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My name is Dequan. Blackest name in history I know, but what can you do? Anyway, I'm just your typical lazy, unproductive 19 year old. I don't know how I believed I could coast through life without a single solitary purpose to my name, but here I am. Nineteen and still living with my mom. It's sad, yes, but it has its perks. In exchange for doing whatever my parents tell me, I get to goof off in my room for most of the day.

I play video games, browse the web, watch Netflix, you know the drill. I'm usually in there all the time, simply waiting patiently for either my parents to call me, or for my natural instincts to get the better of me and force me to eat.

You see, I have the ability to ignore myself as long as i'm doing something I'm interested in. If i'm watching Limitless I can go a whole day without eating if I let myself.

Unfortunately, and perhaps fortunately as well, I have my parents, the few people besides myself whose job it is to make sure I don't die of hunger.

They usually do that by knocking on my door and breaking me out of my blissfully ignorant stupor long enough to let me realize my own body is trying to tell me something.

Of course the fact that their visits usually mean I have to get up and do something is not a welcome exchange. I like lying in bed. In fact, I could go to sleep several more times after waking up before I even get an inkling of a desire to move.

Now, there are some good points to this whole thing. Usually, I wake up before my parents, which means I have the house to myself for as long as I can stay quiet. Of course they do wake up by themselves, I can't stop human biology, but I prefer to think that if I don't make a noise they won't move. Kinda like zombies, but with way worse consequences.

Now, I only have a few responsibilities. Ones which I prefer to do alone. Clean the kitchen, clean my room and bathroom, and take out the trash. Out of all of these, the only one I hate is cleaning the kitchen.

Not because I can't just plug my earphones in and drown out the world, but because I constantly have to do it. If my mom cooks, you better believe i'm cleaning the kitchen, regardless of when it is, who cooked, or who dirtied it up.

Speaking of the kitchen, that's where I currently was, planning out my morning meal using leftovers from the other night.

I put them in the microwave, heat them up, and take them to the table, where I sat and began my meal.

There was no meat present on my pate, as we had decided to try going vegan after one of my relatives so kindly informed us of a certain video.

Speaking of lifestyle changes, one was coming up for me very soon. I had finally decided to get my life straight after 19 years of pure and utter laziness, only to be presented with what I now believe to be a blessing from god. This program, another thing brought to us by those same relatives, was supposed to help me get my life right by offering a training program that would guarantee a job in a year's time. I was confused about it at first, and spent days mulling it over, but I finally decided to move with the idea. I needed it after all.

Anyway, enough of my life story. I'm eating my food, enjoying the taste of rice on my tongue as I watch Netflix on the TV, when, just as I'm cycling through shows to find what i'm looking for I spot it.

My Little Pony. All six seasons of it, here in one place. It had been a while since I'd seen that show, and I only watched it because I never finished watching it the first time I tried, which was because I didn't understand why guys didn't like it.

I liked it, but then I stopped watching it, only to come back and finish it, and realize I loved it. It was literally the first thing i'd ever been passionate about in my life. I loved everything about it.

I decided to watch it, just for nostalgia's sake. I turned on season one and began my long journey down the list until I made it to season four, at which point I had to pause it and hide it away because my parents were awake.

You see, I still consider myself a closet brony, even if the only one who knows is my mother.

I will watch this show to the end of life and back if I could, but i'm getting off track again.

Yet another perk of being 19 is I get to stay home alone, and my parents were going to be out for a long time, so I ha plenty of time to binge watch the whole thing.

And that's just what I did. It felt so good to refresh my memory of all the goodness this show possessed.

I had even seen the movies, and I was surprised when sunset and starlight appeared the first EQG movie and the season six premiere respectively.

Of course, that was the first time. I had seen it before, so this was all just recap. That is until the most amazing and terrifying thing I have ever seen happened.

It seemed starlight's time bending magic was a little brighter than usual. It felt like I was right there, seeing it happen in person.

