My Little Pony: Isekai Story

By Brandon Nell and Blake Hawkins

Chapter 1: Preston goes to Equestria

Preston Howard was on his way to school one day. He was rather average for an 18 year old boy. He had black hair, dark blue eyes, and, on that particular day, wore a white long-sleeved button up shirt, blue jeans, and some black dress shoes. His presence was noticed by another student with brown eyes and blonde hair wearing a red jersey, baggy blue pants, and black and white sneakers.

“Hey, look who it is!” called the other student in a snarky tone. “It’s Preston Coward!”

Preston rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Oh, sure, bully the nerd,” he said sarcastically. “Real original, Jack.”

“Yeah, whatever, Coward,” said the student, whose name was Jack.

On the way to class, Preston saw a female student with brown hair that reached her shoulders and green eyes wearing a white shirt with orange stripes, blue short shorts, and blue tennis shoes drop her books and struggle to pick them back up again.

“Come on, come on,” she muttered to herself.

“Can I help you out, Jenny?” Preston asked her.

“Back off, nerd,” said the girl, whose name was Jenny. “I don’t need your help.”

“Well, ex-CUSE me,” Preston said in his best Steve Martin impression before adding under his breath. “I don’t know what I was expecting.”

So, he continued on, leaving Jenny to her own business and carrying on with his own. He was soon cornered by a large, muscular red-haired male student wearing a green letterman jacket over a red t-shirt, blue jeans, and orange sneakers.

“Hey, loser,” he smirked.

Preston was more bored than frightened. “Don’t you have freshmen to pick on, Travis?”

“Nyeh, you’re just too fun to bug,” Travis chuckled. “Now, be a good nerd and hold still. I do have a schedule to keep, you know.”

Preston sighed in a bored way. As Travis threw a punch, Preston casually stepped to the side out of the way. Because of this, Travis’ fist met the locker. The meeting was not pleasant as Travis wailed in pain.

“I told you to hold still!” Travis said as a campus security officer approached.

“Come on,” Preston said. “I’m not that good of a nerd. Good luck with Officer Jones.”

“Alright, Travis,” said the campus security officer, whose name was Officer Jones. “This is your third strike, so you’re coming with me.”

Travis, being the coward of a bully he was, went quietly.

Later that day, Preston returned to his home, where his mother, father, and martial artist grandfather were waiting for him.

“Welcome home, Preston,” his mother said. “How was school?”

“Eh,” Preston said. “Same old crap.”

“Oh dear,” she said in response. “I’m so sorry. If you need anything, please let me know, alright?”

“It’s fine, mom,” Preston said.

Preston’s grandfather slowly walked up to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Did Travis give you any trouble?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Preston said. “He did try to punch me, but, I dodged so that his fist hit the locker.”

“I trust you haven’t misused my teachings,” the grandfather said.

“I haven’t, grandfather,” Preston said with a respectful head bow.

That night, Preston was watching the finale of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic on his smartphone. It wrapped up with him listening to this song.

“So, that’s how the series ends after almost ten years,” he said with a soft yawn. “What a way to wrap it up.” After the credits, he felt a bit sad. “It’s a shame that the series is over. It’s been a big part of my life. Well, at least the comics will continue without the show.”

He then put his smartphone on the charger, placed it on his nightstand, and he settled himself into bed. As he slept, he was blissfully unaware of a mysterious light glimmering around him.

When Preston woke up the next morning, he noticed that he wasn’t in his bed, but, on the ground near a tree as beams of sunlight shone on his face.

“Wha-?” he muttered in confusion. “Where am I? How did I get here?” Near him, he saw a gemstone tablet the size and shape of his smartphone. “Maybe checking my smartphone could help me get my head on straight.”

But, as he reached for it, he saw that his hand wasn’t its usual skin color. In fact, it was covered in a thin layer of light blue fuzz. Any sleepiness he felt in that moment was replaced with shock. He then looked down at the rest of his body to see that it was not only covered with the same fuzz, but, his feet had become pony hooves and the clothes and underwear he went to sleep in that night were scattered around him.

“What is going on here?!” He pinched himself to see if he was dreaming. “Ow! I’m awake…” He turned his head left a bit and saw a feathery wing protruding from his left shoulder blade. “I’m a… pegasus?” He looked to his right and saw a mirrored wing protruding from that shoulder blade and well. “Well, this is surprising.”

Before he could investigate further, the gemstone made the familiar sound of his smartphone’s alarm clock feature. He grabbed it and looked at the screen. To his surprise, it reacted to his touch just like his smartphone did. He was able to turn off his alarm and turn the phone back off. When he saw his darkened reflection, he noticed a horn protruding from his forehead. He placed his free hand to his forehead. “Huh, so I’m an alicorn… I’m not sure how I feel about this yet.”

