Author's Note

Hello everyone. This is the first story that I've ever written. It combines two things that I'm immensely interested in: My Little Pony and the Jack the Ripper murders (as well as the many stories written about both). As this is my first story I hope that you all won't judge me too harshly, but if you do choose to criticize, I understand completely.

Anyway, Standard Disclaimer applies here. I don't own anything except my own original characters and plot ideas. The rest is Hasbro's (or as I call them, The Shop). On with the story!

Chapter One: Ronnie's Musings and the First Murder

Ronnie's POV

There were five of us that night as we sat in a dingy, cramped cell in the otherwise illustrious Canterlot Castle, though we didn't know it was a castle back then. However, the fact that it was a cell had nothing to do with why it was cramped. The cell was made for smaller beings. In fact, it was made for ponies. Ponies that could talk and sing and feel just like any human could. That might sound strange, but there's a good reason for that: it IS strange. It only gets weirder when you take into account the different types of ponies. There are ponies with wings called pegasi, ponies with horns who can do magic, actual magic, that are called unicorns, and earth ponies who look like the horses back home.

I had no idea how I ended up in magical pony land or where the others are from. All I knew was that we all arrived in the same spot. That's when the trouble began for us...

Flashback

"Oof!" I landed on the ground with a hard thud. I didn't even have time to get my bearings when something fell on top of me. As I winced from the impact I heard another thud to my right, and another couple of crashes to my left.

"Wh- where am I?," a decidedly male voice from above me asked tentatively, as if they couldn't tell that they were laying on top of someone.

I turned my head as much as I could towards whoever was lying on me. "Would you kindly mind getting the hell off of me?" The guy scrambled off in a hurry. "Thank you. Now who are you and how did we get here, wherever "here" may be?" The boy (he looked about seventeen or eighteen so boy indeed) was about to answer when a shout from the right distracted us.

"What is this?! What am I doing here? Who are you people? Are you kidnappers?" The woman screamed as if she was a two-bit extra in a cheap monster movie. She looked between me, the boy, and the two who were still collapsed on the ground. Her eyes swiveled to and fro madly, like a rabid dog being teased with a t-bone steak.

I raised my hands to my chest in a shrugging sort of gesture. "Ma'am , we're not kidnappers. We mean you no harm. Frankly, I'm just as scared and confused as you are," I told her. This seemed to calm her down, at least for the moment. "Now, does anyone have any suggestions on what we should do, because I'm stumped." At that moment the fourth member of our little party decided to get up.

"That was a great drink! I think I'll have another Ph-," the man paused mid-sentence. He looked around, stumbling a bit as he did. "Phil? Hey Phil, where did you go? For that matter, where's the bar?" He seemed thoroughly puzzled and yet somehow completely nonchalant at the same time.

"Ahhh!" "Monsters!" "Celestia help us!"

I whirled around at the sound of multiple voices from behind us. I couldn't believe my eyes. Standing before me were small creatures that sort of looked like horses, except that they were technicolor, had oddly shaped muzzles, strange images adorned their flanks, and some of them had wings or horns. For crying out loud, they looked like something out of a cheap Saturday morning cartoon! The woman that I'd been trying to calm down looked at the equines and started screaming again.

"What the fuck are those things?! Someone must've drugged me, I know they did. Which one of you was it?!", the lady yelled at each of us, throwing accusations faster than someone who wore tinfoil hats to protect from probing. Spittle flew from her mouth as she continued to grow more unstable. In fact, she was still screaming when I was hit by something from behind me and I lost consciousness.

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I woke up later with no idea how much time had passed. I looked around, hoping what had come before had been nothing more than a bad dream. Unfortunately, it was all confirmed to be real by the two equine things in front of me. They both had white fur coats from what I could see. However, much of their appearance was covered by the strange golden armor that they wore. There was a blue starburst of sorts on the armor's breastplate (is it still called a breastplate if the armor belongs to a horse, I wondered deliriously). We were in a room constructed of dark gray bricks. On the floor nearby the four people that had landed near me earlier were laid out. There was a wooden door with metal bolts on it behind the horses. I assumed that we were in a jail or dungeon of sorts and that the two in the armor were guards. As I watched, one of them left the room we were in. I decided to try questioning the other guard.

"Hey, where's that other person going?", I asked. The guard gave no answer, not even moving or acknowledging my existence. "Excuse me, sir or ma'am, maybe you didn't hear me. Can you please tell me where the the person who was just here is going?" Still no answer. I decided to be a little bolder and tap him or her on the shoulder. "Hey, I'm talking to you." At this the guard pushed me back and finally started talking.