That is until I realized that the TV was slowly brightening as she charged her magic. I, in my ever oblivious state, believed I must have put on 3D glasses at some point, until I realized that this show was and has never been in 3D, even if I had.

As a last precaution, I touched my face near my nose, just to make absolutely sure I wasn't wearing them.

Unfortunately by then it was already too late. As I brought my hand up to my face, I was to bear witness to her magic as it lit up the whole living room, followed by scooping me up in the vortex that was now present on the TV. I screamed as I was lifted against my will and yanked into the screen, never to be seen again.

My everything hurt. My entire body ached and I was sure that if I sat up, I'd get one hell of a headache.

Fortunately I was familiar with that particular pain and decided to do it anyway. I sat up, and, just as I thought, I was assaulted with mind crushing pain.

It soon passed though, and I was left to sort through my state of affairs to make sure I didn't need to go to the hospital. Not that I knew where one was.

I tried to stand, but my bum hurt so bad I couldn't get up.

As my hand fell from its place around my knees and hit the ground, I immediately noticed that I wasn't touching carpet. Nor was I touching marble or hardwood of any kind. I immediately shot up, much to the disappointment of my back, which had teamed up with my bum to express that sentiment by delivering a stab of pain to my nerves as I stood, righting myself and brushing off whatever dirt had gotten on me. I had been sitting on grass.

I was just glad I didn't cry like last time this happened.

When I stood up and looked around, I also noticed that my point of view was much lower to the ground than before. Knowing that it was nigh impossible to get shorter over the course of however long I had been out cold, I immediately knew something was wrong. Especially considering that my rapid ascent along with my proximity to the ground had given me a bad case of vertigo.

I was now attempting to pick myself up off the ground while my head was spinning and I was lightheaded at the same time. Not a good idea.

My head fell to the ground again and I stayed that way for a long time, waiting for my head to clear up enough for me to be upright without wanting to throw up my lunch.

When I was finally okay, I stood up again. 'Okay. First things first. I need to figure out why I suddenly lost so much height. Ha! Not that I was tall to begin with.'

It was true. 5'2" does not a tall person make.

I made my way around wherever I was, looking for a way to figure out what had happened to me. As I did, I thought of how all this could possibly have happened.

"But why would the TV send me to the forest? That's not right. The TV is supposed to send me to the future. Going backwards in time to when TV's didn't exist will get me nowhere."

I talked to myself as I made my way through the forest. Soon, I came upon a clearing with a pond. I nearly ran to it.

In fact, I did. I ran all the way to the edge of the pond before I realized that I wasn't hearing footsteps. Instead, the frantic clip clopping of hooves sounded in my ears.

I slowed my pace and stopped. "Why do I hear hooves? Are there horses around here? Oh, maybe I can find one!"

I looked around, and even stepped a little bit outside of the clearing just to see if there were any horses around.

When I saw none, I concluded that... "Hmm, If no horses are around, then I must be the horse." I gasped. "But that would mean...!"

I trotted back into the clearing and over to the pond. I looked at the water and saw the reflection. But what was staring back at me, was not me. I was a horse, after all. But not just any horse.

"I'm a pony?!"

Yes, I was a pony. A pony with a dark brown coat and a black mane that reached my shoulders to be exact.

Then I heard a nearby sound of "Fwoosh!" and my eyes popped open. I looked back into the water to find that not only was I a pony. I had wings, too.

"I have wings?! But wait, that means....!"

I lower myself to the ground, which I had no idea I had been standing on with my hind hooves, and smirked. I took a deep breath, punched a hoof into the air, and yelled to the sky,

"Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing Mr. Maximilian Peeeeeeegasus!"

I was back on my hind hooves at this point. Which was a bad move considering that as soon as I opened my eyes and realized what was happening, I was already falling back. With a scream of fear and a painful exclamation, I hit my head and was knocked unconscious.