Lost with Destiny

by Hidden_Night

Rating: teen
Tags: Profanity, Adventure, Human, Main 6, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 3599

So I am a unicorn, awesome! What’s not awesome is being able to see the future, hurts my head.

Rapid changes to my supposed "Destiny" isn't fun. First I am a human, turned pony. Though I don't know how I got here or why I am here. All I know is, someone wants me to become something, but it isn't clear.

Also it kinda hurts my head to think about this kind of thing.

Published 2023-04-04 21:50:00 UTC
Last updated 2023-07-16 11:24:02 UTC

Wake - 0 (Edited as of 7 - 9 - 2023)

Wake - Chapter 0

Waking up to the feeling of something tickling my nose. It tingled down my body and it caused me to sneeze, abruptly waking me from my silence. It kick started my fight or flight, scrambling and kicking the dirt. Only to find an orange leaf fall gently to the grass below, only for a gust of wind to carry it away. Leading my eyes to follow it.

Then it hit me, I am outside sleeping in a field in the middle of nowhere. Trees with falling autumn leaves slowly descending from the trees. It was quite a beautiful sight, though the chilly breeze leading the leaves away wasn't quite as harmonic as the scenery.

Taking a deep breath, I sat my behind on the dirt and began to think about where I ended up, slowly bringing up my arm to press against my chin.

Wait, don't I have hands?

My thoughts obstructed my pondering as I slowly looked down to my appendages. Lifting the remnants of my arm to my eyeline, only to be met with a hoof. Gray in color, round and oddly thick. Inspecting my new "arm", thinking I either lost my arm in that accident or I have begun to recognize I'm in a coma.

Though comas don't make you sneeze, that's for sure.

Putting the thought away for later, I began to slowly trail down the feature having noticed it's like my old arm. Swiftly testing how it bends, and moving my shoulder to actually see if I feel anything with the new appendage. It was surreal, everything felt as it should minus the hands. Replacing my lost digits, I felt a minor tingling sensation at the end almost like I'm trying to grasp something that isn't there.

Satisfied, I set down the new found arm and began to check up on the rest of my body, looking down I was met with another set of gray appendages. Suddenly I am a quadruped, though it looks like a horse, it's similar yet way too different.

Piecing together what I know, I am going to safely assume I am now an alien. That or a fucked up horse.

With an answer in hand, I pushed myself forward. Attempting to stand with the new body.

If I did it while panicking, I can do it with my senses intact.

A swift push off the ground and now I am standing, all four ends touching the ground, straightened back, eyes forward. Remarkably easy, now for the difficult part. Unsure as to how to even walk, I moved my left half of my body forward, planting them on the dirt then doing the same with the right. Taking it slow and steady as to get my bearings while walking down the woods.

It worked for the most part, before twisting one of my ancles on uneven dirt and stumbling to the left, hitting my forehead on a tree. Though for some reason, I feel the pain intensify on my forehead, and it's getting more intense!

“aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" I yelled, feeling pain course through my forehead, like a metal rod decided to dislodge in my head and wiggle around for fun. The recursive pain kept fluctuating through my head. Biting my tongue and feeling tears form in my eyes I tried to sooth the pain, hissing to myself as I pulled myself away from the tree.

I tried to get my new body parts to my head to sooth the pain, only to land chin first into the dirt. Sure, it hurts but not as much as the pain in my forehead. Though it only worsened the tears forming, blocking my vision.

Keeping my positioning on the dirt below, I reached up and slowly rubbed my head, only to find a protruding bump upon my head. It sent a shiver down my spine at the gentle touch, it was sensitive little thing there. It soothed the pain with the gentle care. Though something flickered when I tried to focus on the appendage to feel what's wrong.

Small sparks descended from my head, I trailed the sparks and cleared my eyes of tears with a quick rub. Seeing something I somehow haven't noticed. A horn. Swelling with excitement I tried to focus on the part again, seeing more sparks fall to the dirt, purple sparks. I am a Unicorn, that explains everything! My weird grey coat, my odd body parts, the odd sensation of extreme pain, I must be a majestic unicorn.

