It was around seven-thirty in the evening when the door to a one bedroom apartment clicked as the key turned in its lock. It opens up making way for a man of twenty-seven who was dressed in a red shirt, blue jeans dark brown work boots and a black and white baseball cap. He was covered from shirt to boots in sand, cement, and dust from his day out in the lumber yard where he worked eight hours each day. His name is Taylor. And he is, like many people a fan of the tv show ‘My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic’ While is wasn't a pony enthusiast. He enjoys the show none the less. However, that doesn’t stop him from writing fanfiction about it either.

To his readers, he is known as Mystogan Vokunkiin. This alias is a name he has had for many years now simply because it’s a name he thought that suited him well. Also the fact that Mystogan is one of his favorite anime characters. Taylor is no one that people know about all over. He is just a regular guy who has a hobby in writing and playing video games. He works at a lumber and hardware store and usually keeps to himself in his apartment. Standing at 6’4 and a thick body frame, hands-on work is nothing to him.

“Geez, another hot day today, that is for sure. A nice hot shower and then dinner. Then I will see what I can think of to write..or maybe I will just play some Warframe with my friends. I will think about it.”

He talked to himself a lot. He thought better when he did that. He makes his way into the bathroom after stripping off all his clothing and tossing it all into the laundry. He had gone through his work clothes and needed a fresh set for the next day to come. Once he finished getting cleaned up. He got into a clean black shirt with a pair of black shorts and began to get dinner ready. As he did that, he turned on his PC and logged in and put on one of his favorite anime tv shows. He was half way through ‘Overlord II’ and needed to finish it. He began cooking with the hamburger meat he had left defrosting when he went to work. He pulls it out of the fridge and tears off the packaging and begins to form the meat into patty proportions. Cheeseburgers and fries were on the menu. And nothing was better than having them homemade. As he made the food while listening and glancing at the monitor while cooking, he was trying to decide just which of his stories he was going to work on that night.

“I know a few of my readers want me to get started on my Discord replacement story...but I am on a roll with my Warframe crossover as well. I still feel bad for canceling my Avatar and Blade and Soul crossovers. But I need to focus on the ones I know I can finish quickly. Perhaps later down the road, I can pick up the other two again once I finish the others. I hate leaving things incomplete…”

Once he had finished cooking and eating his food for the night, he walked over and sat in front of his forty-two-inch monitor and began clicking around on it. Why did he have such a large monitor? Well for the main reason. He is considered ‘legally blind’ by doctors. And has been since he was born. Without going into too much detail, an underdeveloped nerve in his right eye is the source of the problem. No, his eyes are not disfigured. Though his right eye is more of a hazel color with grey spots in the middle of it. While the left eye is just a regular light brown. But if anyone knew Taylor, they’d know he doesn’t use it as a crutch. People could throw every blind joke at him and he’d laugh with them. He finally gets to his account page on the fanfiction site he writes on and pulls his long dark brown hair behind him and cracks his fingers.

“Alright, time to get some writing done, then some Warframe.”

He was just about to get started when he noticed his Discord flashing at the bottom of his taskbar. He opens it up to see a friend request with the name “Twilight Sparkle’. Another fan of the show no doubt. The person started typing to him before he could accept the friend request. He opened up to chat box just as they gave their first message.

“Hi there, are you the one known as ‘Mystogan Vokunkiin’?” the person typed out.

“Well, considering you found me here and I am the only one with that username in existence, yes. I am Mystogan Vokunkiin.” He responded back.

“Oh wow! I am a fan of your work on FIMFiction! I love your crossover stories a lot!”

Taylor chuckled to himself and responded back.

“Well thank you. I know my grammar still needs improvement, but I am still gonna keep going to make it even better. But I am glad that I can bring a bit of entertainment to the people who read my work. I take it you are a fan of the smart purple mare as well?” He typed.

“A fan? What do you mean?” They replied back.

“Well, your name. Twilight Sparkle. That is the name of one of the ponies in the tv show that started this all. I assumed you are a fan of her just as I am. She is smart, pretty, and my kind of mare.”

