The one thing that adventurers had in common, they all had a beginning and leave behind a legend. Only the beginning of these four adventurers in another world begin on earth. Four college roommates each doing their one thing inside their two story house that was near a college on the far side of the county.

“Ugh, bastard should’ve kept his damned trap shut,” a male voice said as he was bandaging his hands.

This was Michealangelo Johnson, a 19 year old college student that was one of the more rowdy ones of the group and Is more of the wild one of the group and tends to sometimes get his friends into trouble. But he is always there to help his friends if the going gets tough. He gets ticked off if anyone insults his dead family. The only thing he remembered from his childhood was the fact that they were adventurers that explored lost temples to find rare treasure. He was easily 6’5 and with a medium build as a college gym assistant, and dark skin working out a short goatee where his chin is.

“You almost beat that last guy to a pulp, just take it easy Mike,” another voice called out bringing in water. He sounded more gentle than before. He turned over to see his other friend Mathias Vanderwulf. He was one of his roommates and he tends to be awkward around socializing especially towards women. But when it comes to finding the more peaceful road to deal with problems, he’ll take it. He stood at 6’ 1” with brown hair that reached his shoulders and eyes the same color, his skin fairly tanned from his job working outside.

“You’re lucky I managed to talk the principal into a suspension and detention rather than you getting expelled.”

“He had it coming,” Mike told him while finishing the bandages. “I’m sick of assholes like that trashing my parents like that,”

“Honestly if people are trash enough to have to resort to that they don’t need a beating, they need therapy,” said Sam.

Samuel Ampill, their newest roommate, walked in with a cooler filled with chilled meats. He stood only around 4’ 7” tall, topped off with dark brown hair. His green eyes were filled with tired mirth, having lost his third bout in a boxing tournament. Though he knew his miniscule, stringy frame wasn’t a match for the larger competitors, he kept at it to meet his share of the rent, which the rest of the guys felt mixed on.

“I mean, come on. They were held back at least five semesters, there’s got to be something wrong with them, dude. I doubt a few bloody noses and broken arms are gonna change anything. Would’ve been easier to-”

“Can you stop preaching and just get the shit to the fridge!?” Zander said, whipping at him with a towel.

Zander was the last group of the four friends that lived in the house with them. A joker who tends to mess with those who fight him, only for him to knock them on their backs. However can be vicious If you set him off to a passing point. At 5’ 9”, the blonde had a decent build, bulky enough to intimidate up front, though he was quite pale due to his time spent indoors due to classes and work.

“Anyways, Mike you gotta understand that people like that get you riled up on purpose just to get a reaction,” Mathias said to him.

“I understand that, but I just can’t stand it when people are kicking my parents while they’re in the grave right now,” Mike added, while looking out of the window. “How would you feel if you heard someone saying anything like that about your parents?”

“Personally, I’d agree with them, but what do I know? They walked out and stuffed me with the bill,” Sam said, packing the fridge. “The fact you feel this way about them proves how great they were, so at least know that they were better than most and take pride in that. So let’s move on to something else! I got a good number from a guy at the ring who bet against me in that last fight, so let’s bet on it! We play MK11 and see who walks away with a crisp $300!”

“Oh yeah, they just had that new DLC! Dibs on Fujin!” Zander said.

“I’m taking Robocop and no one can stop me!” Mathias said, rushing to grab his arcade stick.

“Oh you’re on, I call the Terminator!” Mike called out, grabbing a nearby controller.

Sam finished putting away the groceries and pulled out his wallet, slapping six $50 bills onto the table before plugging his arcade stick into the PS4. The guys gathered in the living room, Zander sitting on the stairs with a normal controller while Sam sat on the floor by the TV, Mathias and Mike sitting on opposite ends of the couch.

Screaming, cursing, laughs and rage consumed the room as the madness of their matches helped them lose track of time. Sam’s inexperience with Robocop ensured his defeat at Mike’s hands as the Terminator, though Zander’s Fujin stomped Mathias’ Raiden. Mike and Zander were screaming across the room at each other, their controllers rattling as they tried to outpace one another’s attacks. Eventually, Zander’s skills outmaneuvered Mike’s and Fujin landed the final blow at the end of the third round.