A look down reminded him that his clothes were off. “Whoa! I should probably get redressed first. I don’t think it would be very polite to just walk around naked in a strange land, regardless of my situation.”

As he got up, he noticed that the privates between his legs weren’t visible. “Hmm… that’s strange.” He felt around his crotch area and discovered a pouch slit. “Very strange.” He pulled the flap forward a bit, looked in, and promptly closed it with a blush. “Yep, everything’s there.” So, he promptly got redressed. The underpants and night pants got on easily, but, he became aware of his tail. “Well, that’s going to drive me crazy.” He found it an even greater struggle getting the t-shirt and night shirt on due to his wings. “Ahh!”

After nearly an hour of struggle, he got himself redressed. “That took longer than it should have.” He then checked the crystal and opened it like he would his smartphone and saw it had the familiar app icons from his smartphone. “Hmm, those haven’t changed.”

He tapped the map icon and it showed him a map of where he was. He was in a forest adjacent to a road leading to a town called Stonewood to the west. “Stonewood, huh? Okay, so maybe there might be someone there who can help me.”

After making his way to the road, he switched to his compass app and began heading west. With wings, he knew he could’ve flown, but, he didn’t know how to use the wings and with his top clothes over them, he wouldn’t be able to use them anyway. After walking a bit, the reality of his situation started to sink in.

“I don’t have any food or water,” he said to no one in particular. “And I don’t have any money to buy any food or water. So, even if I get to Stonewood, what am I supposed to do there?” He checked the pockets of his night pants and became aware that he didn’t have his wallet. “Just as well. I don’t think my money would work there anyway.”

In school, Preston’s best subject was geography, but, what he saw in the map app didn’t match up with any map he read before, making it clear he wasn’t in the world he was familiar with.

“Too late to go back now,” he reasoned.

So, he continued on.

Within an hour’s walk, he was in Stonewood. He felt self-conscious walking around in his sleepwear in public, but, since they were the only clothes available, he felt beggars can’t be choosers. As he walked, he saw various townsponies walking around, but, they were different from the ones he saw in Friendship is Magic. They were all regular anthros, human-shaped hands and bipedal body shape with tails, wings, and horns, but, hooves instead of feet. He also saw that most of them walked around in public with almost no clothing at all.

Like I wasn’t self-conscious enough, Preston muttered internally.

When he looked closer, he noticed that the crotches of the ponies around were seemingly featureless like he was. Not only that, but, the females all seemed to have thicker fur on their chests that covered their nipples.

Well, there’s something you don’t see every day, he thought. Guess that’s the norm in this world. Even so, I’m not exactly willing to strip in public.

So, he looked for an out of the way place where he could undress himself. Before he could get far, he was spotted by a rather short earth stallion with a purple coat, hazel eyes, and a lilac mane and tail walking to a store. He wore a stylish scarf and mantle and a rose brooch shone on his chest. Preston gasped slightly as the stallion made his way over, clearly excited about something.

“Wh-Where in the world did you get these clothes?!” the stallion asked, making Preston aware they spoke the same language.

“Oh, um…” Preston said. “I got these as a gift.” That was indeed the truth as they were given to him as a Christmas gift the year before. Though, Preston wisely decided not to mention he got them in another world.

“I’ve never seen a design such as this,” the short stallion said. “And the way this was sewn... How could this have been made...? Hrmm...”

It was at that point that Preston became aware that his current attire was rare in that world. Since he could see most walked around without clothes anyway, he made a decision.

“You can have them if you like,” Preston said.

This caught the stallion by surprise. “My goodness,” he gasped. “Can I? Oh, that would be wonderful! How generous! I’ll see to it that you’re compensated in turn! I own that very clothing shop behind us.”

Ah, so, that’s why he reacted that way, Preston noted internally. He then asked, “Can I at least know your name?”

“Yes, of course, sir,” replied the stallion. “I am Seamster Sansworth. May I inquire as to your name, seeing as I gave you mine?”

“I’m Pres-” he started, before considering. Hmm, I should probably call myself a different name since I have a different body. “I’m Presto, sir.”

“Well, Presto,” Seamster said. “Step right into my store.”

Preston looked up. The store’s signboard sported a needle and thread design, but, it was the writing below that had alerted him to an alarming fact. He couldn’t read the writing. It wasn’t good news for him, but, he decided that it was a problem for later.

Hopefully a native here can teach me how to read this writing, he thought to himself. Maybe how to write for good measure.

Seamster led Preston into the shop and a few mares in the staff came to greet them. “Welcome back, owner!”

“Thank you kindly, my dears,” he said with a gentlemanly bow.

“If I may ask, sir,” said one of the mares. “Who is this with you?”

“This is Presto,” Seamster said. “He generously agreed to sell us his unusual attire. See to it that he’s compensated with new clothes, girls.”

