple pony, except hers' is white as well as her fur, wait not exactly white, but more of an extremely light grey, kind of like the color of a diamond, and her mane was a bluish purple, as well as her tail, but it seemed to be done in some kind of swirly style, her eyes were a sapphire blue, and her outfit, eh, I'd say that she's a stereotypical fashion designer, minus the glasses, she stood at an average height of 5'6, and her bust was somewhere around a DD-cup.

Now the final one practically screamed royalty, and there was something about her that reminded me of someone, but for the life of me I could not remember who, there was also this constant call for respect surrounding her. Her mane almost seemed like it had a mind of its own, as well as her tail, which seemed to be flowing in some kind of non-existing wind, there were four colors that I could distinguish from her mane and tail, which for some reason seemed to sparkle, her mane was comprised of an astral sky blue as well as light green, pink and a blueish purple. Her fur was a pure white, though oddly enough it wasn't blinding, her eyes were a dark pink, and the look in her eyes would make anyone realize that she must view all of her subjects as if they were her own child. What was strange was the fact that she was the only one who seemed to have both a pair of angel-like wings and a horn bigger than the other two combined, she stood at an impressive height of 6'4, and her bust was probably and F-cup.

"It's good to see that you are awake now, my name is Princess Celestia, and I'd like to thank you for helping my little ponies with Nightmare Moon," I heard the giant one say in a surprisingly gentle voice.

"Y-Yeah, no problem, oh, and my name is Dylan Rayson, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Princess," I said trying my best to be formal, but being formal was never really my strong suit, and almost being overwhelmed by her authority didn't help one bit.

"I already know your name, my faithful student Twilight Sparkle told me how you rushed in and protected her," Huh, so the purple one's full name is Twilight Sparkle, that's one hell of a weird name, but who am I to judge, after all I am in an alternate world, wait, I was heading somewhere before all of this, where was it?

"Oh, its no trouble at all, I just heard a commotion and decided to do something about it,"

"Well I'd still like to extend my gratitude towards you for jumping in when you did, who knows what could have happened if you didn't," I still don't see what the big deal is all I did was help someone in need, "by the way you don't look like you're from around here, you must be a long ways from home." That's what I was doing!

"I just remembered I have something extremely important I need to get to!" As I said this I shot out of the recovery bed and darted my way out of the hospital, thankfully I was in here once so I was able to get out a lot faster than before.

As I was running down the path at full speed, I could still feel my concussion trying to slow me down, but I forced the feeling down, this was too important to keep on hold, as I was halfway to my destination I saw the residents of this peaceful town either looking in my direction, or where I used to be just a few seconds ago, but I either ignored most of their reactions or disregarded them as I needed to get to my car, as there was something very dear to me in there. As I took a left turn at the sign after taking a quick glimpse at it without stopping, I heard multiple voices behind me, but I paid them no mind, 'I'm almost there, just a little more.' I thought as I took notice of a light blue blur trying to tackle me to the ground, acting completely out of instinct my body propelled itself using my right leg, performing a side flip without losing any momentum, taking even me by surprise, 'Holy hell did I really do that?!' Whatever I'll figure it out later.

5 minutes later, near the Apple Orchard

"It's gotta be here somewhere," I said as I was searching around frantically for a midnight black suburban, just as I was about to lose all hope I spotted a small glimmer something shining in the corner of my eye, 'There it is!' As I was rushing over to my car, I noticed that she's seen better days, but hopefully it's still in there. As I made it over to the pitch black vehicle, I noticed that everything inside was an absolute wreck, almost like it was hit by a miniature hurricane, 'Well I'm not far off,' I thought to myself sarcastically, "Hold on," I said as I started to feel around my pockets for something, 'c'mon please don't tell me they took it,' just as I had that thought I felt a set of small metal-like objects in my left pocket, as I reached in my pocket I heard the metal jingle of my keys and with that sound I let out a breath not knowing I had held, "Thank god they didn't check my pockets." As I said this I went to unlock my car, only to see that it was already unlocked, 'oh, that's right, I was unconscious,' I deadpanned, 'hopefully it's still OK,' I thought as I began searching for the object of my desires.

As I was searching for it I noticed a small splotch of blood buried underneath a bunch of unfolded clothing, 'so this must be the culprit of my concussion,' as I had that thought I finally unburied the object, only to find out to my horror that what I dug up was the object I was looking for, which was now a broken picture frame with a big spot of blood on the top right corner of the now broken frame that once contained something precious, but was not currently being held within, 'Where is it, where is it, WHERE IS IT!?' I thought as I was searching in the area that the frame once was, after rooting around for a good minute and a half I finally stumbled across a small corner of and old photograph.

With extreme care I picked up the little corner, slowly and extremely gently did I finally obtain what I was seeking, and as I saw the picture I let out a huge sigh of relief as I noticed it was in perfect condition.

Now that I've found what I was looking for I was now sitting in the drivers seat pondering on what to do next, 'I'm in another world that I have absolutely no knowledge about, I have no home to go to, I have no idea how bad the damage to my car is, and to top it all off, I have no idea what to do now.' As I had this thought I looked back at all of my stuff, 'well at least nothing is broken, except for my frame, I'm gonna need a new one,' as I was thinking about what to do I felt a stabbing pain im my ribs where I heard them crack earlier, "Gah! Well, it looks like my adrenaline high has worn off, god damnit!" I said in a strained and exhausted manner, as I looked away from all of my stuff I decided to see if my car will still run, as I inserted the keys into the ignition, I turned it getting only the sound of my engine trying to start, after 5 seconds of it not starting I decided to try again, only to get the same result, 'come on girl, I know you can do it,' with one final turn I waited, and eventually I heard the satisfying purr of a Chevy brand engine running, "Haha, yes! Gaah! Okay shouldn't laugh with broken ribs, got it."

As I looked at all of the gauges, it was mostly what I'd expect in a best case scenario, "Engine lights are on, letting me know I need to either fix or replace some parts, the oil gauge is on, hopefully they have something that can help on this world, and, oh no." I looked over to the fuel gauge only to see that both the low fuel light was on, and the dial was on E. "Well, shit, best case scenario is I can travel to one more destination within a quarter of a mile and that's it," I whisper to myself as I decided to head back to the place I started, 'after all the running around I did with some broken ribs I'll NEED to have that looked at.' I snickered to myself as I drove back down the path I used to run all the way down here over to the hospital.

Author's Note

Thank you all so much for reading this, and don't worry, just because this was a huge chapter doesn't mean that it's the end, it just means I need to be more creative when making new chapters, also the reason I skipped over most of the original canon storyline, is because this story will focus more on what WILL change and how the canon storyline will be altered due to Dylan's arrival, now if you have any suggestions on how it will be altered, please let me know, I'm open to any suggestions that you guys have for me, also let me know if there's anything that I can improve on, please let me know. Anyways that's it from me, I hope that you all enjoyed reading this chapter.

What do I do Now?

Dylan's car, 3 minutes later, Dylan's perspective

As I was driving back to the hospital, I couldn't help but think to myself, 'Well what the hell do I do now?' It was a reasonable question, I mean I know that I'm a pretty calm individual when I need to be, but this is almost too much for me. First things first though, I need to get myself patched up, I'm starting to wish I had paid attention during biology, if I had I'd know exactly what was wrong with me. Whatever, what's done is done I guess.

"Alright, which way was it again?" I said to no one in particular as I was driving down the path that I believed to be the way towards the hospital, but sadly I don't know my way around this place, and trying to find my way around now without an escort would be impossible for me. As I was driving I decided it was pointless to go to the hospital, so being the
non-strategical individual that I am, I decided to stop on the right-hand side of the path and turned the machine off. And coming to the genius conclusion, given that I have some broken ribs and a concussion, I decided to sit and wait for someone to, hopefully, become curious and take me to the hospital, 'Damn, if I still had enough stamina I'd walk myself over there, but, I feel like I would collapse as soon as I stand up!' This was my last though as I felt my eyelids becoming heavier, and heavier, but not before I saw that same group that I was greeted to when I woke up in that hospital bed, and it looks like I'll wake up in a place I'm all too familiar with.

Same time, Unknown area, Unknown Perspective

"Thank you very much for the yarn," I had said in a very grateful, and wise manner.

"You're welcome Mr.Rayson," Said the kind young mare standing in front of me.

"Please, call me Grandpa Ken, or Ken if you'd like, I'm not one for formalities," I said with an eyes closed smile, "and beside it makes me feel old, and I may be 63 years old, but I still don't feel like it!" I said in a playful manner swinging my wooden cane in the air for emphasis, and I got the desired result from it.

"*Giggles*, well I hope to see you soon Grandpa Kenny!" Ahh, the youth these days just keep getting more and more adorable.

"And I'll see you when I need a brightening conversation!" I said with just as much vigor as the youth in front of me while teasingly rubbing the top of her mane. Doing so resulted in her giving me an adorable little pout. "Alright well I'm off I'll see you all next time I come around," I said this to the little girl's father.

"Yeah well I just hope you have safe travels old man." He said in a tone that suggested he truly meant it, but in a very subtle way.

"Oh please, I've still got a few moves left in me to get myself out of trouble, so don't you worry about me young man, just worry about your family." I said my final piece as I started to head down the path towards my home in Ponyville, 'I truly enjoy spending time with the youths of today, but I'd enjoy it more with the company of my family' I thought with a slightly downcast expression, 'well, at least I have those who are here to give me comfort' I thought about the times I have spent in this world and those who I've come to see as my own flesh and blood.

Path towards Ponyville, Kenneth Rayson, Third person

Kenneth is a tall man standing at the height of 6'2, and he's incredible strong, although he may not look like it. He's a very old man who is in his early 60s, and he loves to spend time with those he cherishes, especially a certain white maned apple family member. He has greying hair, and if you look close enough you'll be able to see some dark brown mixed with it, he also has a light grey moustache that looks like Grandpa Gohan's from the original Dragon Ball series. His eyes however, they will certainly turn your attention away from whatever you're doing, as they are a deep and magnificent Ocean blue that's filled with an unquestionable love of life in his right, and an amazing Sky blue that shows his hopefulness for the children of tomorrow in his left, those who look closely in his eyes will say that they remind them of the past, and all of the good times that they've experienced. But he also has a strange aura that fills everyone near him with a sense of being covered from all the evils of the world, and everypony wonders where it came from, and he just answers 'It's probably those that you love surrounding you in a protective hug, that no matter how far away they are they'll always be there to help you' and always with a knowing smile on his face, that could possible light up one of the darkest of rooms. He wears a pair of faded khakis along with a pair of some worn out boots, that anyone could see have taken one hell of a beating. He also has on a red and black checkered shirt that was rolled up on the sleeves. All in all, he would have been an average looking man if he were still on Earth, but here, in this world, he's the only human that he knows exists on this planet.

Kenneth's perspective

As I was traveling down the path towards Ponyville, I noticed that the air seemed, different, "What is this, it feels like, something, familiar?" I wondered to myself, as I kept walking I couldn't help but become suspicious, about what, I don't know. As I kept walking down the trail I had to cover my eyes from something reflecting the sunlight, "What the hell is that?" As I squinted my eyes I could kind of make out the shape of a, wait a minute, that can't be right, can it? As I got closer and closer the object became distinctly clear, and as it did my eyes widened with shock, "I-Is that my, my, my SON'S CAR!?"

To be continued...

Author's Note

I really hope that you all enjoyed this chapter, and I also hope that you'll take a liking to Grandpa Ken. The reason I introduced him is because he is actually a very major character to the plot, and will reveal a lot of what's going on and why. Anyways if you have any suggestions on how I should change or add a few details, please let me know in the comment section. Also if you have an OC and would like them to be a part of this story, I'm open to suggestions, and if you want them to have a major role in this story, PLEASE let me know by sending me a private message, and we'll have a discussion about your characters backstory and who they are. Any ways I really hope that you all enjoyed reading this, if you have anything nice, or mean, please know... This is still my first story :twilightblush: Also somebody told me about the mlp emojis, so please give some credit to them :pinkiehappy:

Who's Grandpa Ken?