“Yeah!” Zander screamed. “Money!”

“Ah, dang it!” Mike said. “That means he gets the pile.”

“If you’ll excuse me, there’s some purchases that need to be made,” Zander chuckled as he picked up the cash and put it in his pocket.

“Lucky,” Mike said in a casual tone. He was about to pick up the controller, when he heard the doorbell ring. “Who’s that?”

“I’ll get it,” Zander replied as he got up and walked towards the door. A few seconds later, they heard him say something about being a friend of Mike’s, followed by the door closing. He walked in, a box in hand said to Mike, “You got mail.”

He set the box on the table as Sam picked up the controllers.

“What’s this for?” Mike asked, looking at Zander

“Guy said it was for you dude,” He replied as he looked at the box. “Don’t know what’s in it, though.”

“There is a note on top of it,” Mathias said as he picked up the paper and read it.

“‘Dear Michelangelo,

We hope this package finds you in good health one day. At the time you’re reading this, it’s time to pass on a family secret held on for hundreds of years, and now the mantle rests in your hands. Inside this box are four medallions of otherworldly origin and unparalleled mystic power. With them, you and whoever you trust with your life are given the fate of worlds, to either save or destroy. Though your mother and I likely won’t be present to see how it turns out, we know that through it all, you’ll do fantastic with whatever fate you forge for yourself

Take care of yourself

P.S., don’t let the obvious distractions keep you from finishing your quest. If your mother wasn’t there, I might have accidentally let the apocalypse happen, so keep yourselves in check. Love, Mom and Dad’.”

The group sat in silence as they exchanged looks before Sam took out a switchblade.

“The fuck’s that mean? End of the world and magic? We’ve gotta see what’s in there.”

Sam flipped the blade out and twirled it, presenting the handle to Mike so he could open the box himself. Slowly taking the blade, Mike eyed the box over again. A package from his parents, years after their death, talking about strange cryptic stuff had scrambled his thoughts like a blender.

The knife plunged into the tape along the top of the box, and suddenly, only barely though, the temperature of the room heightened. It went unnoticed by the four, though it was far from the only change that they couldn’t perceive. Shredding the tape, Mike sliced the sides and lifted the flaps to find four medallions resting on a book.

“Woah, these are the medallions?” Mike asked. “How do we decide who gets which one?”

Mathias didn’t answer, instead he closed his eyes, covered them with one hand and reached the other into the box and picked at random.

“Dude, these are the last things your parents are ever going to give you,” Zander said. “You sure you’re alright with us just… taking them? I mean, what if they’re worth, like, hundreds of thousands of dollars? Shouldn’t we sell them to a museum, or-”

“Oh, cool! A Phoenix!” Mathias said. In his hand was a red and yellow-crested medallion the size of a baseball, the emblem of a blazing bird with its wings outstretched as it bellowed fire from its beak. The back had the same design, only rotated to be upside-down.

“What!? I want one!” Sam said, digging in and grabbing one. “Sweet, a Dragon! But it’s cracked along the neck.” In his hands was a silver talisman with blue trims, a dragon curled up with its wings folded, fire sprouting from its spines and scales as it consumed a star.

Zander sighed in resignation.

“Alright, guess we’re just doing this now,” he said before reaching in. “Woah, I got a wolf,” Zander called out as he picked up the medallion, white as snow with black trim. It depicted a pack of wolves devouring a small man, though the way they were arranged shaped a larger image of a wolf that dominated the shape of the coin.

“Goess that leaves me with the last one,” Mike said as he picked up the last one and looked at it. “Wait is this a demon?” He said as he picked up the bronze medallion that had a picture of what looked like a large demon knight holding a sword in a battle stance. The demon was a large beast, with four arms dominating the upper half of the coin, one pair human and the other pair avian, the first set covered in chitin and the second part of a massive set of wings. The wings stretched down to the other side of the coin, feathered on the edge yet lined with webbing on the inside. The demon’s face was stoic, all three eyes facing forward as though it were piercing Mike’s very soul with its inanimate gaze.

“Why would my parents leave me this in a care package?” He asked the guys in confusion. “It doesn’t make any sense.”