“Uh, if I may,” Preston said. “I noticed that most of the ponies in this town walk around in public without clothes. So, is it okay if the clothing I get is minimal so I don’t stand out too much?”

“Yes, of course,” Seamster replied.

With that, Seamster whisked Preston off into a changing room, which was an actual small room with a door, not just a box with a curtain dividing it off. Preston began removing his top clothes first. After taking off his t-shirt, Seamster became aware that Preston had wings and a horn.

“You’re an alicorn?!” he gasped.

“Apparently…” Preston said, trying to hide his embarrassment.

“Why, this changes things,” Seamster smiled. “I’ll pay you double for all your garments!”

“Even my underwear?” Preston asked.

“Un-der-wear…” Seamster said. “I’ve never heard of such attire.”

“Uh,” Preston started. “They were the invention of a different tailor who is no longer with us.” Preston felt too flustered to explain the history of underwear, so, he was forced to make up an excuse. I guess I should’ve expected they wouldn’t understand since so few ponies here wear clothes to begin with from what I saw.

In the end, Preston sold every thread off his back. In return, he was given a belt with attached pouches for his small belongings like the crystal he used as a smartphone.

“I hope these help you in your endeavors,” Seamster said with a polite smile. “Now, how much are you selling me your clothes for? I’ll spare no expense, of course, but did you have a particular charge in mind?”

“Well…” Preston said. “I’m afraid I don’t really have a good estimate in mind. This isn’t my field of expertise, you see. I can only assume they’d be expensive, but... To be completely honest, I’m penniless right now.”

“Not until now, that-” Seamster started before asking. “What is a penny?”

“It basically means I don’t have any money to my name,” Preston said concisely.

“I see…” Seamster said. “That is rather sad to hear. Well then, how does ten gold bits sound?”

Without any knowledge of the currency in this world, Preston had no way to judge the worth of ten gold bits. As such, he accepted.

“Sounds good to me,” he said. “Well, thank you for your help.”

“Wonderful! Well, here you are,” Seamster paid Preston with ten gold coins with laurel wreath embellishments on one side and a depiction of the sun and moon on the other. Each one was about the size of an American half-dollar.
“Thank you,” Preston said as he put them in one of his belt pouches. “By the way, you wouldn’t know where I could find someplace like an inn, would you? I’d like to find a place to rest my head before the sun goes down.”

“Why, yes,” Seamster said. “Turn right as you go out onto the street, then follow the road. You should see a sign for the Home-Away Hooves Inn, won’t be hard to find.”

“Alright then,” Preston said. “I’ll head off there now. Thanks again.”

“You’re welcome,” Seamster said. “If you come across any other unusual garments, please bring them my way.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” said Preston as he made his way out of the shop. “Goodbye.”

And so, Preston left the shop. He checked his crystal and saw that the time was 12:15 PM.

“Okay,” he said to himself. “Now that I have some money, let’s see if I can find something to eat. The inn will likely have meals made.” Then, something occurred to him. “Even if I did spot it, I wouldn’t know because I couldn’t read... Well, it wouldn’t be a problem since I could just keep asking people as I went. Even if I couldn’t read, I could still talk.” Then, another thought occurred to him. He opened the crystal’s map app. It showed his location on the town map and sure enough, the street and shop names were also displayed in a written language he could read. “That’s helpful.” He turned back to look at Seamster’s store. Looking at the map, he saw that it was identified as ‘Fashion King Seamster.’ “Hmm, interesting. I would say that’s appropriately named.”

On the way to the inn, Preston’s attention was caught by noises. Voices, even. Loud voices coming from one of the alleyways off from the main road. Sounded like an argument of some kind.

“I guess I better check that out,” Preston said.

He cautiously followed the sound and he saw three earth stallions confronting a trio of mares. One was a unicorn with a turquoise coat, emerald green eyes, and a blue mane and tail wearing glasses, another was a pegasus with a navy blue coat, azure eyes, and a light blue mane and tail, and the last one was an earth pony with a stocky build, teal eyes, and a light green coat with a cyan mane and tail wearing sports tape on her arms and a belt which had a pair of metallic green gauntlets mounted on the hips. The mares seemed around Preston’s age, maybe a bit younger.

“Please, leave us alone!” the earth mare said sternly. “We've done what you've asked and you should be happy about that!”

“Yeah!” said the pegasus in a tough, feminine voice. “This isn’t what we agreed on! You said you’d buy it for one gold bit!” The stallions stood grinning as if arrogantly mocking her. One of them held something like a deer’s antler made of glass.

“I said we’d buy your Crystal Deer’s antler for one gold if it was in perfect condition,” he said. “But, lookie right here, it’s scratched! A damaged antler’s only worth one silver, so, that’s what we’re paying you. Go on, take it and scram!” A single silver coin rolled to the ground at the mares’ hooves.