Near Ponyville hospital, Dylan's car, Kenneth's perspective

"H-How is this even possible?!" I said as I was looking at a machine that shouldn't be in this world. "How did it get here, why is it even here, and more importantly," I said this with a realization popping up in my head, "is my son here?!" As I was wondering this somepony started to approach me.

"Oh, hey there Ken, you just missed it, there was this guy who looked just like you, except he didn't look as old." And with that I huddled into an imaginary corner with comical waterfall of tears coming down my face.

'Yep, its him alright' as I thought about it I started to wonder where he might be now.

"Yeah we all saw him too, just before a group of six carried him to the hospital, I guess he had some kind of injury." Well, that confirms it.

"Oh yeah I think I saw Applejack with them too Ken," And with that I started walking my way over there at an all too calm manner. "You goin' to see what all the ruckus is about Ken?"

"O-Oh yeah, just want to go and see what the little brat looks like, see if what you youths are sayin' is true or not." I half-lied to the young stallion, afterall I was going to see him, just not for his looks.

Ponyville hospital, 15 minutes later

Alright, time to find out if he's really here, or just an imposter, I thought with my eyes closed as I was sitting waiting for a certain blonde haired apple farmer youth to greet me.

"Huh, is that, hey it is, hows it hangin' old man?" Well not quite the youth I was looking for. "Heheh I was wondering when you'd come back after your trip gramps." I heard the athletic rainbow haired youth say.

"I told you not to call me that you little-gah! Its good to see you too, ya little brat!" I said as I snatched the little rainbow speedster and started ruffling her hair, which got me the expected result.

"H-Hey let go of me gramps!" She said as she was trying desperately to get out of my arms with a flustered look of frustration on her face.

"Heh, alright maybe next time you won't call me 'old man' huh, Dashie?" I said as I finally let her go, and she quickly rushed away from my side adjusting her mane with an adorable pout that would suggest she was a lot younger than she appeared to be.

"Yeah, whatever" I heard the athletic pony mumble to herself, although, I knew she would just do it again later without thinking. "Anyways there's this guy who looks just like you, except, you know, less wrinkly, hehe" I heard her snicker at that last part, but for once I let her have that jab.

"Funny, I actually heard a little talk about him just before I got here," I said with a fake smile on my face, but I quickly discarded it, "can you take me to him?" I said as calmly as possible, but on the inside I was extremely impatient to find this 'guy' as everyone called him.

She didn't seem to take notice of my forced smile, good, "Yeah sure, just follow me old timer!" Yep there it is.

A couple minutes later, Dylan's perspective

"Ooooowww," I groaned in pain as the nurse from earlier was tending to my broken ribs, "GAH! A-are you sure you're trying to be gentle, or are you still mad at me from earlier? GAAH, Damnit!"

My answer was in the form of what you'd expect "Hn, well it's your own fault for calling me that, maybe now you'll remember not to call me that again."

"Hey I said I was sorry, and besides it was an accide-OOWWW!" I didn't get to finish as the nurse wrapped another layer around my ribs rather roughly, thankfully she was just about finished. Thankfully my concussion was long gone, so there's that at least.

"That still doesn't excuse you for calling me what you did, just don't let it happen again young man." She said with an exhausted temper slowly fading away, much to my relief.

"Okay, and sorry again for calling you a, well, you know," I said while rubbing the back part of my spiky hair. "By the way thanks for patching me up miss Redheart, also, this might seem like a weird question, but how old are you, I mean, you just look pretty young to be a nurse."

"Huh, oh well, actually I'm 23, and why do you think I look young?" She said with a slight head tilt, indicating her confusion.

"Wha- you're really 23 years old! Wow from where I'm from, with the way you look, people would say you were about 16." I said still trying to comprehend the 'old' nurse's age.

She was also trying to comprehend what I was saying, "Well if that's the case, how old are you, you don't look the much older than me."

"O-oh, yeah, I'm actually 17 years old, not quite old enough to be considered an adult, but I'm almost there, believe it!" I said trying to defend my age, believing I would get berated for it. Although that didn't come, but her reaction wasn't one I was expecting.

For some reason she was smiling in a weird comforting kind of fashion, but what I felt was disbelief from that fake 'sweet' smile. "Yeah, of course you are," Holy shit, that was the most sarcastic tone I've ever heard, "now tell me what's your real age."

"Ok hold up, what, do you not believe me?! How dare you, you don't just ask for someone's name and suddenly disregard it!" I comically screamed at her, while angrily flailing my arms around.

"Well at least yer' alright, ah think," I heard a farmgirl's accent come from the door frame, as I turned my head to where the voice came from, and when I saw her I noticed she was that tan looking pony from earlier when I last woke up, "howdy there sugarcube, the name's Applejack, mah' friends call me AJ!" She said while slightly tipping her hat upwards. "By the way ya' wouldn't happen to' know ol' Grandpa Ken by any chance would ya'?" She said while looking directly at me for an answer.

At least I can say that question isn't the weirdest part of my day, "Uhh, I can't say that I do, or ever heard of him, what about you miss Redheart have you ever heard of that guy?"

She looked at me with an embarrassed look on her face, "Actually I only just moved here 3 weeks ago, so I only know a few of the locals, sorry." The nurse said while rubbing the back of her head in embarrassment.

Now it was the farmgirl's turn to answer, "Oh well that's a surprise, you almost look exactly alike', almost if you were relatives er' somethin'." Ok, now THAT caught my attention.

"What do you mean by that? Who is Grandpa Ken, I know I've never heard of him before, because I only just got here, and now you're saying that we might be related?" I asked her with my curiosity continuously growing.

"Now calm down, don't want ya' to' blow yer' top off, anyways I'm only sayin' I never said that you two 'were' related." She said in a calming manner.

"That actually might be closer to the truth than you think, Little Jackie." That, that voice. That all too familiar voice, this voice had the tone of someone who had been through a lot, the tone of someone who saw everyone as his own, the tone of... a father, but, that can't be, I thought he disappeared, at least, ever since I was 15.

"Huh? Well yer' back earlier than expected," "do you know this guy' Grandpa Ken?"...

"More than you'll ever know Little Jackie, now nurse, would you mind if we had a little privacy?"...

"U-uh, yeah, sure" Soon both of the pony women left, and this 'Ken' closed the door to ensure our privacy.

"..." I, I couldn't say anything, I was just sitting there with an unreadable expression on my face, and in my eyes.

"Heheh, it sure has been a while hasn't it! I hope you kept the car in one piece, hahaha!" He said with a painfully cheery expression on his face. Now that I noticed it, he was older than the last time I saw him, not older as in a few years.

"..." How, long, has it been in this world for him? My expression still hadn't changed except my hair had shielded my eyes from view.

"Anyways I'm sure you're surprised to see me, huh squirt!" His expression was filled with an ear splitting grin that could brighten anyone's day, but I knew him better than that.

"..." His eyes, only those who knew him well enough would know, that to figure out what he was feeling, you have to look deep into his eyes to know what he really felt. And to me, his eyes were an open book.

"I just can't believe that you found a way to this world, well you ARE a Rayson, so I guess I should have known you'd find yourself in some kind of mess!" My shoulders started to tremble, my face still unreadable. "I guess us Raysons are just prone to find ourselves in unpredictable situations, isn't that right, Dylan?"

My body had finally chosen to react, I had shot forward as fast as I could, locking my arms as tight as they could be, around my,"Dad," my voice trembling, "you have no idea, how much I've missed you," my face had finally taken the expression of someone who had lost their parent long ago, and was only just reuniting with them, and for the first time in years, I couldn't control the tears trailing down my face.

My, dad, had accepted the bone crushing hug with immediate acceptance, and his voice had changed just as quickly as he returned the father-son hug, "And you have no idea how long I've wished for us to be reunited, my son." the tone had changed to almost match mine. But for the first time since I've known him, he cried for real.

And for the first time since I've lost my dad, as I was openly crying tears of pure joy, I had a true smile on my face.

To be continued...

Author's Note

How was that? I really hope it doesn't feel rushed, but I'm still getting used to this whole writing my own story, so if any of you think I should make some changes please let me know, also if I should add anything or remove even fix something you think would make this a better story, I'd be more than grateful. Anyways if you don't have any suggestions please let me know what you think, if you liked it :heart: and if you don't like it :pinkiesad2: anyways, any feedback is extremely appreciated. Also if you have any OC's you would like me to add just look at the previous author's notes for more information on that. Anyways I really hope that you enjoyed this chapter, the story will be on the original mlp plot line soon. I hope you enjoy reading this story my dudes :pinkiehappy:

I guess I'll just hang out with you guys

Dylan's pov

"Oh man! I-I just can't believe you're here, and, well, you're just HERE, I thought you were gone for good Dad!" I say as I let go of my long-lost father, feeling nothing but pure joy, confusion, and a bit of angst that this might just be another dream about my father, "I mean, are you really here? Or am I just dreaming again?"

"Hehe, yes, yes I'm very much real, and very much alive my son, you of all people should know that it would take way more than another dimension to get rid of your old man!" My dad said to me with his hands resting with a frim yet gentle grip on my shoulders, letting me know, he wasn't going to leave me alone, not anymore.

But since this IS my dad,"Yeah well, you look like you could be my great grandpa! Hahaha!" I said with the brightest smile I've ever had in years on my face, like an old muscle that hasn't been used in ages, and you know something, it feels, amazing.

After I said this my dad went into an imaginary corner with a comical stormcloud above his head, and I could hear him mumbling something about 'troublesome youngsters' and 'no respect for their elders'. I swear, somethings just never change.

After our comedic routine I hear some chattering just outside the door, making me believe someone is eavesdropping on us.I wasn't proven wrong when my dad suddenly called whoever was behind the door out.

Kenneth's pov

"Alright, whoever is out there you can come out now, you weren't exactly being sneaky in the first place." I said slightly startling my son.

After I said that, a whole plethora of rainbow colored youngsters came burtsing through the narrow single doorway, causing all of them to collapse on each other. Some of them I was able to recognize such as that little Dashie kid who always calls me old, and my 'grand'daughter Jackie, both of them are very sweet little children that I cherish like they're my own grandkids. There are others that I've met but that's for another time.

"Jackie, what do you think you're doing?" I say while sighing in an already knowing tone. And the answer was expected

"Ugh, well first, it'd be mighty kind if you'd tell us how you two know each other." My 'grand'daughter said while trying to get out of the 'mare'pile while also looking at me with a curious and pleading kind of look as were the rest of the youngsters stuck in the pile.

"Yeah! And tell us the truth you old geezer!" I looked over and saw that it was, of course, little Dashie trying to command me to tell them with that slightly arrogant and frown on her face, and let me tell you, it doesn't work well when you're stuck beneath multiple mares.

"Also I noticed that you two kept calling each other 'dad' and 'son' like how he kept calling you 'dad' and how you kept calling him 'son' and you both kept goi-" I heard the bright pink one say with a tone too fast for my aging ears, thankfully little Dashie dicided to intervene.

"Yeah Pinkie we get it, that too gramps, why DID you call him your son? We've never seen him around here before now." She said with a suspicious look towards my son, laced with a bit of distrust.

No reason to lie to them, I guess,"Well, that's because he IS my son"

Thrid person

"...EEEEEEEHHHH?!"

Kenneth's pov

"Oooww, you could have at least lowered your voices a little, I mean isn't this supposed to be a place to treat illness?" I say trying my best to lighten the situation at hand, sadly it was for naught.

"Well aren't you supposed to tell us the truth?!" Yelled a particularly miffed Dashie.

"Well it's not my fault tha-"

"HOLD ON!!"

Dylan's pov

Now everybody's attention was on me, but at this moment I could give less of a shit, now that my initial shock of a 'multitude of colored mares comically barging through a single door' shock has faded,"Dad! What the hell is going on?! I mean who are these people?! Where are we right now?! And how long have you been here?!" I say with a furious, with an underlying tone of worry and concern mixed in.

My father showed me his calloused hands that showed more experience to me than I ever could have understood with regular words, and his eyes, when the hell did he experience so many battles? "My son," he says as he puts one of his hands gently on my left shoulder,"it has truly been a long time since I have last laid my eyes on you.""It has been 26 years since I've last seen you."