“Maybe it’s like Zander said and they’re worth a butt-load of money,” Sam said. “I mean, look at them! That’s gotta be at least… fifteen? Twenty? Yeah, twenty bucks, right here.”

“Or maybe they’re keys to actual treasure that we could hunt down with this book, a la Uncharted,” Mathias said, picking up the book from the package.

“Maybe the book has some answers,” Mathias followed up as he took out a book that read, The Four Guardians. “Four guardians?” He added as he flipped through some of the pages of the book.

“You think these medallions are like keys or something?” Mathias asked.

“Maybe, or they could be gifts from some foreign country,” Zander said. “I mean, you did say your parents travelled a lot, right?”

“Yeah they did, but they never tell me where they’re going,” He added.

“Maybe this book has something to say about it,” Mathias followed up as he turned to a page that he thought was interesting. “Good news, the book says something about the things. Bad news, I can’t read this. Is this Latin or something?”

“Oh, well I should have taken that language course instead of buying hundreds of dollars of Warhammer miniatures,” Sam said.

“We do have google translate,” Zander followed up, pulling out his phone. “I can just type what it says and we can figure out what that is.”

“Right,” Mike said as he turned to Mathias. “Think you can use that”

“Oh, sure... it looks like I says,”

Cumque vim frigoris extremis orbis mundum revocabit notas veteres et ad propinqua verunt visitationes, per quoscumque divinæ loco. Ianuae Magicae!

“So If I just type that into google translate it says,” Mathias added

When the world's edge draws cold, the world will summon the marks of old, bring the guards of time and space, through all barriers to this divine place. Teleport!

“Okay, what joke is this?” Mike asked unsure of what was going on.

Suddenly, the book in Mathias’ hands started shaking. He screamed and dropped it, the pages flowing on their own as it glowed.

“The fuck is happening!?” he screamed, scrambling to get away from the book.

The book’s light flooded the room, blinding them as the light engulfed not just the living room, but the entire house. A vortex of swirling lights spiralled around their house, the wind picking up and throwing branches and trash across the nearby yards.

While they were blinded by the book, none of them noticed the glowing medallions that still stuck to their hands. Mathias’ coin surged with fire and arced along his body, digging into his back. Zander’s coin pulsed and fused with his arm, scrying itself up its length before it nestled into his neck. Mike’s medallion crackled and burned, melting its iconography into Mike’s palm. Sam’s medallion, however, cracked and exploded where the fracture was, and as it emblazoned itself into his chest, he screamed as fire wreathed his body.

\\\//////

Mike slowly returned to consciousness, prying his face off of the floor before bracing himself against the wall, straightening out to hobble to the door.

“Ugh… what the Hell happened?” he said, running a hand over his head to soothe his headache.

Everything in the house was thrown around, from the knick-knacks that decorated their shelves to the refrigerator that was smashed into the dining room table, food and drinks splattering every surface of the room.

“Oh, that’s gonna be a pain in the butt,” he said, growling.

He clenched his hand in anger, but when he did the doorframe cracked apart, and he stumbled back. Where he had grabbed on to the wall split open. He checked his hand to see if he had any splinters, but was stunned to see his normal hand replaced with a chitinous clawed thing.

“Holy shit!” he yelled, trying to fling it off.

His other hand came up to wipe it off, thankfully still human, and after a few swipes, he started to calm down, realizing that he wasn’t feeling anything else off about his hand. After a silent moment, he brought his mutated hand closer to his face and examined it.

Blue energy glowed underneath the skin, flowing like veins and pulsing like neon lights. The surface itself was almost rock-hard but was just as light as his other arm. A few tests like flexing his fingers and swinging at the air proved that it was still fully functional, just different.

“That… that is weird. That is beyond all kinds of weird.”

“You’re tellin’ me.”

Mike turned around to see what looked like a snow-white werewolf sitting on the staircase.

“Jesus!” Mike said, falling back to the wall.

“Relax, it’s me, Zander,” the wolfman said. “I woke up like this, but I swear it’s me under all this shit. Besides, I’ve got proof,” he said, reaching into his torn jeans.

The clawed hand reached down and pulled out six $50 bills, and the wolfman smirked. Mike took a second to look between the money and the wolf before he spoke.