“That’s barely even a scratch!” the earth mare said. “It shouldn’t make it 100 times less valuable!” She slid her hands into the gauntlets. “You know what? Screw your money!”

“Hey!” Preston called. “Leave them alone!” This alerted the six to him.

“Oh, yeah?” said one stallion. “Who are you to-” But, he was interrupted when he saw both the horns and the wings of Preston. “An alicorn?!”

Another of the stallions brandished a dagger. “We don’t like you stuck up noble or royal-types.”

“Don’t misread me,” Preston said. “My business is actually with those mares there.”

“With us?” the Earth pony mare whispered to her friends.

“Are we supposed to know who he is?” the unicorn mare whispered in a soft, timid voice.

“That antler seems to be causing you a bit of trouble,” Preston said. “Would you be willing to part with it for a gold bit?”

The mares were surprised, but, agreed.

“You got a deal!” the earth mare said, clenching a fist.

Preston then grabbed a pebble and threw it at the antler, shattering it.

“Hey!” exclaimed one of the stallions. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“I think I’m allowed to do as I see fit with my own property,” Preston said calmly.

“You’re dead!” said the stallion with the knife as he lunged at Preston.

However, Preston perceived the scene in slow motion and got out of the way. What? I’ve never been this fast before, he thought to himself before using his elbow to slam the stallion to the ground. When he directed his attention to the mares, the other two stallions were knocked out while the earth mare had the gauntlets mounted back on her belt.

“Wow~” the unicorn mare gasped. She was facing Preston’s direction.

Preston sighed in resignation. “Okay,” he said. “Let’s get the complaints out of the way.”

“Complaints?” the earth mare asked. “Why would we complain?! You saved our necks and that was amazing!”

Preston was slightly taken aback. “Where I come from,” he explained. “Girls who aren’t my mom say something along the lines of ‘get bent,’ if I so much as OFFER help.”

“What?” the pegasus mare gasped. “That’s pretty stupid of them. They should be more appreciative that you would offer to help, just like we appreciate your help.”

“Yes,” said the unicorn mare. “Thank you for helping us, your highness.”

“I’m putting a stop to that before it gets going,” Preston said. “I’m not your majesty, your highness, or anything like that. My name is Preston. Just call me that.” He momentarily forgot to drop the n at the end of his name in his efforts to stop them referring to him as royalty.

“Alright,” said the earth mare. “Then, it’s nice to meet you, Preston. I’m Karate Chops. You can call me Kara.”

“My name is Novella Print,” said the unicorn mare.

“Navy Searchen,” said the pegasus mare. “You know, without the ‘n,’ your name’s spelt ‘Presto.’ Can we call you that?”

“I’ll allow it,” said Preston modestly. “Now, I believe I owe you this.” He handed them a gold bit while looking at the remains of the antler. I only shattered it to catch them off guard, he said internally. If I’d known they’d be beaten so easily, I could’ve saved it.

“Thanks,” Kara smiled.

“Out of curiosity,” Preston asked Navy. “Does your name come from your color?”

“Yes it does, actually,” Navy said in surprise. “Most assume it’s because I’m in the navy.”

“You’re quite astute, Presto,” Novella complemented. “Do you have a place to stay?”

“No, actually,” Presto said. “I was looking for the Home-Away Hooves Inn.”

“Huh,” Kara said. “Small world. We were on our way there ourselves.”

“So,” Navy said. “We can go together.”

Soon, they reached the Home-Away Hooves Inn, a white three-story building with a red roof and a sign containing a logo depicting a simple house with smoke coming from the chimney. Though, Presto found the writing difficult to read.

“This is it!” said Navy.

“It is?” Presto asked.

“Of course,” Novella said. “It does say on the- Oh, are you not familiar with the written language of this land?”

“Yes,” Presto shamefully admitted.

“Perhaps I could teach you how,” Novella offered. “Think of it as a way of thanks for when you helped us before.”

“Let’s get checked in,” Kara said. “We can hash things out later.”

“Alright,” Navy nodded.

They entered the inn and saw a slender earth pony mare with a peach coat, red eyes, and an auburn mane and tail aged about 20 at the front desk. All she wore was a simple salmon apron.

“Welcome. Are you all here for a meal or is it a room you want?” the mare asked.

“I know for sure I would like a room,” Presto answered. “How much is a night?”

“Twenty copper bits,” the mare said. “Meals are included with the price. You’ll have to pay up front.”

“Is that a lot?” Presto asked the other mares.

“No,” Novella said. “It’s actually a good deal.”

“Besides,” Navy said. “It’s cheaper than a gold bit.”

“I see,” he said. He then paid the innkeeper mare a gold bit. “How many nights will this pay for?”

The three other mares looked at him in bewilderment.

