This story has had so many inspirations and sources that it would be impossible to list them here. But now that if yo see something faimiliar it is probably a parody of that.

General Dover and his submarine fleet were in the center of Korea Bay. The nuclear sumbarine, glinting underwater with the sleek iron thread of modern machinery sported its portable breeder reactor in the bottom left of the hull. To complete the picture the beep of the floundering sonar echoed trying to locate itself in a choppy sea.

"What the shit is going on? Why can't we see the bottom of the ocean?" asked Commander Donovan. He sported the grin of the "Bear", that character from the Tarantinos movies capable of killing several nazi soldiers with his bare hands.

Grisle the scientist onboard tapped at his computer madly and what he saw surpised him.

"It seems the bottom of the ocean has moved." He stated in a plain an bored monotonous voice.

How can that be?" asked Drooler. The nickname stuck when they other boys in the sub found his tendency to drool right after a good wank. Now whenever his mouth seemed the tiniest bit moist everyone would refuse to shake his hand.

"The gravity field has shifted." He stated ingoring Drooler dumb question. "Either that means that the the interferometer is broken or the planet earth has had a close encounter with a black hole."

"So it's broken?" asked General Dover pointing to the gigantic tube that ran across the biggest submarine ever built. Ever since it had become possible to create anti-matter bombs the countries of the earth, or at least those who seemed to give a shit about progess, rushed in a news arms race to develop the new most powerful weapons.

In space it had become possible to travel far and wide in the solar system bringing along platinum-filled meteorites. They not only made Elon Musk the richest man in the history of mankind but also prevented the economic collapse that would follow the decline in reserves of oil.

Thus in the sea and all along the world particle scientists and astrophysicists were rushing to try and develop and new nearly infinite source of clean energy and make sure that the United States kept supremacy, for fear of what Vladimir Putin II or China might do with such weapons.

The inteferomenters were pouring data like crazy showing the inner structure of the universe.

This was a sight that only scientists got to behold. A privilige not for mortal eyes. The cascading iridescence of pulsing nebulae as neutron stars within rushed to hug one another as they bleeped, joining into a black hole. The blinding a-thump-a-thumping waves pulling and pushing the bare holding of creation. Gravity waves that wiggled the atoms in Drooler's nose making it seem ridiculous.

Grisle wanted to wipe a tear at being at the fore front of this discoveries and being the man that had finally killed physics by unifying the three fundamental forces and quantifying spacetime.

Despite having disproven string theory many of its wackier consequences were still in effect including the topological rending of the universe into a parallel avenue.

So it was that with the glee of drug addict, the rush of a new mother and the the antipication of a prisoner escapee he recognized what had happened.

"Well shit," he said smiling. "Seems that the North Koreans finally managed to rip a hole into the continuum."

All around alarms were blaring blasting their annoying wail into the ears of the captains. Had Drooler not been busy being started by one of the siren's warnings he might have noticed how his hands, face and body were contorting pulsing manically as the gravity waves did their thing, pushing and pulling.

New and unseen colours, illusions of a mushed in brain, drummed into the crew. The growing parasitic rhythm cosuming their attention, Charlie's Chocolate Factory terror tunnel had nothing on this. Eyeball were swirling out of their suckets.

Pushing and Pulling. The eternal battle of the metric tensor against the dark energy machine,

And everything banished.

The sound of metal being compressed tore the tymapni of several crew memberz but Gristle and anyone with a brain simpy grabbed a pair of earmuffs.

Drooler was of course bleeding from the left.

"Grisle," asked the General. "Care to explain what happened?"

Lyrac Grisle raised an eyebrow.

The general was flustered. He knew that Gristle did not suffeer fools gladly and that he only replied stupid queistions with stupid answers. Some other generals would have wanted to crush Gristle spirits and rebellion.

Dover liked Gristle cynicism. Furthermore he knew that you couldn't cusuh Lyrac's sprit.

