RPG Of Equestria: Shift Of Realm

by MexicanCrusader

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Suicide / Self Harm, Self Insert, Profanity, Adventure, Violence, Sex, Death, Human, Anthro, Drama, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe
Length: 1988

This is a self-insert clopfic involving me, ponies, fire, and blades.......... plus porn, of course.

I open my eyes, laying down in bed. Watching the ceiling for a minute, my sorroundings feel different...

"Where am I?" .....no....... "What am I?"

Onto a new adventure, I guess...

Published 2024-03-02 06:20:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-04-11 03:59:31 UTC

Prologue

Water rolls off my chin as I wash my face, the cold fluid wakes me up as I ready myself for yet another exhaustive day. I had been studying a major in biochemistry for a while now, though it is very tiring, I find it interesting to learn about the composition of living beings.

I walked out of the bathroom, into my bedroom and got changed, I’m glad I get to wear my regular clothes and not a prestigious uniform. I grab my backpack and start to head towards the front door, until I feel like I forget something.... I think about it, and hurry upstairs back into my room and take my trustworthy butterfly knife; I’ve never felt safe walking back home at night.

After stuffing the knife into my pocket, I exit my house and lock the door, before running along the streets, I didn’t want to arrive late and ruin my streak. I might sound like a model student, but I am really not, though I manage to get acceptable grades at least, I can’t lift them enough to get a paid scholarship, and some other perks or such...

“Shit, shit, shit. I’m late!”

I said while trying to speed up, seeing that it’s a quarter ‘til eight, and lessons start at that hour I was currently running at. I’ve never missed a class or arrived late, nor have any of my friends...... which aren’t many to my disgrace. I’m usually considered a loner, or a loser... I’m not physically endowed, or have a good charisma, to make things worse, I’m an exchange student from a latin american country; My Beloved Mexico. So it’s logical that I have to worry about economical issues...

After a few minutes of running I finally arrive at the classroom, covered in sweat and tired.

“Mister Carlos, you’re late.” The teacher stood in front of the whiteboard with a severe look, clearly a sign of disgust towards my late arrival.

“Figures....... can I come in?”

“I don’t know, can you?

I give the teacher an annoyed face, I really hate when that specific line is told

“May I come in?”

“Go ahead, mister... and don’t arrive late again.”

I nod as I walked into my usual seat, only to see it was taken by some other guy that arrived earlier than me. I curse under my breath and sit on a chair closer to the teacher’s desk.

As I take note of the teacher's words, I feel a sharp pain in my head.

I try to ignore the sensation as I keep focusing in the lesson, but the pain is just too much, I have to take a painkiller.

"Uh, miss, may I go to the infirmary? I got a headache." I raise my hand getting the teacher's attention.

"You may not, mister. If you had arrived earlier you might be able to."

"But it really hurts, I can't focus."

"Fine then, just this once."

I thank the teacher while rising from my seat and walk into the hallway. While in my walk towards the nurse, I can see classrooms full of people, until I notice one classroom specifically.

It was empty when it shouldn't be. My curiosity tried to get the better of me, until the pain reminds me of what I was going for. I ignore the classroom and walk into the infirmary.

"Who is it?" The nurse said while seated at her desk

"It's me, again."

"Headache I suppose..." The nurse turns her head to look at me.

"Yeah"

"Alright then, here." The nurse said while handing me a pill and a cup of water.

As I took the pill, all I could do is go back to my classroom and wait for the effects of the pill to kick in.

I thank the nurse and head out of the infirmary. Walking through the corridors, I think about the events of my life, the constant headaches I've been getting and sleepless nights due to the fact of having tons of homework.

I arrive at my classroom and sit, continuing with my notes and exercises. After hours, the classes finally end.

I stretch my arms before packing my stuff inside my backpack and head out. It was already night, with the moon full out in the dark, starless sky.

I appeared to be marveling this infinite sea of mysteries, so much that I walked into a light pole, hitting my head and falling to the ground on my butt.

"Ow...." I wince as I rub my forehead.

I will always remember this exact pole. I get up and kick it.

"You bitch." I point at the pole with an angered expression in my face.

Before I could walk again, I heard footsteps behind me. I tense, preparing my hand for a quickdraw of my butterfly knife.

I turn back, opening the blade with a sidekick trick, only to see nothing.

"I'm trippin' bruh."

I close the weapon and walk back home, feeling a bit uneasy but not tense.

I grab my keys from my pocket and open the front door, turning the knob, I walk inside and close it behind my back.

Walking into the kitchen, I grab a box of cereal and a bowl, place them on the counter and bring a half gallon of milk and a spoon. I create the brew for an unhealthy supper and eat it at the living room, watching the news.

I don't really know what to think about the news, they're boring for me... I open youtube and play videos of how a tank works, or how firearms are created, I don't know why, but they're entertaining.... for me, at least.

I finish my food and leave the bowl in the sink to wash it later. As I head upstairs into my room, I flop on my bed and close my eyes for a few minutes, remembering how my life used to be before college.

“Man... this shit’s tirin’... well... downsides of having to grow up...” I lay on my back and look at the ceiling.

