Memories Bring Disney Magic

by Wii Guy

Rating: teen
Tags: Main 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Other, Original Character, Spike, Crossover
Length: 1176

When a Human-turned-Pony of a Disney fan loses his memories and find himself in Equestria, he must learn to make friends to find himself again

When a Human-Turned Pony of a Disney Fan finds himself memories-less and Cutie Mark-less out of his world and into Equestria, he must meet the ponies of this new world to rediscover himself and find his way back. Reluctantly, can our Amnesiac Hero learn to befriend others before trouble come to Equestria?

Published 2018-02-19 20:40:08 UTC
Last updated 2018-02-19 20:40:08 UTC

Awakening

My trip to Equestria was a very unusual one for 3 main reasons. First, it was finding myself in another world that’s not my own. Second reason was finding my human body transformed into the body of a pony. And the most troubling reason of all was the fact I had forgotten most about myself. The quest for getting my memories back would bring Disney Magic to Equestria. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning.

The first thought I remember thinking when I first regained temporary conscious was, Ugh, where am I?

I opened my eyes for just a few moments. Even with my glasses still on my face, my vision was still blurry. I struggled to make out where I was and quickly realized I was in some kind of forest. I shifted my eyes around as my vision cleared up enough to see the trees. Unable to move my body, I tried to heighten my hearing and heard someone coming. Whoever or whatever was coming, I managed to say, “Help me” before I passed out again.

The next time I opened my eyes, I felt better, although my glasses were now off my face. I could feel that I was lying down in some kind of bed. I turned to face the center of the room. Being near-sighted, my vision of the room was blurry, but I was still able to see that my glasses were within reach of the bed. By habit, I tried to reach and pick them up. Suddenly, I stopped at the clear sight of what has happened to my hands. They weren’t hands anymore. They were hooves! No, to be more accurate, at the time this story happened, I had actually forgotten the word, “hands”. As I let out a shocked scream, all I could think at the time was, what’s happened to… whatever these are called?!

At first, I tried to deny what I saw. That it was just a result of me being unconscious for who knows how long. But what soon followed would put me in a bit of a panic.

“Ah, I see that you’re awake. Any requests I can take?” said a female voice. With my vision still blurry without my glasses, I shifted my gaze around the room trying to find whoever said that. Coming in from what I could tell was the front door was some kind of 4-legged black and white creature with stripes.

I closed my eyes to avoid the mental overload of readjusting my senses. My thoughts were, What was that? A zebra? Whoever just said that must be someone who works with animals. A circus performer? A visitor from Africa or wherever zebras are from?

With my eyes still closed, I asked, “Whoever is there, could you please help put my glasses back on?” I held still as I heard footsteps that sound more like the sound of banging coconuts together than the sound of shoes on wooden floorboards coming toward me. I felt my glasses being put onto my face.

“There. Now you can see. Open your eyes and thank me,” said the female voice. I did just that only to jump back a little at what I saw. It was indeed a zebra, looking at me with a welcoming smile. Surprised, I fell out of the bed and found myself backing away in a crawl.

No way the zebra was talking, was it? I thought.

“Zecora is my name, and brewing potions is my game,” said the zebra. “It’s strange. I found you out in the wood. You did not look so very good. So I brought you here for some rest and aid. A remedy for your state I had made. My remedy should have taken its course. You should now be as healthy as a horse.”

Wait, “remedy”? “Healthy as a horse”? I was sick?

Breaking my graze away from the zebra, I noticed a shiny black cauldron in the center of the room. Not taking my eyes off it, I crawled over to the big black pot and searched for my reflection in the shiny outer surface of it.

What I saw staring back at me was impossible! When I heard her say, “healthy as a horse,” I thought she meant it figuratively. It turned out to also be very literally true! Staring back at me was a red horse. No, too small to be a horse. More like a…pony. I saw shock in my own eyes, which I felt have grown larger; Big enough to see my blue irises shifting around at the rest of my body, now covered in red fur.

I don’t think whatever I am is supposed to come in such a bright color like this.

I had forgotten the names to what my new limbs once were, and wouldn’t remember until much later. However, I will say that I realized that my 4 red, fur-covered limbs now ended in 4 yellow, hard hooves. I was wearing my glasses, which I felt were now bigger than they’re supposed to be. They were being supported by my new and unfamiliar muzzle. The only other thing I was wearing was a blue vest that covered my front and where my front hooves were sticking through.

My hair, or rather “mane”, was a dirty brown color. It matched the color of my new and unfamiliar tail that was coming out of my rear. Looking back at my head, I saw something that was sticking out from my forehead and through my mane. It was some kind of horn like you’d see on a mythical unicorn.

I was about to scream in confusion again when Zecora asked (in rhyme again), “I did the best I could do. Now, I must ask: who are you?”

In the middle of all my denial-screaming thoughts, I tried to recall my name. And that’s when the realization really hit me: I couldn’t remember anything about my past. Well, that’s not 100 percent true. I still remembered enough to know that I was now in an unfamiliar place in an unfamiliar body that doesn’t feel right, but when it came to knowing my personal history, my identity, and most importantly, how I had ended up here, I was at a loss.

“My name is..” I struggled to find an answer in my mind, but the best I could managed to recall was, “Will…………ugh..” It felt like a long time, but I settled on something to be called in a few short moments. “For now, I guess you can call me ‘Will Guide.’ I don’t think that’s my real name, but it has a nice ring to it.”

Author's Note

Well, this is my very first chapter of my very first planned story. After all this time, it finally feels nice to publish it. I know it's probably not the best written, but it's a start. Any helpful comments and or private messages you can send me would be appreciated.