"So we are in the middle of a black hole?" He took a guess based on the reports that he had read. Though he probably didn't need them . Not being a morron Dover understood that some sort of singularity was formed and that it was Kim Jong Un's responsability.

"Yes," he replied. His hands looking like spaghetti from all the stretching. Everything was still expaning or contracting but things were more manageable. "I managed to seal it behind us. Using the gravitic cannon. This has depleted our reserves so if we are still on Earth we are going to die," Gristle was smiling the smile of someone who couldn't care less if he died.

"But we are not inside a black hole but in another universe."

Everyone's eyebrows shot up, except for Drooler. He still was confused.

"What do you mean another dimension! Did you do this?" He was grasping Gristle but the collar.

"Yes."

"Why?" he asked punching Gristle in the face.

"That's enough! He just saved planet Earth," said Donovan.

"He closed some sort of anomaly right?" asked some technician behind a screen.

"Yes," replied Donovan. "The boys downstairs just told me that they can't find their position in the universe using the interferomenter network".

"We are not in Kansas anymore" quoted Gristle and spit some blood and three teeth while raising up.

"So where are we?" asked Donovan and Taylor Lieutenant of the Air Force.

"The North Koreans were said to be trying to get help from an universe with a similar mindset." Another totalitarian hellhole most likely.

"It is said that currently they were focusing in just getting to a place with sentient beings that weren't murderous cannibals or rapists."

"And they would find that because?" asked Taylor.

"How likely do you think it is that a bunch of aliens would share our same morality?" Dover scuffed at the idea of Gristle having a morality. "They might think that raping young members of their species is an honour. And that failing to be raped was child abuse. He paused for effect and thought that already on Earth people have myriad of opinions of what is right and what is wrong.They might think that cutting one's arms could be a fun actvity, if the can easily regrow arms that is."

"They were just looking for similar realities with similar ethics and were probably using the computer and that kidnapped sod's expertise-"

"You mean Clements the first person to devlelop a sentient AI?"

"Yes." answered Gristle.

It was no secret that Gristle didn't like Clements. In his opinion he had beatn him to the punch. Clements just implemented a lot of his ideas. They really was no limit to Gristle ambition or how many fields of science and arts the man had dabbled in.

The men poured out of the sub like little ants. Their bodies looking the part mangled from the singularity effects. The sub was embedded in the side of a mountain in what appeared to be a forest.

A forest with some giant floating letters. Everyone tried to read the massive sign.

Everfree Forest.

"How very convenient," said Gristle sarcastically. "Our new home has all its topography labed backwards."

By pointing this out he earned a cuckle from the other crew members. Meaniwhile a white pony in a throne sneezed.Who would be so dumb as to post a giant floating sign telling you your current location and doing it backwards? It was like paying for an airplan to spell your name but doing it in a way it could only be read from above.

"Maybe it is for fliers?"

Gristle mulled over the idea. Yes perhaps it was for some sort of flier. Though the onyl way to tell was to see how high these fliers could fly.

Grisle slid down the sub and was thus the first interdimensional travel.

Stealing everyone's thunder? mused Dover

Oxygen in a 50% concetration meant that they would have to get used to this envorement or die.

But the fact that this reality seemed so similar to Earth brought a spark of admiration in Gristle for the North Koreans.

Meanwhile in a purple's pony room.

"Argh! Where is it? WHERE?" asked Twilight Sparkle current princess of Faggic, the Magic of Friends.

"Keep it down. I am reorganizing my powerponies plushies!"

Spike, who was now the size of Ponyville grunted. His chuckle of sarcastic deppression shaking the sorrowful ground of Equestria despairing for the fate of one of its children. For as avery foal knew by the age of five Dragons were the primordial offsping of the God of the Earth, Girffons of the sky. And anywhere outside Celestia's domain Ponies were said to come from excrement of Man, thought a very resentful Spike who had grown to hate ponies ever since that fell day of October.