My eyes slowly widen with shock and confusion 'no, it couldn't have been that long, it shouldn't have been that long!'"But, it's only been 3 years since I'VE last seen you dad." this time his eyes widen with surprise.

"Okay, not that this isn't interesting but I'd like to know who exactly are you," I heard from the side where the 'mares' were as I slowly looked over, my eyes instantly locked on to who said that, it was that same purple mare who brought me here,"I mean so far all I know is that you two have some type of connection, but I have no clue who either of you are!" I was about to answer here but my dad beat me to it.

"For starters young lass, I need to start from the beginning..."

Timeskip 30 minutes later...

"And that's how I ended up here, with all of you," my dad said finishing up how he got here, which is extremely similar to how I ended up here,"so now that you ALL know the truth, I'm curious as to what my son will be doing from here on." my dad said as he looked towards me along with everyone else in the room, but as he said that another presence made itself aware.

"As am I, I'd truly like to hear about what his decision will be old friend." I heard a voice with an aura that demanded respect, but also laced with a great sense of protectiveness that could almost match my father when he's semi-serious.

"Well I'd first like to say that I ended up here in a very similar way that my dad did,"I say with an almost disbelieving tone, I still can't believe that my dad was stuck here for so long,"but aside from that, I don't see any kind of reason to leave, or rather I have no means of leaving," I say with a comical sweatdrop,"hehe"I make my decision with the trademark Rayson grin,"I guess I'll just hang out with you guys!"

Author's Note

I truly hope that you guys don't hate me too much, but lately I've been repeatedly put down, and discouraged by many people who don't like this beautiful community that I've joined, and lately it truly feels like I'm an outcast and none of my family ot friends want to support me, but you guys, every one of you have given me the strength to continue making this story. Everytime I'm put down. I'm constantly reminded that each of you are also apart of this community, and I love every single one of you like a family. Otherwise I wouldn't have been able to create this chapter, I just hope all of your support will help me find the strength to continue this story that many of you seem to enjoy, and I truly hope that none of you are getting the kind of treatment I'm getting and wish for all of you to treat others with nothing but your best. All I'm asking is don't bring others down, please I implore you, help others feel like they are apart of our community, please treat them like they are family.

I Need a Job

Dylan's POV

'Well, I can't say that this place is bad.' I thought to myself while lazing about on a bench somewhere around Ponyville.
-sigh-, "I still have no idea what my dad was trying to say," I said to myself, after I had decided to hang around here, my father told me that it was up to me to take care of them, in which my reply was how in the hell am I supposed to look after people who can fly faster than sound, and can probably bench press around 12 of me with their legs, and can levitate me to god knows where.

"Wow, sure looks like your keeping busy," I heard someone say in a sarcastic tone, who was also the reason the sun was blocked from my view, I opened one eye to look at the offender of my relaxation time on some random bench, 'she' did not look too happy at me, "you said you wanted to know us better, well it sure looks like your trying your hardest." Said offender told me with a scowl on her purple everything face.

And of course in a maximum effort retaliation I lazily waved her off, "Yeah, yeah, I know I'm not doing much of anything, but there just isn't anything for me to do, if anything I'd just be in the way, even you with your library." I told her while yawning due to complete and absolute boredom.

She looked at me with exasperation on her face, with a sigh, "You shouldn't write yourself off so easily I'm sure that Appljack would be more than willing to let you help on her apple farm." She told me trying to get me hyped up no doubt.

"Already tried that, turns out, me trying to carry just one of those full baskets will probably break me," I said shivering from the thought.

"Well what about Fluttershy? I'm sure she'd love the help with her animals." She said still trying to encourage me off my sacred resting bench.

"Yeah, I may like animals, but Fluttershy took it too far when she tried introducing me to a bear." I told her in a matter-of-fact way.

"W-well, what about PinkiePie? I'm sure that you could help her around with something in the kitchen?" She said more trying to convince herself that it was a good idea.

"Ok, that would have been a good idea if you sounded more sure of yourself, and I don't think I would be able to survive her personality." I said looking up at her, examining how she would attempt to make another rebuttal towards my authentic laziness.

"Uh, well, why not Rarity? Maybe she'd like to use you as a model for her fashion designs." She sounded desperate now, probably starting to realize the fact that I was NOT getting off my lazy ass.

"You know that is a good idea," I said making her face light up with renewed hope.

"Really?" She said a little too excited over the fact that she might have won this debate.

"If it weren't for the fact that she already used me as a model, my legs are still sore from standing." I said instantly obliterating her Hope's, almost made me feel bad, almost.

"Oohhh" she groaned in disappointment at her personal failure, "well why not help me around my library?" She said as if she had discovered something new.

"Sorry but I'm not really into research," I told her while looking away bashfuly and in way that said otherwise, "well, not the stuff that you research, but I am into engineering," I said my cheeks gaining a hue of embarrassment red, not because I didn't want to work with her but because of, other, reasons.

She looked at me with confusion on her adora-Gauh I mean, purple, yeah, purple and nothing else, on her face, "In that case I should have been the obvious choice, even if your not researching the same area as me, you can still help out with arranging everything." She said looking at me with her curiosity at its peak, which means, not good for me.

My cheeks started to burn, I didn't know how to say that I'm too nervous around girls, especially when they are bombshells like these girls, not that I would admit that to anyone, in fact, forget you heard me say that, "Guh, well, it's just that, well, you see," I said in an attempt to diffuse my burning face, but no such luck, never have been a lucky kid.

Almost as if the luck god heard my call of distress, "Hey are you alright, your face is burning up." She said in a concerned tone leaning down to feel my head.

Screw this, I'm sorry oh sacred bench I'll miss you, "Ahh, Haha, I just remembered, I have to go and help, uhh, Rainbowdash, yeah I have to help her with, guh, setting up, an, obstacle course! Yeah I promised to help her with her, deh, agility, yeah, so see yah around Twilight!" I said bolting away as fast as my human legs could take me in an unknown direction.

After a bit of turning and getting even more lost than I was before, I decided to take a break so I did, by collapsing against a nearby building, gaining a few stars by a few 'ponies' passing by, but after 'living' here for a bit some have gotten used to seeing a human around.

"Hey there,"

"GAAAAH!" I jumped in shock and practically broke my neck turning to look at the 'pony' who had the balls.

"Haahaha," I looked over and was immediately sent into another blushing attack, it was another one of the bombshells, this one in particular was attractive in her own right, being the most athletic out of the bunch, "oh man, that was too good," the rainbow haired pegasus said while wiping away tears of unadulterated joy at my expense, "anyways I saw what happened back there, and heard." She said with her iconic smirk.

What she said instantly set me into panic mode, "Uhh, just how much did you hear?" I asked in a worried tone.

She looked at me with a teasing grin, "Oh, I'm not sure what your talking about," she said feigning innocence, "oh, did you mean the part where you lied about doing everything you just said, or the fact that your too embarrassed to say your nervous about working with us?" She had the most all knowing grin I've ever seen.

I just felt like my face suddenly exploded into little nuclear red bombs all over my face and ears, "U-uh, I-I, guuh," my shoulders faltered into a slumped over position, as an imaginary dread cloud appeared above my head, "y-yeah, I know I shouldn't lie to my friends like that, but, I just can't I'm too embarrassed to say it straight!" I told her in a sputtery mess, I groaned in disappointment at myself, slapping my face, " I just can't tell her the reason I'm not working is that-." I cut myself short, not wanting her to know the real reason.

She sighed in exasperation, "Well, I'll tell you one thing." She said looking at me with a sympathetic smile with an edge of cockiness.

"And what would that be?" I said trying to tone down the blood in my face.

She roughly poked my chest, "You, my friend, need a job." She finished with that trademark smirk of hers.

At this I couldn't help but smile, "Hehe, I guess I really DO need a job."

Author's Note

Guess who's back!?😆 And with renewed confidence, and thanks again for all of your support back when I needed it the most, to be honest the reason I haven't been uploading in so long is the fact that my spark suddenly went out, my family just didn't approve, but thanks to a close friend who's apart of this beautiful community, he recently got a place of his own and he saw how bad my depression started to get, I will never be able to repay him for bringing me with him, he saw what I was making and he told me that I shouldn't give up on what I love, and what I love is making all of you happy, and thanks to my friend I'm back in business and I'm ready to start a new, no more worrying about what my family thinks, I love them but I just don't understand how they could reject such a welcoming and respectful community, but one thing I learned from them and my friend is that you shouldn't stop doing what you love just because some people don't approve, all that matters is that you love it, and if you have people who support and love it all the same, then all the more reason you shouldn't stop. I'll stop wasting your time now, but I'm back in business, and I'm here to stay, so have a day filled with awesome sauce :pinkiehappy:

Undefined Powers?

Dylan's POV

After working on the course for a few more hours RD decided to call it quits for today, yeah, as if she did something, jeez, anyways after a couple more hours of working I decided to call it quits too, "After this I should see if I can implement a way for 'magic' to be used as either a replacement or a substitute for my engine's fuel intake, of course I'd first need to calibrate the radiator and switch out the battery so tha-"

"Well looks like somebody's hard at work," a familiar, gravelly voice exclaimed, bringing me out of my muttering, "hey son, how are things?" My dad asked casually as he walked right passed me towards my project.

"Uuh, good? HEY wait!" I exclaimed while grabbing his shoulder, making him face me, "What the heck are you doing here dad!?" I asked him a bit bewildered as to why exactly he was here, ever since the hospital, I haven't seen my dad at all, not even rumors as to where he was, so naturally I'm a little pissed that he didn't show up sooner after that.

"Oh, I'm just here to enjoy the scenery," he said as if he hadn't suddenly disappeared into thin air, "that and I noticed you've taken a liking to our little pack of skittles." He looked back over at me with a smirk on his face.

"Skittles? What are yo-" I took a moment to think about it, and it most certainly clicked, my face started to gradually light up like a Christmas tree, "W-w-what! N-no, you've got the wrong idea about me, I-I mean, s-sure she's pretty cool, and e-even if I did l-like her, t-there's no way she'd go for a guy like me!" I managed to sputter out that whole mess of words, while trying to think about something else entirely, and unfortunately, failing miserably.

"Haha, yeah, alright, I believe you," he doesn't, "alright I'll drop it, for now," that little, "actually, I came here for a different reason entirely." He looked at me seriously for the first time since he showed up.

That tone made me instantly calm down, "Alright, well, what did you want to talk about?" I asked unsure of myself at the situation, 'Ever since he's arrived, I don't think he's ever been THIS serious,' he pointed out a bench a little ways away, in a silent agreement we decided to sit for this.

After having sat down, I noticed my dad seemed a little downtrodden, as if what he was going to say would possibly change everything, "By now your probably wondering where I went after the hospital," he didn't turn to me but I silently shook my head in agreement, "I wish I could tell you, but you aren't ready for that."

"No, it's fine, whatever reason you have for not telling me, must be important, so I'll wait until you're ready to tell me." I told to reassure him.

He simply smiled warmly at my statement, "I see you haven't changed at all, that's good," he finished his statement with a tone of relief, "anyway, the reason I brought you out here, is that it has to do with your powers, or I should say, the powers being defined in your being." When he finished I was left with a sense of curiosity, what did he mean by 'powers', I have so many questions, but I'll just have to wait and find out.

"By now your probably thinking, 'what do you mean by powers?' Well what I mean, is that when you entered this world, its 'magic' was already inside of you, however, just because it's inside of you doesn't mean that you can just make it do what you want." "Magic, in a sense, is sentient, it won't just bend to your will, now in most cases on this world, magic is simple, unicorns are the ones who can best manipulate it, pegasus can use it to walk on clouds, and the earth ponies use it for enhanced strength, now the alicorns, or as you know them the princesses, are essentially a combination of all three." "But in our case, as humans, magic doesn't simply allow for supernatural powers, the way it works for us is that magic is lost to you unless you have a certain set of powers in mind." He explained the innerworkings of how magic in this world, but that last part confused me a bit.