After he typed that out, the other person went quiet for a moment. He blinked a few times as he leaned back in his gamer chair and crossed his arms as he stared at the screen. He leans forward again after a few minutes and types again.

“Um...hello? Did I scare you off or something? Come on, we are both fans here.”

“Oh no! That’s quite alright! I..am just happy that you think that. The way you write her out in your stories. You make it seem like you really care for her. And I appreciate that. Though, sometimes your work gets a little scary. Especially with ‘The Matrix’ crossover you made. The beginning with the main character putting that weapon to her head…” they type out.

“I know, I know. But I try to put myself in the character’s shoes to for the best writing experience. If I was brought to that same world, I wouldn’t react in such a way, myself. But you gotta remember, he was first sucked through a video game portal by Luna with both his physical form and virtual form fighting for dominance, then he comes out into the world of Equestria no longer himself physically. One can only imagine what that does to the mind.” he responded

“You have a point. I am just glad that he didn’t hurt her.”

“Well, it is my story, after all, I would never allow such a thing to happen.”

“I also noticed your picture on the site! Is this what they refer to as your ‘original character’?”

“Yep, that is Mystogan Vokunkiin. He is a mountain pony. Strong, four-winged and fluffy. Even bigger than Sunbutt.”

“Sunbutt…?”

“Yeah, you know. Celestia. The fandom gave her that name. Though I like to call her Sunny D myself.”

“Why all these..strange nicknames for the princess? I don’t really think she'd approve of them. What if she learned about all this..?”

“I don’t see how she would. After all, Equestria is a made up land filled with fictional ponies all brought together on a tv show by a woman named Lauren Faust. There is no way that it could ever be real. That’s just absurd and wishful thinking. Could you imagine the chaos and horrible experiences that would follow if fans found out that the My Little Pony universe was actually real? It’s almost comical to think about it!”

The Typing stops for a moment. Suddenly a video call comes over the chat. Taylor arches a brow with a slight tilt of his head as he sits there. Something tells him he may have offended the person on the other side and they wanted to give him a piece of his mind.

“Pick it up.” They typed out.

A few more moments go by as he sits there with his arms crossed.

“Pick. It. Up.” They typed out again.

Taylor sighs and clicks on the answer button and waits for the connection to establish. His webcam capturing him and the other camera coming into view as well. What he saw was rather amusing. It looked like a desk view of Twilight’s bedroom. And it was really well done too. They must have been a good artist. Suddenly, Twilight came into view with a rather stern look on her face. Taylor already thought this was impressive. But he wasn’t buying it.

“You listen here, mister. Our world is one-hundred percent real! And I don’t think Princess Celestia would appreciate those nicknames! So you better be nice!”

Taylor was caught off guard by the animations of Twilight and the voice syncing and acting. Whoever this really knew what they were doing. Though he still sat there with that defiant look of ‘I am not buying this. It’s fake.’ with his arms still crossed. He just cracks a smug grin and leans forward once more as he slides his headset on and turns on his mic.

“Impressive work. What? Are you actually Tara Strong and you and the studio are going around to random fans trying to get them to believe that My Little Pony is a real universe out there somewhere? Please, tell me just how many people you have fooled and gotten their hopes up with the charade “

“Twilight, darling! Where are you?”

That familiar voice of the voice actor who played Rarity was heard from his headset. Twilight looked back to the stairs and called out to the voice.

“I am up in my room, Rarity! And guess what?! I found him! I have him on webcam right now!”

A loud gasp was heard after Twilight relayed the message to..whoever it was. Taylor’s disbelief only increased further when he saw the fashionista pony climb up the stairs and run towards what he suspected would be a ‘monitor’ or whatever.

“Really, you even got Tabitha in on this? Geez, you people are cruel with this. I don’t know if you do this to torment your fans for sick kicks, but the amusement is far from over now. I am ending this call, now.”

Just as he hovered his mouse over the end call button, Twilight calls out to him.

“WAIT! I can prove to you that this is all real! Please don’t hang up!”

Taylor keeps his mouse cursor over the end call button. But he crosses his arms and leans back with a rather amused look on his face.

“Fine, prove to me you and she are real ponies. Show me that you are not a fictional equine cartoon being that people only dream of meeting.”