The dragon had remained with Twilight despite his growing a hundred time its size due to Little Sparkle's desires, and spells.

Eventually Spike had realized that Twilight had effectualy trapped him inside the the castle. Too fat to get out, too lazy to raise up and escape.

But he couldn't. He wished that someday some stray shrinking spell hit him. Or killed him. Living splayed like a giant crushed toad underneth a castle was not fun.

For underneath the Castle of Sparkles a dragon the size of a village chubby with a billion gem's worth of pounds struggled to move even an inch.

The new underground hall of tunnels that housed Spike's rotund body where built during several year of hard work and it was during the underground expansion of the castle that Twiling had discovered her current predicament.

Hundreds, nay thousand of skulls. Griffons, ponies, and even alicorns.

The trial of Pinakmena Pie the world's most feared murder was about to begin and Twilight had lost her notes.

"You know," mused Spike. "I alwasy knew there was something weird about Pinkie. I mean those strange supernatural powers that you tried to explain..."

"Yes," Purple replied. "They seemed like magic. But that should not be possible! She is not a unicorn! Or a zebra!"

"Well how else do you explain the party cannons that always seemed to come from nowhere? Or her ability to appear at multiple places at the same time?"

"Er..."

Before Twilight couldn say something stupid, like magic does as magic does, Spike said.

"Magic has rules. I never understood why you Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Faggic the most powerful force of Equestria listened to the dementia mumbles of a simpleton."

"Hey! Granny Smith and the Apples might all have severe mental retardation but that doesn't make them evil!"

Spike raised his eyebrow like saying, when did I say that?

"They maybe smelly because unlike other farmers they don't believe in showers."

"And they may be dumb because instead of using the manure of the cows the using their own!"

Spike swore to never eat a zap apple again.

"And they may be mentallly retarded. But they are not resposible for setting all the shrinking spells scrolls on fire! That was me..."

Spike wanted to murder that purple puny.

"I mean... er... It was them! The Apples did it. Spike they are the ones that want you trapped under ponyville because they are so dumb that they think that dragons like to eath Earth Ponies".

Stop teasing me! Foolish Pony Rumbled Spike.

You do not know what you deal with by making yourself enemy of a Dragon

Before Sparkles could try and calm the Dragon the down the gemstones of peace andf hippy love activated and teleported the Mane Six, including Pinkamena the child eater right outside the sub.

"Halt there in the name of Friendship." said Sparkle.

"Landing a metal beast in the forest of right after an obvious interdimensional accident and failing to bow to Celestia is a crime against Ponyhood"

"Forests are places where murderes hide and where children go missing!"

Twilight was spinning in the air while the others listened and Pinkie escaped.

"For daring to disturb the peace of the wonderful Everfree. Me Sailor er... Princess of Faggic Twilight Sparkle and the props that you see behind me will punish you!"

Said props were bleeding profusely. What did you expect? That the ponies would win? Maybe if they were horses or something. This are ponies.

Rainbow Dash tried to fly away and drop kick them.

Gristle moved to the side while she descended straight towards him and she split her skull on the hull.

Pinkamena ran and ran.

Fluttershy died of heart attack not from fear but from eating too many donuts. Girl had let herself go. Also seeing so many of her animal friends die of old age had done her in.

Rarity was shot in the horn.

And Applejack was fighting with the CMC.

The CMC were trying to convice Applejack that she was fighting the wrong enemy.

"Shut up you stupid earth pony with a magenta bow."

"I'll crush you."

And thus Apple Boom died.

Thus the legendary and very heritable stupidity of Apple Family legay was cut down by one member.

The only remaining ponies now were Sweetie Belle, which was also bleeding, Scootaloo, and Sparkle.

"Noooooo. My weakness! Long speehes!" Next time I swear I will cut it down to two minutes!

Scootaloo escaped and Sparkle was taken in by Gristle.