"What exactly do you mean by, 'set of powers'?" I asked wanting to know how to access something that seemed impossible for humans.

"Well to put it simply," he stated as be scratched the back of his head in thought, then he abruptly stood up, "you have to FEEL IT!" My goofy-ass dad stated with his arms stretched out trying to make it more dramatic.

I deadpanned at his antics, and slumped my shoulders at the lack of understanding.

"Sorry, but it isn't exactly something I can explain, you'll just have to find the answer on your own," he apologized for his own lack of understanding, he then put his hands on my shoulders, "but one thing I do know is that you'll find it, and son," he looked at me with a fatherly grin with his eyes closed, "I'm proud of the man you've become."

I looked at him in wonder and awe, after a few moment I couldn't help the smile forming on my face, "Thanks, dad," I said to him giving him a back-breaking hug, but then something crossed my mind, "wait if that's the case then what kind of powers do you have?" I said with a furrowed brow.

He grinned at me before turning his back and beginning to leave, and with a wave of his hand, "Well, I have to keep some of my surprises, you'll find out in due time." As he finished his statement I couldn't help but smile at his antics as I watched him leave.

"That weird old man," I said to myself chuckling slightly at his demeanor on the whole situation, before turning around and heading to where I was staying at for the time being.

Kenneth POV

'I'm sorry that I can't tell you everything' I thought in sadness before taking a last glance over at my son, smiling with pride, 'at least I know he won't have trouble making friends' I mulled over it for a bit before turning back walking my own path, chuckling at another thought, 'He just needs to learn how to deal with his social skills, and what it means when a certain some'pony' was looking his way.'

Dylan's POV

As I was walking away I began to think back on what my dad said to me, 'He said that it's inside of me, and that I need to know what the powers are in mind', I began to scratch my hair in irritation and confusion, "-groan-, I have a feeling that trying to figure this out will be easier said than done."
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As I was getting closer to the place I was staying I began to think about my car again, 'Ok, so if I can somehow install a filter that can siphon the magic in the air it should theoretically allow for me to have an easy access to a new fuel source but the problem would be figuring out how big the intake would have to be-" as I was muttering to myself I walked into Twilight's library, and went to turn on the lights.

"SURPRISE!"

"GAAAH!" I had seen my life flash before my eyes, "WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP DOING THAT!?" After my totally manly way of handling the situation, I noticed that practically everyone from the town was here, and as I looked around I noticed party decorations everywhere, and a hung up set of words that said 'Welcome to Ponyville New Guy!' I deadpanned at that and immediately thought of a pink colored she-demon.

As I was walking around every'pony' was welcoming me properly, and as I walked in further I noticed a small group of people, who were staring me down, it was the one with the cowboy hat that came up to me first, and she didn't look too happy.

"You mister, have some explainin' to do," she poked my chest roughly, and it hurt considering the fact that she can lift over 10 times my own weight, "an' I'm pretty sure that they agree too." She pointed back towards the group, and the moment I looked at where she was pointing, I was pretty much petrified.

Standing there was the whole other 5 of the 'mane six' Fluttershy looking like she was going to cry, Twilight with a burning rage, Rarity with a disappointed expression, PinkiePie just, being PinkiePie, and Rainbow Dash whistling off to the side, as if she had nothing to do with this.

"Ah, hehe, well, I guess I owe you all an explanation, don't I?" I said in a shaky and nervous voice laced with fear, as a cold sweat rolled down my head, 'today is just not my day.'

Author's Note

There we are, another chapter finished, I'm sorry they aren't any longer than this, but that's why I'm hoping you guys can help me add anything, or change something that you think would fit better into the story, also, can you guess what Kenneth's power is going to be? In later chapters I'm going to be hinting at it, but until the moment arrives, keeping having a fantastic day :twilightsmile:

How it All Started

Kenneth's POV

I witnessed my son get chewed out by his friends for deceiving them, and to be honest, it was absolutely, the single most hilarious thing I've ever seen, while they were berating him his face was as red as Celestia's former pupil's hair, oh and I WAS at the party, but MY power allows me to do these kinds of things without others noticing, it isn't anything like stealth, or invisibility.

My son, just looking at him, with nervousness at directly talking to girls, he's hardly changed, and his age, to him it's only been a few years, but for me it's been decades since I last saw him...
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23 years earlier, Area:Earth, Michigan...

Hi, my name's Kenneth Rayson, I'm in my 40s, I have brown hair that was a little unruly, at the moment I'm wearing black jeans and a form-fitting under armor red shirt with a dark brown jacket over it, I was wearing a pair of Levi's that I had gotten for a bargain, nothing too special.

I was having a pretty bad day, first I'm told that I can't get the loan for the house, the next thing I'm told is I might not be able to support my son by the end of the month, 'This day just keeps getting more and more hectic,' I thought to myself all of the times my son has had to endure, 'losing a mom, having to live with your deadbeat dad,' I kept blaming myself for what happened to his mother, sure it there may have been no feelings toward each other, but she didn't deserve to die.

She was a good mother too, we never got married, but the only thing that kept us in contact with each other was Dylan, he was a great kid, a little nervous, but he has a good heart, hell his dream was to be remembered as someone who made a difference.

As I was walking back to my car, it was an old 1969 Camaro, it wasn't much but I managed to acquire this little piece by working on it from scratch for an old friend. As I got in I put my seatbelts on almost automatically, as I was about to start the car I paused, thinking about my son and how I was going to get out of this fine little mess, I somberly placed my head on my hands in deep thought, 'What the hell kind of a mess have you gotten into now ol' Kenny?' I tried thinking of practically a million different scenarios that would get is out of these troubling times when none of them seemed to work.

"C'mon, Kenny! You have to think of something, if not for you, then at least for your son!" I commanded myself, still coming up empty handed, when suddenly I heard a low whistling sound.

My brow furrowed in confusion, as I looked up from my inner world, I looked around but found no trace of the thing making that noise, I shrugged my shoulders going to start the car, when suddenly, *RUMBLE* the car started shaking like crazy, I looked around the outside, this time looking in my rearview mirror and to my complete shock, I saw a multicolored tornado, I rubbed my eyes quickly before turning my whole body around to further my shock that I wasn't seeing things, it was a goddamned rainbow cyclone.

I quickly zipped myself back to reality and my face turned into seriousness at the situation, I quickly jammed the keys into the ignition, and revved the hell out of it, hearing the roar of the ol' girl, I immediately burned rubber, in reality it only took a few moments for the car to jolt forward, but for me it felt like terrifying minutes were crawling by as I knew the implications of getting sucked into any kind of vortex would not bode well for me.

I didn't have time to look back at the strange phenomenon, as I was more focused on getting the hell out of there, as I was zipping by each stop sign, each traffic light, everything faded to nothing as my survival instincts kicked in, making my hand go onto the handle, forcing it into the next gear, and all I heard was the sound of my heartbeat as it pounded against my eardrums at a million miles a second.

After what felt like an eternity of driving, I finally decided to look back apprehensive on whether it was still there, only to let go of a breath I didn't recall holding in, as I was looking around to figure out which road I was on, I froze in shock after hearing that same whistle-like sound, only this time it came much faster, and with a vengeance, I looked behind the seat to look out the rear window, only to find it not there. I cursed myself pressing the gas pedal again only to find I didn't have any grip, I looked out the window to find that my car had been picked up by the unusual vortex.

"Damnit! C'mon!" I stand trying so desperately to get the car out of the unnatural disaster's iron grip, if I was thinking straight I would have realized that nothing would work, but my mind wasn't thinking at all, and before I knew it the spiral had swallowed the entire car whole, I couldn't see anything but a colorful chaos, and the more I looked at it the more my mind started becoming disoriented and everything started to slowly fade away into nothing.

'No, this, can't be the end, I still have to watch my little boy, succeed, me,' these were my last thoughts as I had fallen into a state of unconsciousness, not knowing what would happen to me, or where I was being taken.
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Third person POV, Area:Sweet Apple Acres

We find ourselves in the luscious and bountiful fields full of apple trees as far as the eye can see, and in the middle of it was a young woman, or should I say, a young 'mare' is in the middle of collecting the harvest from this year's apple trees.

Many young stallions would say she was a real 'catch' but to those that know her, well, their opinions may differ, her worn out Jean's indicated she had been working the fields for a while now, and the sweat the glistened off her forehead showed that she wasn't going to stop anytime soon, and her checkered shirt that had the sleeves rolled up showing off her muscles that many would be envious of, her white, braided mane flapped in the wind along with her braided white tail, to many stallions eyes she was very beautiful, but to her family she was a bit of an overachiever.

This young mare's name was, Apple Smith, or to the younger generation, she was known as Granny Smith, much to her annoyance, she would tell them that she was still in her 40s, but to no avail.

Now she wasn't married but she did have two little ones, starting from the oldest was Big Macintosh, the youngest was Apple Jack, now looking after these two was a little stressing at times, she couldn't help but smile everytime she thought of them, even though they were young, they were some of the most honest children that came.

As she was thinking about them, a flurry of strong winds stopped her in her tracks, and caused her to look back at the source, and to her shock it was a small tornado, it wasn't much, but it appeared out of nowhere, and there was something strange, about it, it wasn't the first of it's kind but rainbow tornadoes don't appear that often, as she was pondering this slowly a silhouette was making itself known, almost taking the shape of a cut in half wagon.

Kenneth's POV

I thought that I was dead, only to feel my head pounding, as if there was something trying to crack my head open like an egg, I started to come to, but it was all blurry, 'Ugh, I can't think straight, I need some air,' I thought trying my hardest not to lose consciousness again, putting hy hand on my forehead in an effort to stem my focus away from the pain, I fumbled around for the lock but that was rather difficult when your head is calling it quits.

After a few agonizing moments I managed to open the cursed door, and after a couple seconds I threw myself out of the car, it wasn't the best idea, but I can't exactly think when your head feels like a drum being beaten on.

I managed to turn my head slightly to see if there was anyone nearby, only to the a blurred out figure a distance away that looked to be heading closer at a very slow pace, I tried speaking but my throat felt extremely dry for whatever reason, the blurred out figure must have seen my distress as it appeared to be heading my way at an increased pace.

I felt my body being turned over to face upwards, as I opened my eyes my vision started to come back to me, only for exertion to catch up with me, and the last thing I saw were the most breathtaking pair of eyes that reminded me of the beautiful dusk of a sunset, and before I passed out I could have sworn that I felt a tingling sensation in the back of my mind and heart, but I just chalked it up to it having to do with my possible concussion.

Third person POV

As Kenneth went under, little did he know that the same figure he saw, had felt the same thing as he did, but she only thought that it had something to do with this "pony" looking different.

Little did either of them know that this chance encounter would affect their entire lives.
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Kenneth's POV, 3 hours later...

I felt my mind coming out of that faded darkness, after what felt like moments of nothing but blackness, I started to open my eyes, and after a few more moments my other senses started kicking in, as I took in a breath of fresh air, I noticed that it smelled better than regular old air, in fact it almost smelled like, "Applepie?" I muttered to myself, only to find out my throat was extremely dried out.

As I slowly sat up, my head instantly went lightheaded, I calmed myself down taking in deep breaths, as I came to I looked around and coming to a conclusion, "I have no clue where the hell I'm at," I mumbled to myself in a shaky voice, taking in my surroundings and everything seemed old western barn themed, as I sat up I continued to look around when I spotted a glass of water next on the nightstand next to the bed, I silently thanked whoever left this for me and graciously chugged that drink in less than a few seconds.

"Puaah," I made a sound that could only indicate relief, "well, where ever 'here' is, I sure am glad that whoever found me has the kindness to give me water," I told myself my voice not as shaky as before, but still getting used to the newly introduced hydration, "geez, it feels like I haven't had a drink in over a day." I stated rubbing my soar throat.

As I was getting up off the bed I looked down at myself, after I had gotten out of my car, it's safe to say I had gotten my clothes a tad bit more than just a little dirty, 'I need a shower, and some new clothes.' I thought about my situation for a few moments before getting out of the oddly comfortable bed, as I was about to get on my feet I took a deep breath, *Grumble~* "urg," my stomach had decided that it had been neglected enough and decided it wanted some lovings, "a-are you serious right now?" I asked my stomach as if it were a person, *Grumble~* as if to answer my question.