“That’s a gross overpayment!” Novella said. “One gold bit could get you 50,000 nights!”

“50,000 nights?!” Presto exclaimed. “That’s about 137 years!” Navy took a look at the pouch Presto held his bits in.

“And with the one you paid us earlier,” she said. “You’ve got ten gold bits! You could lodge in this place for more than a lifetime and never work a day!”

“Whoa,” Presto gasped. “That’s not the kind of life for me. How about I pay for a month of lodging for all four of us?”

“That should be good,” the innkeeper mare said. “Would each of you like separate rooms?”

“Yes, please,” Presto answered. “I’m sure everyone would prefer their privacy.”

“Okay,” the innkeeper mare said. “That’ll be four payments for a month of lodging. We haven’t had many customers lately, so, you’re kind of a life-saver. I’m out of silver and bronze Bits at the moment, so, I’ll give you the change in copper.” She took the gold bit and returned 997,600 copper bits, which were each about the size of a penny.

“Thank you, miss,” Presto said politely.

The mare then took out four hotel registers from behind the counter. “I need you to sign these.”

“Uh, that may be a problem for me,” Presto said. “I can’t write.”

“I’ve got this,” Novella obliged. After filling her own form, Novella started on Presto’s form. “What’s your last name?”

“Howard,” Presto answered.

Novella wrote this down in the language of the land.

“Howard?” the innkeeper mare said. “I believe there’s a noble family of that name in Mareica*. Are you related to them?”

“No, ma’am, I don’t believe so,” Presto said. Or, at least I’m not certain considering I haven’t met them. I can’t very well tell them I’m from another world.

Novella resumed filling out the form. “Date of birth?”

“August 1st,” he answered.

“Current age?” Novella asked.

“18,” Presto answered.

“Huh,” Navy said. “I couldn’t tell you were two years older than us just looking at you. You look pretty mature.”

“Thanks,” Presto said. “I pretty much woke up like this.” This wasn’t untrue, but, Presto left out the part about waking up in the forest.

“Well, okay, then,” Navy said with a shrug.

“That should do it,” Novella said. She then handed in Presto’s form as well as her own. The innkeeper mare gave each of the four a key.

“Here are your keys,” she said. “Your rooms are on the third floor near the end. They get the best sunlight of all our rooms. The facilities are on the first floor and this room is for dining. Speaking of which, will any of you be having lunch today?”

Kara’s rather large belly seemed to respond with a deep, loud rumble. “That’s a yes from me,” she said.

“Come to think of it,” Presto said. “I haven’t eaten since this morning.”

“And we’ve had the last of our rations for breakfast this morning,” said Novella.

“So,” Navy said. “That’s a yes from all four of us, please.”

“Then, I’ll whip you up something,” said the innkeeper mare. “You can take this time to check out your rooms and maybe rest a bit.”

“Thanks, Miss,” Presto said.

“Hey,” the innkeeper mare said. “There’s no need for ‘Miss.’ I’m only 20 years old. The name’s Peach Blossom. But, you can call me Peach.”

“Will do, Peach,” Presto nodded. He and the other mares went to the third floor while Presto struggled to read the label on his key.

“Do you need any help?” Navy asked.

“I can’t read the label on my key,” Presto said.

“Okay, your illiteracy is becoming a problem,” Kara said. “Novella could be more help to you than we could.”

“Yeah,” Navy said. “She reads for fun sometimes.”

“Well, I’m not quite sure I can teach that well,” Novella said before blushing and tilting her head down so her mane covered her eyes. “Though, I guess I could give it a try.”

“Give it a shot,” Navy said encouragingly. “What’ve you got to lose?”

Presto then handed Novella his key. She inspected it. “It says 3-42,” she said. She then looked at the door right next to her. “That’s this one right here.”

“Thank you,” Presto said. “Don't worry, the sooner I learn more about this language, the better.”

“My room’s 3-41,” Kara said.

“I’m 3-43,” Navy said.

Novella looked at her own key. “And I’m 3-44, two doors to the left of Presto.”

“Sweet, we’re neighbors,” Kara said.

“So we are,” Presto nodded.

They unlocked their respective doors and walked in. Presto found his room to be about the size of a small apartment room. It had a bed, a desk, chair, and closet.

“Hmm,” Presto noted to himself. “It looks pretty homey. It has the standards of a room anyway.”

He took a look out the window and saw fillies and colts running around and playing. By that point, he was slowly getting used to the fact that he was in a society where clothing was optional and naughty bits weren’t always visible anyway, but, he couldn’t deny that seeing fillies and colts running around and playing was a wholesome and pure sight.

“Hmm,” he said to himself. “Maybe this place isn’t bad. It’s already proving to be better than my academic environment. I wonder how mom, dad, and grandpa are doing, though. Will I be able to contact them? No, I don’t think I have other worldly coverage.”