Sure I may be a guy, and yeah I grew up with multiple sisters, but unicorns are cool! They're a horse with a knife for a forehead, or spearhead or magic gun. Plus they're typically magical creatures, so if I can make sparks happen what else can I do? I was getting giddy with excitement before stopping myself.

Wait, I still need shelter, food, and water.

Lifting myself off the ground I shook my head, getting the dirt and last remnants of pain away for now. Deciding to continue my trek through the woods. It was easier this time, instead of doing it left by right for walking, I just ordered my steps. One foot then the back, then the other foot, then the other back. One, two, three, and four.

I've been walking for what feels like hours, though most likely it's minutes. I miss my phone and my songs, made hiking a little enjoyable and kept track of time well enough. Though just my luck, I have found a dirt path, leading left and right from where I am standing. Trusting my instinct for now and heading right. Keeping myself on the right hand side of the path just in case.

Didn't have to walk far before coming across a map on a podium contained in a glass case, nearing a bridge with with running water. Checking the map first, I looked down at it, catching a bit of my reflection in the process. Though obscured, I could see I have a muzzle and my eyes were bigger than usual. Plus my head was big, I knew I had a big head but this is annoying. Though the horn on my forehead made it worth the larger head

Probably par for the course for a Unicorn, probably need the bigger head to use magic. I think.

Checking the legend and marked spots, I saw a few interesting locations, Luna Falls, some rocks, a cliff, and a village nearby under the name of Ponyville. Odd naming decision aside, I assume they're friendly with horses to not send me off to be extracted for unicorn hair.

Not a bad idea to sell my own hair if I could talk, wait I should've probably checked that first.

"Ahem, one, two, three, three, two, one," I slowly repeated, my voice sounds about the same as I remember. Though thinking about it now, they'll probably send me to a lab instead of getting unicorn hair if I spoke. Best to go cautiously into town. Though being a unicorn I'd probably get pampered and loved by everyone in the horse village.

Hehe, easy life here I come!

Keeping my eyes on the map, I found where I am, right next to the bridge with the water running down, and decided to follow the recommended trail down to the village. With the woods slowly getting less dense with trees as I continued onwards. Thatched rooves, and tall buildings slowly crept upon the horizon. I was getting close.

Though I think it's quite quaint, maybe I got sent back in time, would explain the magic, though if I did it myself or this is a reincarnation plot then I don't know. Watched too many isekai anime to know how this should go. I either am a nobody and no one pays me mind, or I am the hero of destiny. Rather not be a hero of destiny, but since I am a unicorn, I probably got sent to the role of destined greatness with hardship by default.

I wonder what grand quest I have been sent upon.

My thoughts were abrupted when I slowly marched into town, staying on the path and seeing oddly colorful horse like aliens. Like me, they had the same features, four round appendages, fur and a large head. Noticing an interesting feature, each one of them had a unique picture on their butt. Saw a rose, an hour glass, three apples, a large green apple on the biggest horse I have seen yet, and three pieces of candy. Though her friend’s was covered up by her body.

Quickly checking my own butt only to find nothing, I am blank. Unless they’re called Flanks, which is probably more likely then butt. Blank Flank does sound better than Blank Butt, despite the alliteration.

Must be a tribal thing, tattoos to match your job or whatever.

With a spark of my horn for confidence I just walked in. One step at a time, though with an audience before me it’s starting to get to my head a little. Find something useful to do before finding the way home. Pretend to fit in, hopefully the human owners that will eventually come around won’t question me intruding.

The barn in the distance is probably where they live. God only knows if these horses are treated correctly. Rather not get shot in the head for not walking right. Though with how colorful everything is here. I’m probably fine.

Heading down the path, this “Ponyville” is an odd mix of modern and medieval architecture. Thatch roofed buildings with wooden walls, but I can see a fridge in some of the windows that lead to the kitchen, so they have some modern furniture. Probably a tourist spot, let people live among horses for a couple days does sound like a horse girl’s fantasy.

Why do I get the feeling someone is trying to tell me something?!

With the thought going through my head I turn around quickly to be stared down by the biggest blue eyes I’ve seen on a horse. A pink pony with the poofiest hair I’ve seen. Though her eyes examined me for a moment, and with a gasp she began floating. I don’t even want to know how, and got closer to me. Somehow bringing wagon with her from somewhere.