AppleJack helped some pony named Pinkie to carry her missing sister Sweetie Belle into the forest

What a nice pony, thought Applejack, so concerned for her missin' sister.

The corpse of Appleboom twitched. Sweetie Belle meanwhile knew that she was going to be eaten by Pinkie, The worst part was that Applejack would probably help. Meanwhile inside the sub Gristle was integorrating Sparkle.

A few hours later Gristle was down in the submarine's "enhaced interrogation chamber". Congress had rebanned all forms of torture but the few soldiers that actually suffered hits from the fighting ponies wanted to reinstate it.

In these dank corridor the crouching figure of Gristle, with half of his teeth gone from the resulting gravity crushdown was questioning a very smug looking TS.

"So, these elements of faggines," he said poiting to some magic rocks in the bedside. "Allow you to do "magic"."

"It is not ""magic"" it is real magic!"

"So you can hear puncutation?"

"Err... yes."

Lyrac was twiddling the cut horn that he just sawed.

"And the horn allows you to do magic?'

"Yes. Now put it back in so I might kill you."

It seemed that Gritle was about to comply.

But he said No. And stuck a black salami in there and taped to TS brow.

Meanwhile Gristle put the horn in his forehead.

Think of faggy thinks, friendship and rainbows, Grsitle meditated.

The horn started to glow.

Alas poor Gristle was bowled over by Drooler before he could unveil the very cool secrets of nether Arcana. TM.

"Twilight Sparkle is that you?" He said looking like a sweaty impression of a Comic Con Nerd.

The man and his vissibly inflated skin pores were pulsating not with sweat from the overwhelming heat but rather from the sheere antipipation he felt upon seeing Twilight Sparkle form in life. Glistening and approaching said Pony who seemed to contract in disgust Gristle yellow teeth dre closer and closer.

Gristle alerted evryone of Drooler treason through the radio.

"You are my sixth favorite pony of the Mane Six." He stated pointing his thum at the sky. "Will you answer my many questions ? Like is Luna a lesbian? Is she available? Do you think that we humans are sufficiently... er... 'packed' to satisfy her?" This last question he said in a retrieving shyness looking down at the ground, silently regretting something.

The man continued to list endles and callow foolishness.

Twilight looked at Gristle, like saying, you have to deal with the morron.

Gristle looked at twilight, like saying, yes.

You haven't seen Applejack, seemed to say Twilight.

And then Drooler took the horn and duck tapped it to Twilight.

"Ha! Prepare to be blasted aways."

Gristle raised his eyebrow and was blasted with a rainbow of colors.

All that remained of him was a some silver pony with a golden mane.

It arose and looked skpetically at its body, perhaps thinking that he was drugged out of his mind.

"So the elements of Harmony tranfosrmed me into a filly." He said in a stoic and somber tone. That sounded alot less cynical coming from an image of adorableness.

"I must say the transgender part of me doens't mind the gender.
But I would rather stayed a human." She said.

Dover then entered the room and shot Sparkle. In the plot. She bent over a hee-haw like a mule in heat lamenting the loss of her left Gluteus.

"So gristle is now a pony?" asked Donovan, and poiting to the silver unicorn.

Alas before anyone could kill Drooler he blasted the entire sub with the Elements ofr Harmony.

"Yes" said Grislte in her new female voice.

"And you now too are ponies."

Taylor thought that they were sent to some sort of hell dimesnsion to pay for their sins. And that the onyl way the otherwise incomepetent North Koreans could have possibly opened a portal into another universe was if they made a deal with the devil. He remembered masturbating and looking at porn magazines, and like the priest from Left Behind he blushed in utter shame.

"So the devil is a horse." He muttered swearing to never sin again. No more.

With that they proceeded to trample the still human, and still brony, Drooler. Stampeding upon him it was unbelievable that the man was still alive, perhaps the elements were protecting? thought Lyrac.

Author's Note

So there you have it. I will only continue and correct the typos if you read and review. If the story is ingored I don't think it will be very long.