He decided to leave his room and locked it. He saw Kara stepping out of her room and sniffing the air.

“Mmm!” she said. “Smells like lunch is ready!”

“You can smell it from here?” Presto asked.

“When it comes to food,” she explained. “My nose is really sharp.” She gave her belly a slight jiggle. “I’m very passionate about food. Can you tell?”

“…Uh, no comment?” Presto said.

Kara had a rather confident smirk. “You’re worried about offending me by calling me fat?” she guessed before putting her hands on her hips. “Don’t worry about it. I was raised on a farm just outside of town. My family and I are all a bit on the hefty side.” She gave her belly a confident smack, making it ripple.

“I see,” Presto nodded. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t impressed with her confidence. “So, yes, I can tell. We better get to it before the food gets cold.”

So, the four walked downstairs to the main floor. They followed the aroma to the dining area. Peach placed their meals on tables at booths. There was soup, something resembling a sandwich, and a salad.

“Sorry for the wait,” Peach said.

“It’s alright,” Novella said. “Thank you for preparing these all the same.”

Kara quickly took her seat. “Let’s get to eating already!”

“She sure seems eager,” Presto observed.

“That’s putting it mildly,” Navy said. “She could clear all four plates in ten seconds flat.”

“Then, we better get to ours before she does,” Presto said.

So, they each took a seat at the booth and partook in their lunch. Kara ate rather noisily. The other three ate their lunches comparatively quieter.

“So good!” Kara said.

“Say, can I ask about those thugs in the alley?” Presto asked after swallowing a bite from his sandwich.

“Well,” Navy explained. “They commissioned us to kill a Crystal Deer and bring back an antler as proof. But, you can see how well that went. I mean, being commissioned to hunt one of the least aggressive types of monsters in the world was plenty suspicious. But, we needed the money.”

“I was against accepting the request from the start,” Novella said. “I wish you two would listen to me more often.”

“So, you didn’t actually kill the Crystal Deer to get that antler, did you?” Presto asked.

Kara had finished swallowing her mouthful of food. “You kidding?” she said. “No way. Their crystal skin is pretty much impossible to damage. I hit it as hard as I could and it barely left a scratch. Then, I saw one of the antlers was loose and pulled it off.”

“I suppose that would make sense,” Presto nodded. “I did hear of some species of deer that shed their antlers. Though, why did that antler shatter so easily?”

“When a Crystal Deer’s antler comes close to being shed,” Novella explained. “The antler becomes as frail as glass.**”

“Ah, I see,” Presto replied.

“Crystal Deer are quite resilient to damage normally,” Novella continued. “The only race strong enough to damage them with minimal effort are dragons, who are the only ones that can eat Crystal Deer venison.”

“Whoa,” he said. Presto could tell dragons were a powerful race from that information alone.

“Well, lesson learned,” Navy said. “No more freelancing for us.”

“We could sign up for the Guild,” Kara suggested. “Think there’s still time to register today?”

Novella shook her head. “No, they’d be closed by the time we got there. Let’s try tomorrow.”

“The Guild?” Presto asked.

“Basically,” Navy said. “They take requests of individuals or groups, publicize them, and take a small fee upon completion.”

Hmm. Sounds like a temp agency, Presto internally said before speaking aloud. “If it’s okay with you, could I sign up, too?”

“What do you need to sign up for?” Navy asked. “You’re pretty much set for life.”

“Navy,” Novella said. “Just because the price for lodging is cheap here doesn’t mean it’ll be the same everywhere else. There are stores that sell their wares for much higher prices.”

“Yeah,” Kara said. “Besides, if he wants to join, we shouldn’t stop him. We did see he has the skills to fight and that should help out a lot.”

“Plus,” Presto put in. “I don’t really want to go through life without a source of income. That’d turn me into a failure of a man.”

“Well, I guess I can’t argue with that logic,” Navy said. “Okay, you can sign up.”

“Say, girls,” Kara said. “After you finish your meals, can we head to Smores’ bakery to thank him for helping us out?”

“That’s not a bad idea, Kara,” Novella said.

“Smores?” Presto asked.

“She’s our friend,” Navy said. “She runs a bakery called Oven Lovin’.”

“Hmm, sounds sweet in both senses of the word,” he nodded.

“Just wait until you try her cookies,” Kara said, licking her lips. “They’re the best in the region.”

“Indeed, I’ll have to taste what she has to offers,” Preston said.

After finishing their meal, the mares led Presto to a single-story building near the edge of town. On its sign was a logo depicting an oven with smoke shaped like a heart. As you might expect, Presto was unable to read the writing.

“Yes,” Novella said. “It does say, ‘Oven Lovin.’’”