"Get back! No one is supposed to speak with you until Captain Armor gets here!", the guard said in a decidedly male voice.

"Then why are you talking to it, Private Drill?", a voice from behind the guard uttered. He moved out of the way and allowed the speaker to enter the room. It was a white horse with a horn jutting out of its forehead. A unicorn, an honest to God unicorn! What other surprises could this place have I wondered. Judging by it's voice, it was also a guy.

"Uh ... what happened?" It was at that time that one of the others had decided to get up. It was the young looking one. "Last I thing I remember was a bunch of rainbow horses..." He trailed off as he saw the unicorn. "Holy shit! Is that an actual unicorn?! I must be dreaming or dead or something."

"You're not dead, at least, not yet." The unicorn spoke up. "However, you will be in a rougher state if you call us whorses again. That's a serious insult around here. We're ponies." At that point his horn started glowing with a weird blue aura. His helmet got covered in the same aura as it was lifted into the air as if by magic or some kind of psychic force. "My name is Shining Armor, and for the time being I'm in charge of what happens to you all from here on out. I will take you from here one at a time and interrogate you in order to make sure that you pose no dire threat to our society."
He then looked straight at me and pointed at me with his right forehoof. "You. Come with me." And with that, I was escorted out of the room.

Shining led me into a room down the hall. It looked like your stereotypical interrogation room setup. There was a wooden table in the center of the room with a chair on either side of it. The only thing missing was the small lamp to shine light in people's eyes. This made me wonder if these ponies had discovered electricity or not. I quickly put that thought out of my head as I had bigger things to worry about.

"Why don't you sit down in that chair? Make yourself at home, we could be here for awhile." Shining pulled out a chair and sat down. Not seeing any other choice, I sat down as well. "So, how about we start this off easy? What's your name and what species are you? Don't try lying because I'll know, I cast a lie-detecting spell." I raised an eyebrow at this. Did this guy really think magic is real? Then again, it would explain the strange aura and how he removed his helmet earlier. I decided not to take any chances and tell him what he wanted. He didn't look too threatening, but you never know.

"My name is Ronnie Wilkerson. I'm a male human being, and I promise that I, nor the other, pose any threat to you or your people," I said.

"That all seems to be the truth, but the verdict's still out on the "mean no harm" part," Shining said. "Now, how did you come to arrive here in Equestria?", he continued.

I took a deep breath before telling him the next part. I wasn't sure if he'd believe me, even with the lie detection. "I don't have a clue as to how I arrived in ... Equestria did you say? Anyway, I don't know how I got here. One minute I was asleep in my bed after a long day and the next thing I knew, I was falling from the sky into magical pony land." I again started to entertain the notion that I was still in bed and that this was a dream. My thoughts were interrupted by Shining clearing his throat.

"Yes, well, that as may be, until we can determine exactly how dangerous or non-dangerous you are, as well as what the other hyu-mans know, we're going to have to keep you here." Shining got out of his chair and gave a small smile. I hope that means that I won't be hurt or killed. Shining continued, "I think that this interview is about done. I'll take you back to the holding cell."

Shining walked me back to the cell. He whispered to the guard and headed out of the cell. After he had gone, the guard left and the door was locked. This was a good time for me to learn more about those that I arrived with.

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Jack's POV

I slipped through the shadows of Canterlot as a low-hanging fog rolled in. A predator on the prowl in the concrete jungle, I stalked through the darkness towards the corners where my prey lurks. I walked down side streets and back alleys until I saw her. She was a russet colored mare with a dark brown mane. She wore a dress with lots of ruffles, with a bottom that rides high enough to show off the fishnet stockings she was wearing on her hind legs. The cheap fucking tart was nice and pretty, but I could make her a work of art.

I sauntered up to her and engaged her with a satchel full of bits that I'd taken from a stallion that'd fallen asleep in the street. These sluts were all the same, just show them the money and they'd follow you to the ends of the world. As long as the money kept rolling in they would do whatever you wanted, from just keeping you company in a completely innocent way to blowing you in a public alleyway and swallowing afterwards. I lured her into a shadow filled nook in a nearby byway. She turned around to take off her dress as I'd requested, which gave me ample time to bring out my knife.

The moment she turned back around I slashed the knife across her throat. The knife cut through her so easily that I could feel it scrape against her spine. I started slashing at her again before her blood even had a chance to reach the ground. I hacked and slashed, bits of gristle and viscera flying through the air. By the time I was finished her throat was basically nonexistent and her face was a oozing mass of twisted, unrecognizable flesh.

In the distance I could hear somepony whistling. It was most likely the local beat officer doing their rounds. As I fled the scene before the law could get much closer, I thought of my work and how I was just getting started.