He stood up from his chair and opened his arms in a ‘Show me’ manner.

“Alright, fine! You asked for it!”

“Oh this will be rich, There is nothing you can do that will convince me of-.”

His monitor began to glow a bright white and his apartment began to shake slightly. His eyes widen as he sees two figures launch through the large monitor him in force. He braces for impact.

“WHAT THE FU-!”

Was all he could shout before the two creature collided with him. Sending all three of them onto his couch in a pile of clothing that still needed to be folded after they were cleaned. He lets out a groan of pain as he was still sore from the day’s work. And whatever, or whoever crashed into him only brought that familiar pain back

“Son of a bitch, that hurt..What in the seven fucking circles of Hell was th.-...?”

Taylor could believe what..or rather who he was face to face with. Those big purple eyes locked on with his, that familiar dark purple and pink striped mane hanging over him, that feeling of front hooves pressing against his chest. There was absolutely no way. No FUCKING way… Not only did he have his favorite mare on top of him, but his second one as well. As he noticed those piercing sapphire blue eyes gazing down at him as well along with that unmistakable amethyst colored mane. They were both as soft as he thought they were. Their fur warm and plush, and the curves of their bodies. They weren’t anthros that much was known. But this...this defies all logic!

“See? I told you were are real!”

She said as she straddled his lower body with her front hooves on his chest while Rarity gave him a rather alluring smile as she looked him up and down. His arms especially catching her attention.

“Oh my..I bet it would feel wonderful to be held by him, dear! Such well strong looking arms~.”

Taylor was at a complete loss for word with this. Did he fall asleep and dream this all up without even knowing?! This...this can’t be real. It is scientifically and logically impossible! These are cartoon ponies for fuck’s sake!

“I can hear you...smell you...see you and touch you! But this can’t be real! And out of all the people who would kill to meet any of you, why me?! There are hundreds if not thousands of better authors who would give everything up just to have you here like this! And you chose me?! Come on, nothing this good should ever happen! It’s not how the world works, damnit!”

Taylor wasn’t mad per say. He was just overwhelmed and dumbfounded that all this was happening to him. The part of his mind that still believed this was fake still remained. But with each movement from the two mares that sat on top of him, it slowly began to fade away. Suddenly both Twilight and Rarity understood why he was reacting like this. Twilight spoke up first.

“Well, to be honest, it was your very first story I saw pop up on the new stories section of the main page. “The One Behind The Mask And Lightning’, you threw a piece of yourself in there didn’t you…?”

“I..I did. SO you know who I really am. And you know about the very thing I struggle with daily since I was born…?”

“I do. And not many would do that. To put themselves and their flaws out like that. It’s very admirable. You don’t let it weigh you down.”

“But my grammar in that story was absolutely horrible. I figured a mare like you and Rarity would never want to touch my work. I have only recently started improving on it. But still.”

“Well, sweetheart. We love your ideas and concepts, darling. And you have made it quite known that you favor us in both human-like forms and our true forms. A few spelling errors here and there doesn’t really matter”

Said the posh mare with a reassuring smile.

Well, yeah. And so do millions of other fans like me. You and your friends along with others all have their fanboys and fangirls. Besides, there are other people who think otherwise of my work.”

“Oh you mean that ‘xHamster Masterx’ human? Don’t you worry about hi,m. He is just a person who gets off on what he does by tearing down authors. Though the way you called him out on writing his own story, that was quite clever~.”

“Hehe, yeah. He even said I went to go and complain to the site moderator. Trying to make himself look like the victim I suppose.”

All three of them continued to talk and laugh about the moment they favored in his work. And not once did they criticize him about it. The only thing they spoke about was his grammar, and he knew he still had a long way to making it better than it already was. Little did he know that they came here to not only show him they were real. But to take them with him. To give him something that was truly a wonderful gift. A new life in their world, and a story of his own to create.

Author's Note

I am trying something different with this story. This will be my first true self-insertion story. And I believe this will be the easiest one to write simply because I am looking through it with my own point of view, as myself. And this story is how I would be if this whole thing happened. Which we all know would never truly happen.

May the darkness grant you peace.