“This illiteracy is getting more and more inconvenient,” Presto said. “I’m curious. What exactly is Smores’ race?”

“She’s a kirin,” Novella explained.

“Ah, fascinating,” Presto said.

As they stepped in, Presto saw a rather plump (though, not as much as Kara) mare who looked like a unicorn, but, with a bushier mane that wrapped around her head, slightly longer ears, a curved/branching horn, scaly carapaces on her muzzle and back, a thin tail, and tufted, cloven hooves. She had a toasted marshmallow coat, honey yellow eyes, chocolate brown scales with matching cloven hooves, and a graham cracker-colored mane and tail. For attire, she wore only an apron.

“Good afternoon,” the kirin smiled. “And welcome to Oven Lovin’. How may I help you today?” She then recognized Kara, Navy, and Novella. “Hey, welcome back, girls!” She then noticed Presto. “Ooh, you brought a stallion.” Her smile became somewhat mischievous. “He must’ve made a good first impression.”

In response, Navy became flustered and began waving her arms around. “Shut your gossiping mouth, Smores!”

“Yes, he’s just a friend,” Novella explained plainly. “He got us out of trouble.”

“Did he now?” Smores asked, feeling intrigued. “How about we discuss it over some treats I made?”

“That would be great,” Presto said before presenting a gold bit. “How much can we get for a gold bit?”

“Whoa, slow down,” Smores said. “You’d be spending way too much for one setting. Even for Kara. Do you have any copper bits?”

“Quite a few, actually,” he said.

“To be precise,” Novella said. “He has 997,600 copper bits.”

“Incredible!” Smores gasped in astoundment. She then cleared her throat. “So, what’ll it be?”

“Well,” Novella said. “I’ll have a plain croissant and some tea, please.”

“Two buttermilk biscuits and a glass of fruit juice for me,” Navy said.

“I’ll have my usual with milk,” Kara said.

Presto struggled to read the menu. “Uh, I’ll just have some cookies.”

“Chocolate chip or peanut butter?” Smores asked.

“Can I get both?” Presto asked.

“I’d be insulted if you didn’t get both!” Smores said.

“Ah, great,” Presto said with a smile. “So, both please.”

“Take a seat and I’ll have those orders ready,” Smores said.

“Thank you,” Novella said politely.

As they took a seat, Presto was curious. “So, what exactly IS Kara’s usual?”

“You wouldn’t believe us if we told you,” Navy said.

“Try me,” Presto said.

A short time later, Smores gave them their orders and Presto saw what Kara’s usual was as Smores pushed a cart loaded with five large donuts, four fudge eclairs, three birthday cakes, two brownie trays, and a cookie as big as her head. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“See what I mean now?” Navy asked.

“How is she not bigger?!” Presto asked.

“Her brawling fighting style allows her to burn off excess weight,” Novella explained.

“Plus,” Kara said. “I need the carbs and calories. I did say I have an appreciation for food, after all.”

As they ate, the mares explained what happened that led to them meeting Presto.

“So, those thugs tried swindling us over a tiny scratch,” Navy said.

“Yikes,” Smores said, shaking her head with disappointment at the stallions. “Stallions are rare enough already, but, genuinely decent ones are even harder to come by.”

“That’s where Presto came in,” Navy continued. “He shattered the antler and beat the thug charging at him with a knife.”

“How incredible,” Smores smiled. “But, I shouldn’t expect anything less from an alicorn. After all, they’re the most powerful of the ten pony races.”

Ten? Presto thought to himself. I would have to look more into this once I learn how to read this place’s language. “Out of curiosity,” he asked aloud. “What are the ten races? I don’t get out much.”

“Well,” Novella said. “There’s the earth ponies, pegasi, unicorns, alicorns, kirins, changelings, hippogriffs, kelpies, thestrals, and hippocampi.”

“And there’s one of half of those races here,” Smores said with a knowing wink.

“Could I possibly ask how kirins came to be?” Presto asked.

“The first kirin,” Smores said. “Was the result of a union between a male dragon and a unicorn mare.”

“Fascinating,” he replied. “What if the dragon was female and the unicorn was a stallion?”

“I don’t think it works that way,” Novella said. “Non-pony females usually only accept genetic material from their own race while mares of pony races are able to accept non-pony genetic material.”

“I see,” Presto said. “Uh, sorry if this is a sensitive topic, but, how would they reproduce? Do they lay eggs or give live birth?”

“Well, the first kirin came out of a unicorn, which gives live birth,” Smores said. “It wouldn’t make sense if her children wouldn’t be able to do likewise, would it?***”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Presto said. “So, if a hybrid comes out of a mammal, it’ll be able to reproduce likewise?”

“Essentially, yes,” Smores said.

“There’s no evidence to the contrary,” Novella said.

“I see,” Presto said.