I had begrudgingly decided to follow my stomach's advice and started to get out of the bed, only to hear the sound of steps coming towards the door.

As the door opened it revealed a small child-sized little girl that looked a little nervous but looked like she was on a mission, in a word, she was adorable, but the thing that caught me off guard were her other features, she had these pony-like ears on her head, and a small muzzle instead of a nose, and she didn't appear to have normal skin, but rather an orange overcoat, and she didn't have normal feet or legs, but rather she had the hind legs of a pony, but other than that she just looked like an ordinary child.

"Uhm, hi, m-my name's Apple Jack." the young pony-girl stated her voice tiny, and she was shaking slightly, it looked like she was mustering up all of her courage just to stand there, she was so cute.

"Hi there, my name's Kenneth Rayson, but if you want you can call me Ken," I told her in my natural fatherly voice, it took years to master that, I then noticed she was still a little nervous, I then looked at her with all the fatherly experience that I had, "hey, there's no need to be so afraid, I promise that I'm not here to cause any harm." I said in the warmest tone I had, and at the last part I patted her blonde mane, to which her reply was a red face.

"H-hey! Ain't no pony says I'm scared!" She was just too precious, at my statement she tries swatting my hand away, her previous nervousness forgotten, only to be replaced by stubbornness.

"Hehe, sorry, sorry, I didn't mean it, little 'Jackie'." I stated in a way that I used against my son when I teased him, and it seemed to work against this little one too.

"Grr, mah' name's not Jackie, its Apple Jack!" She stated with her pout that only pronounced her cuteness.

"Hey Apple Jack!" I heard a voice from downstairs, "git' down here an' help me with this pie!" The same voice stated, this one clearly older than the one in front of me.

"Comin' Granny!" She stated back at the voice before hurriedly rushing out the room and heading downstairs, and I decided that now was as good a time as any to introduce myself to the person that made sure I didn't wake up with my face in the grass.

As I headed downstairs the amazing smell of apple pie only grew stronger, after a few moments of climbing downstairs, I noticed that there were two more 'pony' people helping out, there was a slightly taller red one with an orange mane and tail, and he appeared to have the same characteristics as the one I had met earlier, and the eldest one seemed familiar, but not by much as I could only see her from the back, but she too had the same physical features as the other two, except she had a green overcoat and a white braided mane and tail, but other than the different physical traits, they all just seemed like an ordinary family.

Family, my eyes widened at the thought, 'My son!' My hunger forgotten, I quickly scanned the room for an exit, and when I found what I assumed to be the front door I rushed out as fast as I could, and when I was outside I noticed that nothing seemed familiar in the slightest.

I shook my head out of my thoughts, sprinting forward with everything I had, trying desperately to find my car, 'If I can use the GPS to track where I am, I can get back to my son!" As I was rushing forward no clear direction in mind, I had briefly heard a voice shouting for me to wait, but I had paid it not mind, I was more focused on getting home.
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I looked to the left, nothing.
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I looked to my right, nothing.
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After what felt like hours, but in reality was only minutes, I had spotted a small glint over in the distance, not knowing for sure if it was my goal or not, I rushed straight towards it, my legs moving faster than my body would allow, muscles screaming at me to stop, but I needed to get back to my son!
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I had finally found it, as I rushed over to the car, I noticed that it was still on, "Oh, no," I said silently to myself before hurriedly going to turn it off, I silently hoped that I wasn't out for too long, when I turned the keys in the ignition off, but kept them in to see where everything was at, I looked down to see that my gas dial was on empty, I felt my body freeze, "how long was this running for?" I asked to no one in a shaky voice.

As I was dreading the fact that my car was most likely running on fumes at this point, "Wait, the GPS!" I exclaimed in a hopeful tone, hoping against hope that it still works, when I went to turn it on however, it still worked, it just couldn't identify my location, or rather, it says it's out of range, 'range of what?' I questioned myself, never having seen that on the GPS before, after coming to all these facts I had only one option left, "W-well, maybe I can call someone." I desperately told myself.

I took my phone out and went to my contacts, but the moment I tried calling someone," -I'm sorry but the number you're trying to call isn't available or does not exist, please try again later-" I tried this with almost every number on my list, only to come up with the same results, until I was left with no other option, 9,1,1, "-I'm sorry but the numbe-" I turned my phone off, not believing what was happening right now.
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I was sitting in the driver's seat with my hands together and my head down, eyes shadowed by my hair, "Where on Earth am I?" I said to myself in abject horror at the situation that I was currently in, I grit my teeth together, trying to come up with some sort of plan, 'C'mon Kenny, you've got to come up with something, anything!' I kept coming up on dead ends, nothing in my analytical mind working out, deciding that sitting in my car wasn't going to help my situation, I closed the door behind me after taking the keys out instinctively and placing them in my pocket, I had despondently slumped back on a nearby tree with my arm on my knee and my head down in thought.

I vaguely heard the sound of grass rustling but I paid it no mind, thinking about all of the possible ways I got stuck here, none of them pleasant.

"-huff- -huff-, geez you sur' can run fast," I regarded her for a moment, but immediately went back into deep thought, "it took everythin' I had jus' to keep up," she decided to sit next to me trying to catch her breath, "I didn't know there was someone who could outrun me, it's actually kinda' nice ta' know," she was still trying to make conversation with me, but the more she was talking to me the more I started to connect the dots together, "by the way, mah' name's Apple Smith." She said with a hearty smile.

"... Where, am I, exactly?" I asked tilting my head slightly in her direction.

"Oh, well yer' on mah' farm, its known as Sweet Apple Acres, why'd you need to know?" She asked back with an innocent curious expression.

My lips curled slightly, "I, need to know something else." I told her apprehensively.

"Uh, sure whaddya need ta' know?" She asked with that innocent look still on her face, oblivious to my inner dilemma.

"What, continent, am I on?"

She had a small chuckle at that, "Well your in Equestria silly, where else would ya' be?" She was chuckling at the ridiculous statement, as if it was obvious where we were.
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"H-hey, are you alright, what's the matter?!" She asks me with a very concerned expression in her voice and on her face, as she grabbed by shoulder in a comforting manner.

I turned to look back at her, but all I saw was a wavy and blurry figure, I hadn't even realized I was doing it, until I brushed my thumb across my cheek, and I felt a wet substance coming from my eyes.

I was crying my heart out, but there were no sounds to go with it instead, I looked at her with a sorrowful smile, and told her in a straightforward tone, "I'm a long way away from home, and I don't think I can get back."

Author's Note

Holy smokes, I think this is the longest chapter I've written, and I'm hoping to make the rest of my chapters as long or even longer than this, by the way, what do you think of this meeting? And how do you think the introduction of a younger Kenneth go? Let me know if you think I should change anything, or if I can improve something. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please let me know how you feel 😄

You Can't Replace What's Lost

Kenneth's POV

It had been a couple weeks since I had been thrust into this new world, it had taken the locals a while to get used to me, but the Apple family, as I had come to know them, assured them that I was of no harm whatsoever.

But I had not gotten over that fact that I had been away from my son in over two weeks, there wasn't a moment where I wasn't thinking about how my son was doing, who was taking care of him, and was he wondering where his dad was? The Apple Family had offered me a home, and I had given them my thanks, I had enjoyed the company of the youngest Apple siblings the most, both of their personalities reminded me of my son, and at times I couldn't even tell the difference.

Apple Jack, the youngest of the two had taken to calling me Grandpa Ken, much to my annoyance, it seemed she had grown on me, almost as if she were an actual granddaughter, but the older sibling Big Macintosh as I had learned, just called me Ken, he wasn't much for words, and sometimes I would give a sarcastic comment about how he was an amazing conversationalist, much to his displeasure.

Over the time I had stayed here I had managed to drag my car, with some help from Apple Smith, into their barn, which I had graciously thanked them for, in fact right now I was sitting under my car with the jack holding it up, working on the left rear axle.

"Hey there, thought ya' might like some company," I heard that southern-like accent that I had become oh so familiar with, "and I brought some drinks if yer' thirsty." I had started to become very fond of her company, even in these dark times, she made them, bearable.

"Smith, oh, Smith, my throat would be a dry as a desert without you." I told her in the teasing manner I had become famous for, as I was getting out from under the car, my hands covered in grease from the car, I had grabbed the cloth next to me to wipe my grimy hands of the filth.

I looked down at my current attire, I had on a messy red plaid shirt that the family had lent to me, but I still had my original jeans on, albeit they were now a bit worn from wear and tear, my shoes were also the same, but they too had gotten a bit faded from wear and tear.

As I got up from my sitting position, I noticed that she had a bit of sweat coming down her forehead, and her breathing seemed labored, "Hey are you doing alright?" I asked her with high concern at her state.

"O-oh I'm doin' just fine, just a little dizzy is all, nothin' ta' fret over." She told me trying not to tip over from her lightheadedness, I wasn't buying it for a second.

"Don't give me that crap, you look like your about to collapse just from a gentle breeze," I grabbed the plate holding the glasses of lemonade from her and placed it over by the car, "and I'm not cool with you passing out on me just because your too stubborn to admit that you need help." I told her in a rare stern tone that I only use when I get someone to listen.

She tried to look at me with defiance, but as soon as she tried to take a step forward, overexertion took its hold on her, as she was starting to collapse, I rushed forward and grabbed her by the waist and the shoulders, "Geez, you really are too stubborn to ask for help," I said to her in a soft tone, "c'mon your getting rest whether you like it or not." I told her while placing her in a bridal carry.

"B-but, the harvest." she tried telling me not noticing I had practically lifted her with little to effort.

"Right now, you need to worry about yourself, the harvest can wait," I tried to explain to her, not realizing she had already passed out in my arms, when I finally realized she had fallen asleep, I couldn't help the warm smile on my face at seeing her, "man, you really are hopeless." I said to myself before carrying her back to the house, before I felt her shift in my arms to get closer into me, I had blushed at her being so forward, shaking the thought I had resumed my trek back to place her in a proper place of rest.
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After putting her in bed and telling young Jackie to look after her, I asked Big Mac to help me with the rest of the harvest, he said he would help with the rest of the harvest, as he was already helping out Smith with it before she had gotten a fever.

Now never let it be said I was a whiner, as I had taken on multiple odd jobs, some of which had next to impossible things to lift, but these baskets full of apples, were torment, the baskets themselves were half as wide as my car, and having to drag them all the way back was absolute hell, but I kept telling myself that it was to help out the Apple Family.

But for some reason, it felt like I was doing this because I wanted to, but I wrote it off as just a random thought, but the more it kept coming to me, the more it bothered me, why was I doing this? I certainly didn't have to, but I chose to, I don't know why I did but, just seeing how desperate Smith was just to finish this, I decided to shake these thoughts, rather focusing on finishing this harvest.
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I decided to check up on Apple Smith to see how she was doing, why did I care? I don't know, but all that I do know is that I was worried about her, I lightly knocked on her door, "Hey there, rise and shine sleeping beauty," I had taken to calling her this, as she wasn't a very pretty sleeper, snoring as loud as a horse, but right now wasn't the time to tease her, "how are you feeling now?" I asked her walking in her room.

The moment I saw her my eyes immediately softened, her hair was a bit messy and there was a wet rag on her forehead, and her cheeks were extremely red from the fever, "Oh I'm doin' fine, I heard from Apple Jack that you and Macintosh were finishin' up the harvest," she said with a weak smile on her face, "you know you didn't have to, I coulda' finished it all up by myself."

"No you can't, not in your condition, I won't let you." I stated with no room for arguement.

She looked at me with some kind of stare, "Well, why do you care so much?" She didn't mean anything by it, she was just simply curious, why would I care? I'm in a world I have yet to get used to, and I barely have a connection formed with anyone from this world, but I did and I have no idea why.

"I honestly don't know, I don't know you guys that well," I started explaining to her, "and I've been separated from my only son, and I just," at this point I closed my eyes preparing to say everything that was on my mind, "I just, can't stand the thought of being alone," I stated the truth that even I didn't know until I said it, "just the thought of being alone here, it scares me unbelievably so." I finished while clenching my fists so hard that my knuckles turned white.