“Zander?”

“In the flesh,” Zander said, pocketing the cash. “Or fur, I guess.”

“The Hell happened? Are we all like… wait, where’s Sam and Matt?”

“Up here!”

They looked up to see a bird-person hanging on the fan above the living room. He was gold all around with red along the feathers and beak, brown eyes glowing in the dark of the damaged house.

“I don’t know how to get down without getting hurt,” it said in Mathias’ voice.

“Guess we’re all some kind of animal thing,” Zander said. “I thought I was tripping the fuck out from whatever my cousin left us, but if you’re seeing it too it can’t just be me.”

“I can’t feel my everything.”

The three stopped and realized who was buried beneath the remnants of the shelves and TV.

“Oh shit, Sam!” Mike said, diving to the wreckage of the TV.

Glass and wood shards heaped up on top of the small man, hiding him from view. Mike grabbed the TV by the frame and pulled it up before tipping it over to let it fall on the wall. He could see Sam looking up at him with a dizzy look.

“Oh, hey Mike. I think I broke my everything. Can you get me out of here?”

“Zander!”

“On it!” Zander said, digging his clawed wolf-hands into the pile.

“Oh, hey, Zander’s a wolf. Cool. Oh hi birdy!”

“Don’t call me that!” Mathias said.

“Oh, it’s Matt. Cool, I wonder what aminanimal I’ll be,” Sam said.

“Sam, just try not to move, alright?” Mike said, grabbing an edge of the old bookcase.

“I’m not an animal, damn it!” Mathias said, pointed a winged finger at Sam.

At that moment, Mathias’ feather flashed red and a fireball shot from it, bursting on impact with the rubble pinning Sam down.

“Holy shit!” Zander said, backing off.

“Dude, the fuck!” Mike said, glaring at Matthias.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuck!” Mathias said, his body glowing as he panicked.

His grip on the fan slipped and he fell into the fire. The moment he landed, his body flashed and the fire stopped. Mike and Zander peered into the rubble to see Mathias back to being his normal self, though his shirt was ripped apart and burned at the edges.

“What the Hell is going on!?” Mathias said.

“Please get off,” Sam wheezed.

Mathias shot up and tripped as he got away from Sam, who was finally able to move. When he slid out from the pile, the rest could see his own transformation. His head was still completely human, but from his collarbone onwards, his body was covered in nothing but silver scales, overlapping and jutting out over one another, his arms and legs ended with flexible talon-fingers. At his elbows and across his spine were small spikes of purple leathery flaps, and they extended down a long tail that ended in another clawed hand.

“Oh, oh God nothing feels right!” Sam said, crashing shoulder-first into the wall. “I feel like I went eight rounds with a steam roller and they threw me in a tornado to freshen up.”

“Are you a dragon!?” Zander said.

Sam blinked and looked at his scaled hands, at first in confusion that morphed into amazement.

“Whoa! That’s awesome! I take it back, I could totally win eight rounds with a steam roller now! And… is that a tail!? AWESOME!”

He tried to flex it only for the appendage to slam on the ground and send Sam tumbling over himself.

“I’m alright! Didn’t hurt as much as the first time!”

“Okay, what the actual buttery toasted fuck is going on!?” Mathias said.

“How should I know?” Mike asked. “The last thing I remember was opening that package that my folks brought and then that book, everything else is a blur.”

The group was silent as they examined the wreckage of their home.

“Hey, didn’t I read out that weird note in the book? The one in Latin?” Matt said. “Where’d the book go?”

“Wait, where did the medallions go?” Zander asked.

“Uh, I think I found mine,” Sam said, scratching at his chest.

They looked to him and, right where he was scratching, over his heart, was what was left of the Dragon Medallion, burned into his scales.

“Why is it on your chest?” Zander asked in confusion. “It looks like it’s burned on or something, plus you don’t have a dragon’s head.”

“I don’t get how it happened,” Sam added, “but whatever it was happened to you guys too.”

“You think so?” Mike said to himself as he looked along his forearm to see where his medallion was. He looked at his upper forearm to find his medallion on his forearm now engraved on him like a tattoo. “How the hell?”