I place my hands on my chest and close my eyes once again, until I feel like someone’s watching me. I get up and look out the window, there’s nothing but darkness, the land coated by a thick blanket of night sky.

“Huh... I’m bein’ paranoid.” I say while letting out a sigh of relief and lay back on my bed, covering myself with the sheets and drifting into a deep slumber.

Next day, Carlos was talking with his friend Axel at lunch break, eating sandwiches and juice, cracking jokes and talking about some..... “questionable” topics.

“So, what do you think about Anna?” Axel held his chin with his fingers, teasing Carlos.

“Shut the f..... no, just.......... no.”

“C’mon, don’t tell me you don’t like her. She’s hot, don’t deny it.”

“Ight, fiiiiine.... sheesh.”

Axel laughs and bites his sandwich. They were both unattractive based on their appearance, and both of them were marginalized, seen as losers, or just perverts.

“Woah....” Axel sighs as he looks at a pair of breasts that passed by... Carlos, on the other side, was a bit ashamed, he looked too but made it very discreet.

“They were good, weren’t they?” Axel commented to Carlos, who seemed disturbed, but answered anyway.

“Yeah? Y-yeah, I guess so...” Carlos stuttered, looking down with a tired breath.

“Is something wrong?”

“No, no... it’s just.... aren’t you sick of always being alone? Being single?”

“Not really..... well, actually yeah... but hey, you can’t deny staring at them from time to time, right?”

“I’m gonna fucking hit you.” Carlos raised his hand.

“Okay, okay, calm down... but if you’re asking for a girl, I know a contact, with such a pair of--”

“Alright, yup, lunch’s over, bye.” Carlos picked his backpack and headed back in class, noticing a girl, it was Anna, having an endowed body. Carlos couldn’t help but lower his vision a little, trying to take a sneak peek at her. He then looked back at where he was walking, only to see that she was heading the same way.

As Carlos entered the classroom, that exact girl did so too, confusing him. What confused him further was an interaction started by her.

“Uhm, hey... is this the chemistry classroom?” Anna asked, tapping Carlos on his shoulder.

“Uh, yeah..... It’s biochemistry but yeah.”

“Oh, ah, great... by the way... what’s your name?”

“Oh, uhh......” *Come on, Carlos. Speak!* “...... it’s..... it’s Carlos....”

“Hello, Carlos! My name is Anna, but you probably already know it, tee hee!”

Carlos nods as they sat in their places. After a few minutes, the teacher arrives and starts the lesson. Carlos usually keeps quiet and writes in silence, but this time was different. This time he chatted with Anna, exchanging stories and funny jokes.

As the day came to its end, the moon rises and the sun falls, the sky turns from bright to dark, the only light coming from the moon, and all of the street lamps, which annoyed Carlos.

“Damn light pollution, can’t see the stars.....” Carlos cursed while walking, until he saw that goddamn light post from last day. He kicked and and kept walking, before being halted by the same footsteps he heard last time. He opens his knife and turns back.

There was still nothing, but this time he walked towards that direction, getting into an alley, a dark one. He could hear slight moans of agony coming from a dumpster.

“Aw hell naw, I gotta get the FUCK outta here.” Carlos became tense, so tense his buttcheeks clenched hard. He grasped firmly to his knife and turned to the exit of the alley, getting cut short in his tracks by a humanoid silhouette.

“Aw shit.”

The man raised a firearm at Carlos. Planning a killing shot, aiming for the torso. Carlos saw his life flash right before his eyes, as the man pulled the trigger, the hammer impacted against the bullet inside the chamber, igniting the flammable materials and shooting the projectile at high speeds towards Carlos’ chest.

The bullet impacted, piercing his skin, his flesh, his muscle, and hitting his heart, making him fall to the ground, gripping his chest trying in vane not to bleed out. He could hear the bang of the gunshot ring in his ears on repeat as the killer fled.

Carlos wondered how was he still alive, he was in a lot of pain, such pain that he couldn’t even shout, as weak moans of agony escaped his mouth. Something there was obvious, he didn’t want to feel anymore of the pain.

He gripped his knife, and pointed it towards his neck, planning to end his misery, he thought about all what he had gone through, without hope of survival, he stabbed his own neck, lacerating the nerves that connected the brain to his body, along with the veins transporting the vital liquid inside him.

Many times... he had wondered what came after death... Eternal life in Heaven or Hell? Reincarnation? Nothingness? Or just spectator mode? Soon, he will have his questions answered.

Author's Note

Heyyyy, what's up? Did ya like the prologue? Did ya like that I inserted myself here? (Prolly not xd) I know, I know, it sounds cringy, so.... you may just not read what comes up next, but if you did actually like it, or not, be kind enough to give feedback, it'd help a lot. It's my second fanfic created, or started at least... the other one was cancelled due to a creative block, which I cannot fix with THAT fic in specific, so.... I scratched the idea of three soldiers in Equestria. Anyway, have a good day/evening/night. I might bring the first chapter next week, or next next week? I dunno, just stay tuned, and stay safe. I love y'all, you're cool. Bye!

Chapter 1: Things are SCALE-ating!

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