Hammer-space comes with this form?

With a tug on the screen, loud up beat music began to play, with the wagon producing cannons and shooting confetti into the air, somehow coating the area around me with streamers, balloons, a cake, and some fun decorations. Though with the “Welcome to Ponyville” written on a banner above me.

“WELCOME TO PONYVILLE!” The loud pink girl yelled out, her high pitched voice sounds squeaky and bubbly enough for me to not be annoyed at how loud she is. Almost like a little sibling.

“What?” Was all I could say to this odd moment.

Author's Note

Fledgling writer here, and a fledgling fan. Not new to the craze of my little pony, but wanted to write about it. Got into MLP:FiM 3 years after it ended so this is pretty cool. Hope to write more!

Any criticism and help is appreciated!

What - 01 (Edited as of 7 - 16 - 23)

“What?” Was all that was going through my mind, yet when I stared at her. Peering into her eyes, my head began to tingle.

“What the fuck?” Was all I heard through my thoughts, I saw something about another horse, only gray and holding a rock, and a lanky one who reeks of a stick in the mud.

Then it just stopped, the pink girl was just going on and on about how she felt something twitchy twitch, leading her to rush around town to find this new friend. At least, a new face, something to that effect.

It was a lot.

Wait she’s talking to me directly now, should probably listen in.

“-and then I asked around to see if anyone was going to repent a house soon! No idea who wouldn’t rent a house if they were visiting for at least a day! Look at the time! You’re definitely gonna be staying, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that it would be easier to set up the party wagon and do it right here -“ blah blah blah blah blah

Or not, she’s exaggerating her movements with oddly flexible forelegs, almost like they were arms. I should look into that more often, maybe I could learn a thing by watching her.

Though she talks a lot, too much, it hurts my head even more than earlier, reminds me of my younger sister, really excitable and won’t shut up. Thank god for her, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to stand her.

Though, I keep seeing this odd gray horse with the stick in the mud, wait no, that’s now a rock or a very convincing statue of him.

Someone should do something about that, but it looks like she’s taking him home, to be fixed. Maybe?

Wait is she…?

Oh god, she's getting underneath the statue. I didn't want a full view of that!

No! Don’t do that to a rock! Get away from that lower section!

Yes, it’s rock-hard, but it’s still a rock! Can this turn off? Do I blink?

Blink

… OH!

NO BLINKING MAKES IT WORSE!

I did not want to see a face full of rock intercourse. Though for some reason she was monologuing about rocks? I feel like I learned something.

Also, my butt itches, eh probably best saved for later.

Oh wait, pink is still there why is she staring at me?

Her eyes were shining as she gaped at something, in the excitement of seeing something happen, as she seems to stare past my shoulder, following her gaze I turned to my previously blank butt and saw an odd sight, my butt was glowing. Probably important, should check back later.

Also to get her off my back, should probably do something about her too.

Idea!

“Anyway. It was nice meeting you, but uh! I need to use the bathroom!” I shift the back of legs into a quiver, learning from her, I wobble them to imitate needing to pee. The perfect plan, very convincing

She turned back and was suprised.

“Oh! The bathroom is down there!” She extended a hoof down some street corner. With a nod I burst away, speeding past her, I didn’t even know I could go this fast, with my hoof hooking a nearby post I stopped myself, then calmly entered the outhouse.

It was dim, save for a lantern above me. Giving me enough light to…see that this place has been used recently and is rancid. I keep forgetting to not stare down the hole of an outhouse and it bites me in the back every time!

Keeping my vomit in I just sit down and look down at my flank, deciding to see what she was staring at and was in awe about.

My butt now has a picture of some rocky phallus. I got tramp stamped while I was out there didn’t I and she was just a distraction. I think it was glowing when she was staring at it so she didn’t eye up the new cock upon my ass.

“What…the fuck?” Was all I could ask myself. Wasn’t entirety true, I wondered what this meant at first, then cursed. Some things were more important than thinking.

Though I do have an odd idea on which rocks work best for…ew.

Don’t think about the what, think about the how, that should be progress.

How did I get this? Let’s see, I looked her in the eyes, out of respect, she was talking to me, and then I got into a headache which led to seeing a gray pony with the lanky fellow.