I was in deep thought, mulling over all the possibilities of what would become of this, until I felt a gentle touch on my cheek, I looked at her to see her pulling her hair out of her braid, allowing it to fall back into a beautiful sight of snow white hair, "Well, you don't have to be alone, and I know we can't replace what you've lost," she stated, her blush almost seeming to increase, "but, we'll be here for ya', I'll be here for ya'," she stated that last part quietly looking away from my gaze, trying to keep it to herself, but I definitely heard it, "I just hope that, with time, we can help ya' get past this, I know that Apple Jack looks up to ya', more than ya' know," she stated gaining a smile at the thought, "I know ya' miss, yer' son, an' I just wish I could do somethin' ta' help ya'." She stated that last part with a small amount of saddness.

Through it all I could only look at her in awe at how much she wants to help, but it appears as if I've been ignorant of her efforts, I gently cupped her cheek, getting her to face me, "Hey, you do more than enough, more than you know," I told her with a soft and warm smile, "you don't have to worry so much about me, but you choose to, and I couldn't be more grateful if I tried," I stated with a soft chuckle at the end, "I'm sure that if my son were here, you'd find almost no difference between him and your family." I stated that last part with an even bigger smile on my face.

I didn't even realize I was being pulled into her until I felt a tug on my shirt, her eyes were shadowed by her mane, and she used her amazing strength to pull me into her embrace, and much to my flustered state, I could feel her toned body and her chest pressing against my torso, but now that I'm this close I smelled something weird coming from her, something completely different from anything I've ever smelled from this place.

"I-I can't, take it any, more," I heard her say in a desperate tone that also started to sound sensual, "I'm s-sorry Kenneth, but you really shouldn't, be here, right now." Her breathing became even deeper, and the blush on her face became even more pronounced, much to my extreme confusion.

"Hey are you okay, do you need me to bring you something?!" I stated in a panicky manner, hoping that she was ok.

"Mmmm~," she whined and threw her head back, with a hand placed over her mouth to silence the sound coming from her, "p-please, y-you have, t-to go." She tried pushing me away from her but I wasn't giving in, not until I knew what the hell was going on.

"I'm not going anywhere, not until I know what's going on with you, cause you seem to know a hell of a lot more than I do." I told her in a matter-of-fact manner.

Only to my surprise she then pounced on me and straddled my waist, her messy upbraided white mane swayed gently above my face, her face was fully flustered, her eyes were half-lidded, "I'm, really sorry, but it was too embarrassing to tell you outright, but, a few times every year," she looked away in shame with a few tears starting to form at the edge of her eyes, "us mares go through a cycle of..." I felt something wet on my pants, but it was also sticky- ooohh.

I smiled gently at her, "So you go through something like heat, am I right?" She was still looking away, but she gave a slight nod, I then sat up grabbing her waist, keeping her from falling, and she gave an adorable squeal in response, at this point I was blushing as bad as she was, "You know, I wouldn't mind helping you out with that," she looked at me in shock and disbelief, "it's not to relieve stress but," I looked into her eyes that were full of lust, and want, "but because I think I'm starting to fall for you." I told her with one of my famous 'Rayson' smiles, and with those simple words, her eyes full of lust changed to something more.

"K-Kenneth, are ya' sure?" She looked up at me with apprehension, "I-I mean I'm not the most experienced mare, and I'm sure ya' could go for some pony much prettier than m-" I interrupted her with a simple action, nothing much, but it told her everything she needed to know, I had stopped her rambling by kissing her with everything that I had in me, my left hand stroking her back in a comforting way, my other hand stroking her white mane, she was taken aback at first as she had tensed up, but almost immediately relaxed in my embrace, as she returned the action with the same same amount of ferocity.

After awhile I had pulled back to regain my breath, "I don't care about other mares, I care about you, and that won't ever change," I told her with all the passion I had for her, "don't ever doubt that."

At my last statement, tears started to flow from her eyes, but her smile told me she was the happiest mare in the whole world at the moment, and you know what, I was the luckiest man to have this wonderful 'mare' by my side.
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After several hours of commencing in the sacred ritual of passion, we were both laying under the covers covered in sweat and, ahem, other fluids, we were now just enjoying each others company, I was just running my hands through the locks of her mane, and she was just looking up at me with practical hearts in her eyes, "If this is a dream, I hope it never ends." I heard her say under her breath.

I chuckled at that, "I don't think you have to worry about that," I said as I kept stroking her mane, until another thought came to mind that made me pause, "I know that nothing can replace my son."

She looked up at me in shock that I had brought that up again, after all they had been through, but I reassured her with a smile on my face, not one filled with pain, but with acceptance, "I can't replace what I lost, but I can gain something new," I told her and she gave me a light punch in response to keeping her in suspense, "well, I'm going to go and finish up that harvest, if you'll excuse me-" I was about to leave the bed when she suddenly straddled my waist again, rubbing against my nether region.

"Ya' may not have known this, but us mares can last for the entire night, more if we're feeling restless, and all day I've done nothin' but rest all day, and ya' can guess whose responsible." She told me causing my cheeks to darken, and my lower blood levels to rise.

I had a comical sweatdrop go down the side of my head, "Well," I said while holding onto her, flipping our positions, "I guess when you put it like that, I have no choice but to take responsibility." I told her before kissing her passionately, with her arms around my neck, reciprocating the same feeling as I was.

Author's Note

I felt so weird writing this, I know that there is so much I could do to improve this, and I really need your guys suggestions on how I could do better on this, I also feel like I rushed it a bit, what do you think, should I separate them into different chapters or should I just leave it as is, please let me know what you think about it. And if you enjoyed it please let me know, I'm always looking forward to seeing everyone's reaction to this :pinkiehappy:

Sometimes, Legends Just Need a Kind Heart

Dylan's POV

Well, I now have my hands full, very full, so full...okay I think you get it.

After I had gotten chewed out by my new 'friends' I had never felt more disappointed with myself than at this moment, and at this moment I was walking with Fluttershy to her cottage, I had heard that she took care of all types of animals, but she was almost like me when it came to interacting with other people, but when it came to, she'd rise above to risk it all for her friends.

But at the moment, she didn't seem like the normal shy 'pony' everyone had made her out to be, right now there was an ominous aura in the air.

"I said I was sorry, and I still am," I said more to myself, since I just knew that she was ignoring me, she was definitely still mad at me, "but not hearing you talk like this kind of scares me." My head was looking down at the path we were taking, my back slumped much in the same way.

"..." she was still ignoring me! ' She must be plotting some kind of punishment for when we get there! Scary, too scary!'

Fluttershy's POV

'I wonder what I'll make for dinner? Carrot soup? No, that might be a little over bearing.' My face lit up at an idea, 'oh, I think a nice casserole would be just perfect!' As I was pondering this I had completely forgotten about the person I was leading to my home.

Dylan's POV

'I'm so in for it! I should have just said the truth from the beginning! Anything to avoid this tension!' I was breaking in a cold sweat, this was definitely one of my most dangerous moments since I've been here.

5 minutes later...

I was now sitting on a couch clutching my knees due to nervousness, when we got to her home she had told me to sit down and wait, I didn't listen to her tone but I had hurried over anyways, I was contemplating what kind of punishment she would dish out on me, but hearing nothing from her just filled me with dread.

As I was waiting there, I didn't notice the ball of fluff that began to make it's way towards me, 'Oh man, I really screwed up big time! Why didn't I just come out and say I was too nervous to talk to any of them!? I'm such an idiot!' As I was mentally berating myself I felt a light tug near the foot of my pants, I looked down to what was trying to grab my attention.

When I saw what it was, it was a rabbit! And, he had a scary look on his face! 'Why does something so cute have to look so scary!?' I might not have mentioned this, but in times of great nervousness I am quite the great coward, and my sense of reason seems to disappear.

But that worry turned to confusion when the small creature signaled for me to follow him, I glanced back towards Fluttershy, only to realize she was too immersed with whatever she's doing right now, so deciding that following the rabbit was a good choice, well, I followed.

Outside Fluttershy's Cottage

When he had gestured for me to stay put, I decided that was the best choice, I didn't want to make animals mad at me too.

I looked around, and I have to admit the scenery here was beautiful, and everytime I breathed in, my mind cleared and my posture relaxed, "Wow, it sure is nice out here, so peaceful." I began to hear rustling in the bushes, and it came in the direction of where the rabbit disappeared to, I squinted my eyes trying to make out where the little guy had gone to, but a figure that looked bigger than me showed itself instead, 'I definitely spoke too soon!' it was a bear...

Fluttershy's POV

I was just finishing up the preparations for dinner, "Oh, I should probably go and check up on him!" I can't believe I had completely forgotten about him!

I looked out of my kitchen, only to find nobody there, 'That's strange, I wonder where he wondered off to?'

"GYAAAH!" I jumped in surprise at the sudden shriek of fear, that surprise didn't last long when I heard a familiar beastly yawn, I giggled to myself "Sounds like our guest just met a certain someone."

Dylan's POV

I was sprawled across the grass, which would have felt nice if there wasn't a FREAKING BEAR RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!

I was so surprised at the creature's appearance that I couldn't help the manly yelp I let out, I was brought out of my surprise and shock when the same rabbit from before came up on my chest and slapped me in the face, "Okay, first, ow, second, why is there a giant 500 pound bear here?! Is this my punishment?!" I began to cry a river of comical tears, 'Fluttershy is even scarier than I thought!'

That thought lasted until the little guy on my chest point towards said bear, he let out a colossal yawn, and proceeded to lay down right in front of my lap, almost looking like a big Saint Bernard, he was even looking up at me expectantly, so I hesitantly put my hand on his great big, fluffy snout.

"W-wow, this, actually, isn't that bad," as I began to calm down, the bear seemed to sense my relief and proceeded to, ahem, 'snuggle' with me, thankfully I managed for it to only be my legs, but still, it felt like I was being crushed by a giant Saint Bernard, they may be soft and fluffy, but they sure are heavy!

"Looks like someone made a new friend." I jolted, well as much as I was able to, in surprise, Fluttershy! I had forgotten that she told me to stay put!

"O-oh, h-hey, Fluttershy, I'm really sorry I didn't stay put like you asked." I tried to bow in apologies, but this big guy was making that a little hard to do.

She giggled at my expense, "That's alright, but I'm surprised that he warmed up to you so quickly, he usually likes to keep to himself," she knelt down next to my half -pinned form and began to softly pet him, "in fact, he doesn't usually sit down in my lap either, so for him to do that to someone he just met must mean he really like you!" She gave me an incredibly kind smile, this was a stark contrast to how she was acting earlier.

"Y-yeah, well, that's probably my fault," she looked at me with confusion, "you see, when I was little, I've always cared for so many different animals, be they dog, cat, fish, reptile, I just loved being with animals," I don't know why I'm telling her this, but for some reason, it just felt right, "funny thing, I've always seen bears as the most adorable creatures I've ever seen, but, that was only in books, but even then, I've always imagined what it would be like to pet one, even if for just a moment." I began to feel my throat tighten, but my words didn't shake in any way.

Fluttershy's POV

I was surprised, from the way he worded it, he was just like me, he cherished every aspect of life, much like I do, I couldn't help the smile of understanding, and I couldn't help but ask, "So, how does it feel?" His answer shocked me.

Dylan's POV

"To be honest," I set my hand on the bear's head and began to softly rub it, "I can't even begin to describe, how amazing this is!"

Fluttershy POV

He gave me the biggest smile, but that wasn't what shocked me, it was the tears falling down his face that shocked me, he was crying tears of joy! No, he doesn't just cherish life, he loves every part of life, and his tears of joy proves that.

Kenneth's POV

I was looking at my son's reaction, I knew that he'd always loved life, so much that he even loves the biggest of creatures, it helps with that aura of his, hell, I bet if a pack of wolves ever came across him, they'd just try to cuddle with him.

Little Shy is the same way, but her aura is a little different, more of a 'Mother's love' kind of feel to it.