“I think mine’s in my neck?” Zander said, digging his paw into the fur of his neck, showing the medallion embedded in his neck. “Why the neck? I didn’t even put it there!”

“Uh, where’s mine? I can’t find it,” Mathias said, checking over himself.

“Turn around, I think- yep. Yeah, it’s in the middle of your back,” Sam said, pointing at him.

“How the- how did it even get there!? I was holding it! In my hand!” Mathias asked in confusion and fear. “Wait, how are we going to change back?”

At the utterance of the word, Mathias’ body flashed red. When the light faded, his feathered appearance was replaced with his normal form. He blinked, patting himself and examining his hands before he laughed.

“Oh thank God! I thought I was gonna be some freaky bird thing for the rest of my life!”

“Oh, what the Hell?” Zander said. “How come you can just turn back to normal?”

When Zander said the word, his body flashed white, and his human form replaced the wolf one. He looked over himself and smiled.

“Oh. Guess it’s just that easy. Thought I had to concentrate on something, but I guess it’s just saying the word and we’re good.”

Mike looked at his hand, the chitinous appendage gleaming as he stared at it.

“Normal,” he said.

It faintly glowed blue, but it didn’t disappear. Instead, he felt a cold sensation run up his arm, making him shiver.

“Normal! NORMAL!” Sam shouted.

He repeated the word, only for his body to remain mostly scaled.

“Okay, I guess I’m stuck like this,” Sam said. “Could be worse. I mean, at least I’m a dragon man and not something gross like a mushroom or something. So hey! Silver lining, I got cool scales now. Doubt they’d let that fly at the local fight club, though.”

“Well what we can do is figure out what happened back there, and try to-” Mike get cut off when they hear a knock at the door. “Who the hell could that be?”

“Probably some cops or something. I mean, look at this place!” Zander said, waving his arms around. “That had to have made some noise.”

“You think one of the neighbors called them?” Mathias asked.

“Probably,” Mike followed up. Mathias then looked at Sam and realized what may happen if the police saw him in their house.

“Shit, Sam, hide!” Mathias said. “You’ll freak them out with your scales!”

“Leaving now,” Sam said, running upstairs.

“Mike, you’ve gotta cover your arm,” Mathias said.

“What? How the Hell am I supposed to hide this!?” He said, pointing to his demonic arm.

“Dude, have you ever played Devil May Cry 4?” Zander said. “Just roll up your sleeve or put it in a cast or something.”

“Alright, let me get my jacket.”

Mike went off to search the shoe closet to find a jacket. While he searched through it, he could hear voices outside the cracked windows.

“Where do you think this house came from?” A female voice called out from the other side. “It's weird to suddenly see a house appear out of nowhere.”

“Wait, what’d she say?” Mathias said in confusion.

“And it sounded like male voices I heard as well,” Another female voice said in response to the first one. Around that time, Mike has a jacket on and he would hear what sounded like a conversation outside with the girls as do the others.

“Okay, the Hell are they talking about?” Zander whispered.

“Don’t know,” Mike said as he and Zander walked towards the door.

Mike pulled the jacket’s sleeve over his hand, making sure to keep it at his side while he and Zander braced themselves.

“Hello there,” Mike said, opening the door. “Is there something we can…”

Mike stopped as he looked up at the two large creatures standing at the door.

“Dude, you alright, what’s going ooOOOON!?” Zander said, backpedalling at the sight of the strange beings.

The two roommates dropped their jaws at the sight before them. Two tall creatures stood upright on two legs. Both were covered head to… hoof, in fur, one beige and the other a mint green, their faces somewhere halfway between a Human’s and a horse’s face, though their massive eyes and small muzzles were far more accommodating to look at. The beige one was slightly taller and had broader shoulders while the mint one had a horn on her forehead. They had long hair and even tails, the mint one with white and greenish-white, the beige one’s hair colored pink and dark blue. The most easily distinguishable thing that the two noticed were their very obvious female assets. Tits that were bigger than their heads, thighs thick enough to share for Thanksgiving and asses big enough to sleep on. They also happened to be wearing extremely skimpy parodies of actual armor. The large beige one wearing half of a tunic top that only managed to cover her nipples with a single band and a fur pelt that just reached over her ass, while the mint one wore a gown with plate-mail shoulders and shin guards, though it was undone in the middle to show off her tits and panties.