Breaking eye contact or, staring deep within, to listen to her then phasing back in, led me to a different point when talking to her.

A memory possibly, as it would be hard to imagine a girl would just carve a statue of her ex right then and there, then again, the very deadpan stare the gray girl was giving could indicate she was desperate and made a statue of her crush to do the gross stuff with.

Then after learning about rocks and cocks, I got slapped with a photo on my ass. So, to replace having a fun stick on my rear end, I should get into eye contact with someone else and hope to learn something.

Okay, theory, looking into someone’s eyes let’s me peek into someone else’s lives, a simple theory, yet should be tested on someone else. Okay turn, the knob on the outhouse to occupied and wait for someone to peek through the crack. It all happens eventually, it’s almost as big as the average bathroom stall back at the mall. So I should be able to get a good eye contact in someone. Or pony.

I’ll take anyone at this point, just give me a few seconds.

Sliding off the toilet seat, I stared into the open crack of the outhouse. Watching as more colorful horses walked by.

Soon, I got my prize, a smaller brown horse with a colorful propeller hat walked past my stall and we made direct eye contact. Finally, I can put the theory to the test.

With my head churning yet again, I saw a screen, and a kid playing a video game. Seems like the latest arcade game, Street Fighter inspired it would seem, though could be Fatal Fury. It seems he is learning about inputs and began to just do some randomly, until the horse shouted “ARE YOU OKAY?! TIMBER WOLF!”

A shock to me, this was definitely Fatal Fury, but he didn’t get that move until King of Fighters, to my knowledge anyway, I’m just a dirty Terry player in Smash. I only play Marvel please trust me!

With the kid scurrying off scared because someone stared back at him, he also called out for Mommy, which was adorable. I miss my mom.

Button Mash, a simple 8-year-old with a crush on the local fashionista’s little sister has just beaten Fury of the Fight, the newest cabinet down at the local arcade spot. It was fun, naturally, he chose his race to represent in the arcade games. Still he couldn’t get over how fun the game was, it was like Streets of Fighters II, only faster and a whole lot more complex. At least there was only four buttons instead of six.

Yet, he wondered why the bad guy just fell down the tower instead of using his wings. He thought Geese was a strong Pegasus, considering how many bits he ate up trying to beat the boss, guess not.

Nevertheless, he went to the outhouses nearby before going home. He may have had one too many milkshakes while trying to impress Sweetie Belle again. He could do it at home, but it was way easier to do it out here and play on his console at home.

His usual curiosity was there and just an added touch of stupidity, he peeked in the little opening of the one outhouse that’s occupied. Only to find someone beat him to the punch, staring back at him.

He felt, something, as if his soul was slowly being observed from the creature in the outhouse. Yet, he couldn’t help but stare back, mouth agape as he trembles in place. After a quick snap back to his senses he felt wrong.

He felt violated. His privacy shifted. His mind opened up to be viewed. He felt as if someone shifted through his body and found something of use. This feeling caused his eyes to well up in fear, as he quickly sprints back home.

Yelling one word only, “Mommy!”

The other ponies just watched him, it was a general occurrence for poor Button to rush back home to his mom. They still remain happy that his mom is a good parent, so he wouldn’t turn rotten.

I felt my rear itch yet again, turning I finally saw it. It was glowing, allowing me to see what the pink was staring at.

It was odd, I didn’t feel anything. Yet, I feel more connected, almost as if I could rip the earth asunder with my horn, or magic if the sparks had anything to say.

Then it formed, a silted star crashing down and forming the energy waves that the beloved Buster Wolf that Terry usually has at the end.

Huh, this could be fun if staring into the horse’s eyes gives me those headaches and these neat pictures.

Also the knowledge is nice, though I can’t help but feel I’m drawing a blank on the whole cock rock thing, still know the basics but lost that edge on how to properly lubricate a rock.

Best to go without that knowledge and forget about it.

After all, what could possibly go wrong?

And terrible trope aside, it shouldn’t, just blend in, pretend to pink that I had a lot to drink on the way here and that’s why I was in the outhouse for…I’d say 30 minutes.

Yeah, a good lie. Should probably mention Taco Bell if possible.

Author's Note

Fatal fury anyone?

King of Fighters as well.