Now that I think about it, I've felt many aura's that were similar to each other, aside from those 6 'harmony' brats, nothing even comes close to matching Dylan's aura.

My eyes narrowed at the implications of that, "Well, I know this for sure, you're gonna have one hell of a power, at least when the time comes, my son." Before I could turn to leave I noticed that Little Shy suddenly dashed back into her home, and with a panicked expression to boot, 'okay, now what's that all about?'

Dylan's POV

I took a deep breath, but something smelled different, "Uuh, hey, Fluttershy?" I looked at her with a quizzical look.

"Yes? Is something wrong?"

"Yeah, is it just me, or is there actually something burning?" There was a moment of pure silence, it made me wonder if I had said something wrong.

"E-EEEEHH!?" Her fave went from confused to panicked in less than a second, after which she bolted back into her home faster than my eyes could blink.

10 minutes later...

After awhile, I had managed to free myself of the giant living trap that was a bear, meanwhile Fluttershy had attempted to save the remains of the casserole she was making, I felt really bad for her, there's no worse feeling than having the dinner you made suddenly combusting into a fireball.

Nevertheless, she had still managed to save a majority of the otherwise burnt mess, as we were eating I couldn't help but fawn over how good it was! "Wow, thank you! This is amazing Fluttershy! I wish I knew how to cook like this, I only know how to bake." That last part I said more to myself, but I meant every word.

She got a bit flustered at my remarks, "O-oh, there's really no need to thank me! A-and besides, it was because of me that most of it was burned away." She told me with a comical tear coming from her pouting face.

I simply gave her my best comforting smile, "But you still did a fantastic job, regardless of what happened," my eyes suddenly widened, and my utensils stopped moving.

"Hmm? Are you alright? Your hands stopped moving there all of a sudden." She asked me with concern clear in her tone.

"O-oh, y-yeah, don't worry about me," I tried to go back to normally eating, but, "it's just, this is the first time I'm eating with someone else in a really long time, so I guess I'm just now realizing how much I've missed that feeling," My face was set in a look of recollection of all the times I've made myself something to eat, only for there to be more than I could eat myself, "and I guess, I've missed having someone to talk to like this."

The rest of the meal was spent in a gloomy silence, way to go me.

Fluttershy's POV

After his heartfelt speech, I was left without a single word, that just sounds horrible! Not being able to eat with someone else, but I guess, I can't really complain, after all, I have Angel with me! But to hear how much someone so kind-hearted like Dylan say how such a simple meal like this meant so much to him.

Dylan's POV

When we were all done with the food, I had automatically went to do the dishes, "O-oh, you don't have to trouble yourself, I'll take care of it!" I had just realized that I almost forgot that this wasn't another meal spent alone.

I blushed in embarrassment, "W-w-well, I just thought that it'd only be right to do this much, a-after all, you were the one who cooked such an amazing meal!" Yep, that's the story I'm going with.

"But it's my house, and you're my guest, so it would be wrong of me to make you do something like this!" Dang it! Why did she have to be so stubborn in these cases?

"B-but I insist, after all, like you said this is your house, and it just wouldn't feel right if I intruded upon your home without doing something for you in return!" There that should have landed me in the clear.

Kenneth's POV

I watched them comically go back and forth on whether one of them should do the dishes or not, in the end, they had both done the dishes while still going back and forth, and hadn't even realized they had done so, so with a comical drop of sweat I decided it was time for me to leave, I had seen enough of their new gag routine.

But, I couldn't help but crack a genuine smile at my son's expression, the dark and gloomy aura he had when I was finally reunited with him, had finally started to dissipate, "Well, I guess all you needed was a kind heart to help lift that damned veil."

Already Apart of the Family

Dylan's POV

I had spent quite a few days at Fluttershy's home, and to be honest, I've come to love that giant sack of fluff that was a bear, unfortunately I had left before even getting to learn his name, but that will come at a later date.

Right now, I was having a test of will, something so manly that it would break the foundations upon which I stand. I was harvesting apples, yes, apples, nothing more, nothing less, now, this might seem like an ordinary every day chore, but, it really isn't, at least not with these 'ponies'.

At least on the bright side I finally found out where my dad has been all this time, except, Applejack got to me before I was able to confront him, I didn't have any room to complain, after all, I still have to make it up to her and the others for what I did, but, 'Couldn't she have at least given me some smaller baskets!?'

At this moment I am carrying an entire basket full of apples, not just any basket, it was almost the size of me! But, I don't have any room to complain, one shouldn't lie to their friends, so this is the least I could do, right?

"Ya' alright there sugarcube?" I looked over and saw that Applejack had already filled 10 baskets!?

"A-ah, yeah, j-just fine, just getting my footing." Now I know, that in terms of raw strength, she would definitely annihilate me, but my dad however.

"W-what's wrong son, can't you keep up with yer old man?" I looked over at him only to deadpan, he was sweating even more than I was! And his legs looked like they'd give out at any second!

"Yeah, I'll be fine, hehe, but maybe you should let the 'younger' generation handle this 'old timer'." I gave him my best challenging look while still holding on to a full basket of apples.

He got tic-marks spreading across his face, "Oh? You think you can beat me?" His look of defiance lost all of its merit while still holding onto that basket.

I got right in his face, "I should be asking if you believe that you can still keep up, old man!" The stress from the apples had now disappeared, what replaced it was an old forgotten feeling, that was more instinctive, and I could see it flare in his eyes too, our competitive streak.

Applejack's POV

Those two are definitely related, their personalities are like two peas in a pod, I couldn't help but smile at them, 'I haven't seen grandpa Ken act like this in awhile.'

Kenneth's POV

So, my son still thinks he can take me on huh? Well, I'm not just about to lay down and take it!

I could practically feel my forehead pulse at the thought of losing here, and to my own kin no less, "Alright, first one to get 10 full baskets done, is the winner!" I told him pushing back against his forehead.

"Tch, I'll get all the way up to 20 baskets, so at least try to give me a challenge before you hit your expiration date!" He pushed back against me with his own forehead.

Oh it's ooon.

Applejack's POV

When did this become a competition between those two?

I heard a rustling next to me and saw that it was Big Mac, "Looks like ya got curious too huh?"

"Eyup." He stated without looking at me.

When I looked back at the comedic duo, you could practically see the sparks of rivalry fly between the two. Which was strange, cause earlier I could of sworn that those two were struggling just to lift those baskets, now it seems like they couldn't care less about what they were carrying.

"Ready." huh? Were they going to race now?

"Set." They couldn't really move very fast with those apples weighing them down.

Third person

"GOOOO!!!" Both father and son shouted at the same time before taking off at an almost impossible speeds, leaving only clouds of dust in their wake.

Applejack's POV

"W-WHAT THE!?" T-they took off so fast!

"Heheh." Wait, that didn't come from me, I looked over at Big Mac only to see that he was in as much shock as I was, if it wasn't him then-

"Those two really are just like each other, aren't they?" I looked behind me to see that it was, Granny Smith?

Dylan's POV

"So, it looks like you actually can keep up, even if I'm not going full out!" I stated while trying to rush past him to fill the next basket, but he still managed to match my pace.

"I can say the same thing! And who are you kidding, at this rate, you'll barely even be able to get 5 by the time I win!" He stated while we had both reached our next basket.

By the time we had both gotten to our 5th basket we were already at our 6th, then our 7th, 8th, 12th, 16th, 20th, 25th, 31st...

3 hours later...

"Huff, huff, are you-huff-ready to-huff-call it quits yet?" I couldn't even find the strength to crawl, they were empty words at this point, but I absolutely refuse to give up to my old man!

Kenneth's POV

"Huff, like-huff-hell, huff, I've still got-huff-more in-huff-the chamber." I can't even find the strength to move my arms, so it's a hollow gesture, but it'll be a cold day in hell before I let my boy surpass me like this!

Applejack's POV

3 hours, 3 whole hours they kept at it until they couldn't even move! But what really had me at a loss for words is that they were both still tied! How does something like that even happen?!

"Just how many baskets did they get?" Oh yeah, Applebloom had just finished up her 'cutiemark escapades with 'er friends awhile ago, and had proceeded to watch them go at it.

"Actually, I'm not too sur' mahself." I'd lost count around an hour ago.

To my surprise it was actually Big Mac who had an answer for us, "112, each." My eyes widened in shock, they had each gotten over a hundred baskets by themselves!?

Applebloom had made it more than clear how surprised she was, "But, that's more than 200 full baskets!"

"Eyup." Well, despite how surprised I am with those two, it doesn't look like they can keep at it.

"Well, I do believe it's high time to give em' a hand." Geez, I know how stubborn Granpa Ken is, but Dylan is almost as stubborn as me!

Third person

By the time the Apple trio had made their way over to help our two Rayson's, they had already passed out, and at the same time coincidentally, and proceeded to snore, much in the same way the Apple's themselves do, they had quite the laugh over this.

Dylan's POV

My eyes were heavy, and that grass had felt soooooo, comfy. I mean, who wouldn't just fall asleep right then and there? But I believe that I'd had enough rest, so imagine my surprise when I wasn't in the same spot that I had willfully fallen asleep at.

"Well good mornin' there sugar cube!" Huh? I looked towards where the voice came from, I saw that it was Applejack, why was she in a different set of clothes?

"Uhh, what do you mean morning? I was only resting for a few minutes, and why am I in a bed?" I asked her with a curious tone.

"Actually, you an' Grandpa Ken slept through supper, we tried to wake you two up, but you two are even more stubborn when it comes to sleepin'." As she explained this I couldnt help the heat of embarrassment from crossing over my face, so I just turned away from her and looked away in shame.

"I-I'm sorry!" I exclaimed with as much sincerity as I could give, I would have bowed, but for some reason I couldn't move, and everything was sore.

"Now whatchya' have ta' be sorry fer'?" She stated with a confused expression.

I looked back towards her and I didn't make an effort to hide my grief, "I came here to make amends for lying to you all, but instead I got distracted a goofed off with my dad, I'm really sorry it got so out of hand!" I told her how I saw the situation, and had my eyes shut tight, waiting for her to reprimand me in some way.

But her response was not something I was expecting, "Ehehe! Well, yer' 'goofin' off' as you put it got us more apples than we know what to do with!" She then put her hand on my head, much like one would with their siblings, at least from what I've seen in my world, she even had the smile one would give when trying to comfort a relative, "y'know, Grandpa Ken was right about you."

Now that got me confused, "What do you mean by that?" Now I want to know what my dad has said about me.

"He said that you'd do anything for yer' friends forgiveness, an' I'm startin' to see that it ain't no joke." O-oh, and just with that, the heat on my face returned, twofold.

Five minutes later...

After that little 'episode' Applejack had decided to introduce me to everyone else here, which is odd, you'd think I'd have gotten to know at least that big red guy, but no.

When we had arrived to, get, another area of her home, Applejack had, thankfully told me where everything is, as she was doing this I noticed my dad was peeling apples with a small, yellow, red-haired pony child, she was wearing faded blue overalls, with a light red short sleeved shirt, but the thing that stood out the most was the big red bow on the top of her head. All in all, she was adorable.

Anyways I decided to see if my dad needed any help. "Hey dad, how you feeling? Still sore from when I whooped your butt?" Well, I was going to ask, but my mouth thought differently.

"Ohoho, I do believe you're mistaken my son, you see, as I recall, it was I who pulverized you in our little warm-up." He stated as calm as can be, but I knew better, he was challenging me!

"Ehehe, well, you 'must' be getting old, because your memory seems to be lost to you!" I felt my forehead start to pulse, I picked up an apple, using my years of experience baking I smelled the apple to see if it was fresh, it was, good. My body may be sore, but my hands are just fine, and that's all I'll need in order to win!

Applebloom's POV

Ehh? What is this feeling? And why is Grandpa Ken gettin' so worked up?

"Hoh? So now you think my memory is all jumbled up is that it?!" I've only ever seen 'im get this excited whenever our whole family comes over. He and our uncles always get so, competitive.

Kenneth's POV

"Well, how do you think I meant it?" I watched him pick up one of the extra peelers.

