Maybe a little arrogant, Boston has always had trouble making close friends. After a race, he is dropped into a medieval world of ponies and has to find out how he got there as well as someway to fit in. A hard proposition considering the ponies don't speak English.

I've already written about 20k words for this story, but awhile back I lost some passion for it. I decided to finally polish up what I had and post it here. If you all find it interesting and want to see more I'll probably continue with it. I'll add the next few chapters I've already written as I edit them.