Sherlock: The Magical Murders

Sherlock's mind is a supercomputer. It's always frequently trying to solve problems, figure out plans, and make sense of any situation. But, the problem was, it often got bored. Turning into a brightly colored equine that had the intelligence of a human and was capable of speech was a nice new thing to try and solve. For now.

He lay there on the floor and looked around the room before turning his head to the biggest horse-thing, with both wings and horn. "This room is decorated horribly."

The two horses stood there in shock before the smaller, purple horse said, "You just teleported in front of the most important pony in Equestria and you complain about how the room was decorated?!" She sounded very cross.

Sherlock only shrugged. "Well, it is." He decided to try and stand up. His legs were a bit wobbly at first, but he managed to stand on his four new legs. Then, he noticed his clothes were weighing him down. Being a pony, he was smaller than normal, and he looked like a seven-year-old trying on his dad's clothes. He walked out of them and looked over his body.

The biggest horse cleared her throat. "Excuse me sir, but why are your clothes so large?"

He looked up and answered, "Excuse me, but why do you have strange marks on your rump?" He instantly looked at his own, which showed a brain. "Huh, weird. Well, my clothes were large because I was human before coming here."

Ignoring the annoyed looks from the ponies, he focused on the now-stirring John Watson. He recognized him by his golden mane, and logically, it was the only possible person to be there. His eyes fluttered open. "Hmm... W-w-WHAT?!" A look of shock spread on his face as he stood up. Then, he noticed he was a pony. "WHAT?!" He shook his clothes off and saw he had wings. "WHAT?!?!?!" He turned around and started to run in panic..... before running straight into a wall. After smacking into it, he fell on the floor unconscious.

Sherlock snickered. "Heh! This day's becoming fun!" Then, he saw the smaller pony flick through a book. She walked over to him, using her horn to move the book to him. It was open on a page with a monstrous creature, looking like a human, but with no clothes on and the fingers were large claws. It looked more animal then human.

With fear, the purple pony stuttered, "Y-y-you were t-t-this?"

He scoffed. "What is this? I said I was human."

"That is a human," she replied, her fear turning back into annoyance.

The bigger pony spoke up. "Well, Twilight, remember that humans are myths here. We don't know much about them. Where he lives, humans might look different." She turned to him. "My name is Princess Celestia. Who are you?"

"Sherlock Holmes. Now, if I may ask, how did we get here?"

"Well, there's been horrible things happening. A murderer is on the loose, and nopony was going to answer the case. Many of my citizens are being killed, and whenever somepony took the case, they were murdered too. Out of bafflement and fear, nopony would help us. So, I decided to send out a transportation spell to transport to us anypony from the whole world who had the courage, and the knowledge to help us. But, I accidentally made the spell too strong. I made it search the galaxies, maybe even other dimensions. Do you have any questions?"

Sherlock thought for a minute. "Hmm... one. Do you have any tea? I'd really like some right now."

Before a very surprised Princess Celestia could answer, John was stirring again. He opened his eyes to find Sherlock looming over him. "John! We have a case!" The sight of a talking pony and Sherlock smiling combined made John faint again.

Sherlock sat down on the sofa across from the Princess and Twilight. John was next to him, still unconscious. In front of them was a table with a tea tray on it. The Princess decided to speak up. "Now, before we talk, can you wake your friend?"

Sherlock reached out a gray hoof and felt the teapot. "Hmm... probably." He picked up the teapot and poured some of it's hot contents on Mr. Watson's face.

"Gaaah!" He sat up and looked angrily at Sherlock before realising they were in a room full of ponies. A gray hoof grabbed his mane.

"Don't you dare faint again, or I'll pour the whole pot of tea on you and if that doesn't work, I'll find another way more painful than simply hot liquid."

The nervous orange pegasus stared shocked as the hoof moved away from him. He looked at his own hooves, then looked at all the ponies in the room. "W-w-what the hell happened?"

The Princess explained it all to him. Now, he was calmer and sipping a cup of tea. "Wow. I can't believe we're in a whole other dimension."

Sherlock yawned. "Meh, it's not much different from visiting another country. New customs, new manners, new clothes. Or lack of them."

"Not a new body! I mean, look!" John focused and slowly unfolded a wing. "I've got wings!"

"Well, lucky you John. Hip hip hooray. What do want us to do again?"

Twilight spoke up this time. "A murderer is on the loose, and is killing ponies with incredible magic forces. It's not like a single unicorn's magic, but like many at once, coming from a single thing. No trace of a pony near the crime scene, so it has to be very powerful, and we can't determine what can possibly make that much power. Now, I don't believe you two are up to the task."

John put down his tea. "Now, just why do you think that?"

Twilight's face was painted with annoyance. "You two have been around ponies for fifteen minutes. You don't have any experience in magic, so how are you going to solve magic murder? You, well just you, can not possibly believe he's surrounded by ponies and is too amazed to think right. And, this case has baffled the police all over Equestria, so how the heck are you gonna solve it?!"

"Because I know a lot about you, Twilight Sparkle."

Twilight turned in disbelief to Sherlock, who still had an emotionless look on his face. "What? You just met me! How can you know a lot about me?"

"Simple. You are a very powerful unicorn, gifted in strong magic. How can I know that? Your horn, it looks almost like the Princesses, but less used and experienced. I assume the magic coursing through a unicorn's horn wears it down and sharpens it slowly over time. Now, I also assume the Princess is very powerful, that's why she's leader, and her horn looks like it's been used many times with many experiences. Yours looks less used, but still a lot stronger than the one on the maid who brought in our tea, and the mark on your rump is magic sparkles. I assume that means what you're good at because John's is a medical cross, and mine is a brain. You're very studious and a bit of a nerd. How? When I said I was a human, what did you do? Go to look in a book. You knew where the book was on the shelf the moment you got to it and went to the page very quickly. That means you've read the book before and partly memorized it, but you like to double-check. Your mane looks very messy, meaning you study long into the night, and not styled in any way, meaning you don't really care much about your appearance. And your eyes. They look everywhere, scan everything, they try to take in as much information as possible and analyze it. You're a scholar, and a very keen one at that. Anything else? Well, one last thing. You are a student of the Princess. You're very close to, and not so intimidated by her and she acts a bit like a mother toward you. You obviously have been around each other a long time. You're a very strong unicorn, so the Princess would obviously put a nerdy, strong unicorn in some sort of school. And when there's a super serious murder going on, why would a Princess invite a mere regular unicorn to help solve it?"

The Princess and Twilight sat there, mouths open in awe. John was just like them, but his mouth was smiling as well as gaping in awe. Sherlock simply sat there, an undetermined look on his muzzle. He took a sip of his tea and then said with a smirk, "Well, do you think we're up to the task?"