"Oh, so you think you can out-peel your old man?" He may have gotten good at baking, but I'm the one who introduced him to it!

"The real question is, do you think you can keep up with those withered old hands of yours?" Hehe, he still hasn't changed, good.

"First one to have 30 apples peeled, wins!" I started to push him back with my head

He pushed back with his forehead, "I'll be able to get 50 apples peeled!" I felt my eye begin to twitch, you'll never surpass me!

Third person

As the Rayson duo clashed again, with barely any rest, the onlookers watched in bewilderment, as the two proceeded to peel hundreds of apples at blinding speeds, the only thought that went through their heads was 'There they go again.'

Apple Smith/Granny Smith's POV

I couldn't help the smile that crossed my face when I heard mah' husband make those sounds, the sounds he usually makes when he's competing against the rest of the Apple family.

I started to remember my husband saying how he and his son would always compete against each other, no matter how silly the matter was, and I've gotta say, everything he said about his son was true. I smiled at the thought of how similar that young man is to my Kenny, "Well, it sure didn't take long fer' that one to feel right at home."

Author's Note

I hope that you guys enjoy this read, and to be honest with the amount of time it took for these two chapters, compared to when I posted the others, there should have been way more than this, but I hope you guys enjoyed, and stay awesome!

A Fashion Sense, and a Reminder

Dylan's POV

Man, I haven't physically exhausted myself like that in forever. The worst part about it though was I wasn't able to get a moments rest, because Rarity had decided that it was her turn to dish out her 'punishment'. At the very least it isn't too strenuous, just mainly me standing around while she tells me what she needs and what she doesn't, but, that was easier said than done.

When we had first arrived in her home I thought that it was the fanciest place I had ever seen! That had lasted until we had gotten to her 'work area', geez, I know a thing or two about organized messes, but are you freaking serious?! There was cloth hanging in multiple different areas, and I couldn't tell if one one bundle of thread was tangled with another one!

But I guess I deserve at least this much, lying is wrong, and this will definitely burn that knowledge into my skull. As I looked around I noticed that she had multiple different pieces of paper with designs on them, they were very impressive, the level of detail was astonishing, if I didn't have to worry about being punished I'd make a few sketches myself. Anyways I also noticed that when she started working she had a pair of red fashionista glasses, huh, she must have the same problem I have when looking up close at something.

"Dylan dear, would you be a darling and fetch me my scissors?" Uhh, oh that's right, I was helping her, now where in the blazes are those cursed scrissors?!

"Guuh, yeah, sure, just give me, a, quick, second." I hurried, opening every drawer, but even the inside of her drawers were all in disarray, I was starting to get anxious, just how much accessories does she have access to?! It doesn't help that I need to squint in order to see any of the smaller things she had.

"Is everything alright? Do you require my assistance in locating a simple pair of scissors?" Okay, ouch, that was mean, oh man, I should have brought my glasses with me! I can see fine without them, but when I'm looking for something like 'that' in a place like 'this', and it's not like I can just go to my car and get them, mainly because I can't remember where I parked it.

"U-uuh, d-don't worry, e-everything's fine, I've got this under control!" I jumbled out, this isn't good, whenever I'm in a hurry, my concentration wavers and I can't focus that well, soon all I'll be able to see is blurred splotches. 'Okay, calm down, don't get overwhelmed by this, it's fine, oh man how I really wish I'd brought my glasses with me in the first place!' I closed my eyes and rubbed the bridge of my nose, it's no good, my vision is already getting a little faded.

"I do believe that these are what you're looking for?" I opened my eyes and jolted in surprise, I looked over at her to see what she was holding, my vision slowly started to return to normal, in her hand was a pair of silver scissors, and her face, oh, she was apparently very ticked off, and there was practically an aura of frustration surrounding her.

"Eheehhee~ I guess they are?" I tried to deescalate the situation while rubbing the back of my head sheepishly.

She let out a sigh of exasperation, "Well it seems clear to me that having you help me work was a grievous error on my part," well, there goes most of my dignity, "very well then, now I have another task I'd like you to do, and it should be so simple that even someone of your calibre should be able to fulfill." Uhh, I feel like she insulted me, but I'm also unsure of how.

"A-alright, what is it you need me to do?" I really hope that she won't try and ask me to do anything too out of the ordinary.

She gave me a reassuring smile, one that, from someone as pretty as her, got me a tad flustered. "I'd like for you to do my laundry."

Wait, what?

30 minutes later...

"Man, what does she think I am? Some kind of butler guy?" I didn't like this, not one bit of it, it's not that I don't like doing laundry, it's just the fact that I'm handling Rarity's laundry, and yes, that includes her, ahem, 'undergarments'. Just thinking about it set my whole face ablaze, I've been on this world for so long, I know that I said my tastes were more set on human, but nowadays I've been starting to see everyone in a whole new light, and being 17 doesn't exactly help.

"Let's just get this done and over with so I can at least try to rebuild my pride as a man." I encouraged myself, finishing up by placing the damp clothes on the laundry line, at least I think that's what it's called, I usually use a washer and dryer. 'Actually now that I think about it, I haven't really done my laundry since I first got to this world.' As I finished up I paused at that thought, before bringing the sleeve of my shirt to my nose.

*sniff* Oohhhh! I immediately retracted my face it smelled like sweat, and, sour apples? Well, that just won't do, So, like any sensible person would, I removed my denim top.

"There we go, that feels a little better, now I don't feel as filthy, still." I already did Rarity's laundry, so what's the harm in doing a little bit of my own as well?

I walked over towards the pale that I used to wash all of Rarity's clothes. First I began to scrub it till I was sure that any of the previous filth and stench had left, after that I proceeded to shake away any excess water, now to twist as much water as I can out of it, "Alright, here we go-*RIIIIP*" Ehh?

Rarity's POV

... "Did I just hear the horrid sound of cloth being torn?" I took off my 'work' glasses and punched the bridge of my muzzle, 'Don't tell me that he can't even do laundry correctly?'

Dylan's POV

What was that noise just now? I immediately checked to see if my pants had ripped, phew, thank god, they're still intact.

Wait, if it wasn't my pants, then what, made, that... ohh.

I looked back at what was supposed to just be a dirty shirt, what I saw was a 'former' almost ripped in two shirt, 'my' shirt to be exact, the shirt my dad lent to me before he disappeared to this world, the one with absolutley no replacement in this world.

"U-uhh, t-this, is p-pretty bad, i-isn't it?" My voice came out pretty shaky, I tried to calm myself down, but how could I!? My eyes were set in a look of disbelief, I could start to feel them sting, and I felt my throat tighten and dry.

"No. Noo," my voice became lost as it came out as nothing more than a whisper, my grip on my most precious belonging tightened to the point that my hands started to hurt, but, it didn't hurt as much as what I'm feeling right now, "I knew it was getting old, but, b-but." My breathing began to become labored, my throat becoming too dry for me to speak properly.

I began to curl up clutching the item to my chest, I didn't care if I looked like a fool, I didn't care if anyone else saw me, I just, don't care.

Rarity's POV

He'd better not have ruined my precious lingerie, I swear if has even torn a single strand on it I'll-

What I saw wasn't what I was expecting, my clothes looked to be in pristine condition, however, that was a stark contrast to how dear Dylan was acting right now, he was clutching something close to him, now that I've got a closer look at him, why isn't he wearing his shirt!?

Wait, is that? My eyes widened in recognition at what he was holding, or rather, the material, when I had first seen it I had honestly never seen anything like it, but I could also tell that it wasn't just the design of it, ghastly as it would have been, it was actually starting to show signs of its thread loosening.

I sighed in relief that it wasn't one of my precious lingerie, "So that's what that noise was, you gave me quite the scare there darling." I sat down next to him to get a better look at the fabric and see if it would be possible to create my own version of it. "Really, I thought you might have gone and ruined one of my favorite sleep-wear."

It looks like he just recently washed it, I was going to tell him to do so but was to infuriated with him for lying to not only me, but my friends too. I extended my arm to feel the texture of the rather interesting design, only for him to slap my hand away almost instantly.

My eyes widened in shock, I was about to reprimand him, and demand to know why he'd do such a thing. Only for the expression upon his face to stop me dead in my tracks, and to leave me speechless.

For added effect play 'sadness and sorrow' your choice!

He had a frown marring his face, but I could tell it wasn't directed at me, and there were tears streaming down his face like the pouring rain, but his eyes, which were usually filled to the brim with the most pure of innocence and life, were now drowned in sadness and sorrow, it wasn't something that belonged on that face, nor should someone like him be experiencing something like this.

Then I noticed it, he was trembling.

Dylan's POV

My eyes widened in shock, it was Rarity, oh no, I only acted on instinct. "I-I'm s-sorry! I-I didn't k-know it was y-you!" I struggled to find the right words, and my vision was also extremely faded, I could barely make anything out now, only what was withing a few inches from me, and I couldn't stop trembling. I tried to wipe my my eyes with my forearm, only for more tears to fall down. "I-I'm pathetic, a-aren't I? B-but, I-I can't help it! I don't k-know why I'm getting so worked up o-over s-something like this!" I managed to choke the words out, but even then, I couldn't tell her why I felt this way.

"I'm s-sorry that I'm such a burden to y-you guys." I began to remember back to when I was little, everyone would always make fun of me for getting so emotional over something as 'stupid' and 'simple' as this, the same thing applied for everything else that I saw as differently from everyone else, so far as to calling me a 'freak', and now that I'm in a different world, everything they said is now coming back to haunt me.

"You, probably think I'm a freak d-don't you?" I could feel my features soften, but my grip on my shirt only tightened.

Rarity's POV

What, why did he say such awful things about himself?

I was going to ask him what he meant but was once again stopped by his expression, his face softened and his eyes now looked lost and scared, and showed so much grief, I could barely stand it.

I tried to find my words but they would not come to me, then I noticed something, it wasn't much, but it told me everything, he was afraid of my response.

My next reaction took even me by surprise.

Dylan's POV

My eyes widened in shock, and my trembling stopped, I could barely register what just happened with my vision as it is, but I could see it, clear as day, Rarity had lunged towards me and wrapped her arms around me, embracing me, giving me a feeling that I hadn't felt for so long.

I couldn't hold it in anymore, I curled up into her, and the dam burst, I cried into her shoulder with so much passion, and my grip had finally loosened a little.

2 hours later...

I had cried for so long that my eyes were nearly bloodshot, Rarity was there comforting me the whole time, "You know, this shirt used to belong to my dad," I had finally croaked out, my throat was still so dry from my emotional breakdown, "he used to tell me all kinds of crazy adventures he'd have while wearing this thing," a nostalgic smile crept it's way onto my face, "I loved those stories, so you can imagine how much it meant to me when he gave it to me, although," I let out a small laugh looking down at the ruined shirt, "it didn't quite fit me at the time, I had to roll up the sleeves just to be able to poke my fingers out."

She let out a small giggle at that, "It sounds truly heartwarming dear," she smiled at me and again I got all flustered because of it, "but something as precious as that shouldn't be tossed away."

She got up from sitting next to me and began to stretch, we'd been sitting here for quite awhile, "Alright, but what can I do? I don't know the first thing about stitching something together, much less denim."

"Now who said anything about just stitching darling?" She looked at me with a new kind of twinkle in her eye, and for some reason, I had a feeling I was about to know a whole new side of Rarity.

Kenneth's POV

Geez, that brat of mine sure knows how to make a small commotion, I had originally come out here to warn him about 'that time', but it would seem like I'd just be intruding on the moment.

But looking at it now, I'm glad I didn't go down there, 'I don't feel like getting groped every which way just to get a new set of clothes, sorry son, but I don't envy you.' I thought with a sweatdrop on the side of my head.

"I guess there's always next time kiddo, and good luck, hopefully your sense of fashion will be better than mine." I said to no one in particular, but it's the thought that counts I guess.

Author's Note

So, what did you guys think? Did you like it, or should I go back and make some changes? Please let me know so I can improve upon this, also just three more ponies left in the mane 6! Also if you have a suggestion on a scenario for them, I'm more than happy to hear it! Have an awesome day ya'll!

Two for One!!