“Um, who are you all and are you okay?” The beige mare asked the guys who just couldn't say anything. They really didn’t know what to say since their brains were still trying to process what was going on. Just as she was about to ask something again, Mike in a panic, slams the door on their faces and puts his back towards the door. He looked like he was going to have a panic attack, looking at the guys while trying to calm down trying to think of something to say.

“Where the hell are we?” Mike whispered to the guys. “Last time I checked, Illinois wasn’t being attacked by amazonian aliens, right!?”

“Normally I wouldn’t complain, but what the fuck man!” Zander said. “Did you see the size of those things!?”

“What things are you referring to?” Mathias asked. “Because I don’t think we’re in south Illinois anymore.”

“What do you mean?” Mike asked.

“Based on what I’ve heard from what they were talking about, I think we’re in another world now,” Mathias brought up. “Question is, where are we now?”

\\\//////

“Goodness, they seemed frightened,” Bon Bon said. “I mean, I know I practiced my Intimidation skill, but those poor dears seemed terrified.”

“I can imagine why,” Lyra said. “Did you see how small they were? Poor colts must be barely old enough to live on their own, and a couple of Adventurer mares come knocking down their door, they’ll be scared of just about anything I imagine.”

The two stood there and listened to the sounds of yelling inside before they spoke again.

“Do you think they’re lost?” Lyra said.

“Well, absolutely,” Bon Bon said. “I mean, this house literally appeared out of nowhere! Those poor foals must have gotten caught in some kind of ritual that went wrong.”

“Well the fact that four colts landed in the middle of town while we’re preparing for an invasion isn't going to sit well,” Lyra added. “We gotta protect them.”

“Absolutely. Mare’s honor, we’ve got to. But how do we get them out?” Bon Bon asked. “You saw the look on his face, he was spooked when he saw us.”

“Well we can try to explain who we are and earn their trust somehow and let them know that we aren’t going to hurt them,” Lyra added as she raised her arm towards the door again.

“You’re always the cheerful one Lyra,” Bon Bon said with a smile while smacking her right on the butt cheek making the mint green mare yelp and blush. “And that’s why I love you.”

\\\\////////

“Okay, don’t panic, just don’t panic,” Mike said as he was trying to figure out what to do as were his friends. “Just need time to think and figure out our situation right now.”

“Dude, let’s face facts,” Zander said. “We’re not going to get anywhere by thinking. We turned into weird monsters and there’s alien babes outside. We’re not sitting here and doing nothing, we’ve gotta take some initiative.”

“Ey, you guys alright?” Sam asked, coming downstairs. “I heard yelling and I need a distraction.”

“Maybe if we ignore them and stay as quiet as possible, they’ll go away,” Mike said with a sigh hoping that his plan would work. “Last thing we need is some freakish horse-thing around to break shit.”

“I heard that, asshole,” Bon Bon said in annoyance on the other side.

“Now that’s just rude, calling us whorses,” Lyra said, sounding hurt on the other side of the door. “What did we ever do to you?”

“So, what’s happening and who’s outside? They sound nicer than most people that drop by,” Sam said, walking up to the door. “Huh. Neat.”

“And there’s another colt in there. Are there any more in there we haven’t met?”

“Well, there’s Mike, Zander, Mathias and myself! Name’s Sam! Who’re you two?”

Mathias facepalmed as Mike clutched his head in anger.

“Dude, we were trying to ignore them and you gave them our names!” Mike hissed.

“Oh. Whoops.”

“Wait, how’d you even hear us earlier when I said you were horses earlier?” Mike asked.

“Our ears can be pretty sensitive, you asshole,” Bon Bon growled in annoyance as she clenched her fist in anger. “And you’re really trying my patients with the whorse comments.”

“Wait, does that mean what I think it means?” Zander said. “Did we accidentally call you a slut!?” he called out.

“Oh, it’s ‘accidental’, huh? Sure, yes, you ‘accidentally’ called me a whorse.”

“We’re sorry, the closest living thing we know of that resembles you two is called that back home!” Mathias added.

“What do you mean?”

“The term ‘horse’ means the name of an animal, not to insult you guys,” Mike followed up. “Why the hell would I call you both sluts? That seems unnecessary.”

“So will you open the door now?” Lyra asked with a soft smile on her face.

“Yeah alright,” Sam said dismissively before opening the door.

The two standing there blinked as they looked at Sam, examining him with curiosity.

“Are you… a Dragon?” the mint mare asked.

“I guess so. I think it’s neat so far,” Sam said.

“‘So far’? What do you mean by- Holy Sunbutt, this place is wrecked!” the beige mare said, walking inside.

“Yeah wasn’t like this awhile ago,” Mike followed up. “I think we were unconscious by the time you guys got here.”

“I think it’s crazy at the fact that we’re talking to a pair of sapient… um, what’s the correct term we should use?”

“Ponies,” Lyra said with a smile. “The correct term is ponies.”

“Okay,” Mathias followed up with a smile.

“So, how did all this happen?” Bonbon asked looking at the boys. “You said the place wasn’t always like this, so what caused it to be this way?”

“To be honest... we don’t know,” Mathias said with a sigh. “Our friend Mike got a care package from his dead parents a while ago and it had these medallions. When I read the book that came with them, we wound up who knows where.”

“Really?”

“And to be honest, we thought we were hallucinating when we saw you girls earlier,” Zander said with an embarrassed look.

“What do you mean by that?” Bon Bon said in annoyance.

“We legit thought we were hallucinating when we first got here and that we were in a crazed dream.”

“As in… well, look at you two! You’re hot as Hell and are wearing super revealing armor. It’s almost a sight too good to be real,” Zander said.

“Flattery isn’t gonna get you boys anywhere after today,” Bon Bon followed up. “And what was this about turning into monsters I heard earlier?”

“Oh. Well, uh-”

“Wolf,” Zander said.

His body flashed white and his body grew a coat of snow-white fur through his skin. His teeth sharpened while his face elongated his mouth into a muzzle, disfiguring his face with a sickening sound. The rest of his body bulked up as he hunched over, the wolf form stopping while he was still bipedal. He turned to the mares and smiled, a fang-filled mouth grinning at them.

“Pretty sick, right?” Zander asked, looking over his hand. “I just say what form I want and I can turn into a wolf.”

“Whoa, that’s interesting,” the mint one said, circling around him. “I’ve only ever seen Changelings use that kind of magic, and even then it’s a tricky spell to use. You boys must have a lot of latent potential if your story’s true and you just had this happen.”

“I’ll say. You know, we know your names, but not to your faces. I’m Bon Bon, and that’s my wife, Lyra.”

“Well, I’m Zander. That one’s Mathias, this guy’s Mike, and that short stack is Sam, I guess.”

“Hey, I’m not short! God made me this high and said, ‘that’s enough’,” Sam said. “Also I don’t think I can do that. I tried saying, ‘normal’ and ‘human’ and everything in between. Think I might be stuck like this.”

“Oh, this is great!” Mathias said. “Fantastic! We’re stuck in another world with weird magic and now we’ve got no idea what we’re doing anymore!”

“Hey, calm down,” Bon Bon said. “We know some ponies back in the town’s Guild that could probably help you with magic. Besides, with what’s coming up, Lyra and I thought it’d be better if we took you with us.”

“Much as I’d love to, oh hold on-” Zander said. “Human.” The fur on his body flashed and burned away while his muzzle crumbled off of his face. “Guh, never getting used to that. Anyway, much as I’d love to personally accompany you, what seems to be the rush?”

“Well, it’s Bugbear migration season so the town has to put out a warning and call in nearby adventurers to protect the town,” Lyra said.

“I’m sorry, what bears?” Mathias said, his eye twitching.

“Bugbears. Part wasp, part polar bear. Extremely aggressive and confrontational beasts that won’t hesitate to naw your body in half if you smell good enough,” Bon Bon said.

“What kind of fresh Hell did we wake up in!?” Mathias screamed.

“Welcome to Equestria, colts,” Lyra said.

Author's Note

Ans thus begins the adventure of four teens winding up in a different version of Equestria. I hope that you all continue to follow this story as the adventure continues.