“I’m rather curious about kelpies,” Novella said. “Most of what I read about them is biased and prejudiced.”

“Maybe someday, we might be able to actually meet one,” Presto ventured.

“I read that kelpies have an unflattering reputation for luring unsuspecting ponies to a watery grave,” Novella said. “I personally don’t believe they’re all as bad as that, having never met one, but, better safe than sorry.”

“Hmm…” Presto said.

That night, Presto was alone in his room and discovering that he can use his crystal smartphone to check the news in his old world.

“Hmm,” he said softly. “Looks like that band’s breaking up.”

Presto continued to scroll through his feed until he started to feel tired. As he fell asleep, he found himself face to face with another unicorn mare. Unlike Novella, this one had a goat’s cloven hooves, a lion’s tail, a deer’s legs, and a slender, spiraling horn on her forehead. Her coat, mane, and tail were a shade of white that made freshly fallen snow look gray in comparison. Her eyes were a beautiful sky blue.

“I’m sure you have many questions, young Preston,” she said in a gentle, motherly voice.

“I do,” he admitted. “First things first, who are you?”

“I am Amalthea, the very first unicorn,” the mare introduced herself.

“It’s nice to meet you, Amalthea,” he said politely. “Second question is, why exactly am I here and will I be able to get back to my old world?”

“Oh, but, you’re already there,” Amalthea said. “You exist in both worlds simultaneously.”

“So,” Presto said. “I’m just my subconscious here or something?”

“Oh, you’re very much real in both worlds,” Amalthea said. “I made a copy of your memories and put them into a body I made you from scratch. Think of it like putting data on a disc and putting it in another computer.”

Presto had to take a moment to process the information. “I think I understand.”

“I happened to see you watching the finale of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic the other night,” Amalthea said.

“I did,” he admitted. “I did have the support of my parents and my grandfather, but, that series helped me through my tough academic life in ways I can hardly describe.”

Amalthea nodded. “I could see that you had true sentiment for what the show represented and possessed an unprejudiced heart,” she said.

“Thank you,” Presto said modestly.

“Most males in this new world lack the positive qualities you possess and it’s causing problems worldwide,” Amalthea said. “Since I’ve ascended to godhood, I’ve been subject to this rule that prevents me from interfering in the affairs of mortals.”

“I see,” Presto nodded. “So, since I’m a mortal, that rule doesn’t apply to me?”

“Essentially,” Amalthea said. “My hope is that you can set a better example for males. I’ve also made you an alicorn to help you deal with threats to this world yet to come.”

“That makes sense,” Presto admitted. “I’m assuming I have to learn magic and flight?”

“Indeed,” Amalthea said. “Now, I’m sure you’ve seen how magic works in Friendship is Magic.”

“I have, yes,” he replied.

“Full disclosure,” Amalthea said. “The magic system in this new world is different. I’ll let you find out for yourself tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Amalthea,” he said respectfully. “Say, would it be too much to ask for the ability to read the written language?”

“You’ll have to learn that of your own merit,” Amalthea said. “It wouldn’t be fair for others if you had all the knowledge you need right off the bat.”

“That’s fair,” he said. “I’ll have to see if I can learn it quickly. I don’t want to be seen as an inconvenience to my new friends. Though, will I be able to use magic myself?”

“Of course,” Amalthea said. “Alicorns are the most magically potent of all the pony races, which is part of the reason they’re so rare.”

“I see,” he said.

“I’m certain you’ve noticed that you were able to perceive that thug moving in slow motion when he attempted to stab you,” Amalthea said.

“Yes, I did,” Presto admitted.

“That would also be my doing,” Amalthea said. “I’ve given a boost to your memory, stamina, reflexes, and so forth. Assuming nothing too crazy happens, you’ll be rather difficult to kill now. Though, there’s something you need to be aware of.”

“What’s that?” Presto asked.

“If you use too much of your physical power in hand-to-hand combat,” Amalthea said. “You’ll injure yourself as well since you’re not used to being so strong.”

“I understand,” Presto said.

“It would also be in your best interest to gain information on this new world,” Amalthea said. “Once you’re able to read, of course.”

“Right,” Presto said.

“I’m certain you’re aware of that crystal smartphone,” Amalthea said.

“Yeah, I am,” Presto said.

“That is a smartstone,” Amalthea said. “I suspected you might feel homesick, so, the smartstone is a coping mechanism. However, I had to impose rules on its usage.”

“Let’s hear them, please,” he said.

“You can’t directly contact your old world,” Amalthea said. “No texting, no posting to websites, and no outgoing calls. However, you can observe, browse, and use search functions and whatnot. I’ve also set it up so you can call me should you ever need to. Though, I can’t stress enough that having my phone number in the smartstone is a privilege, not a right. If you truly wish to amount to anything, you need to be able to do things for yourself.”

“I understand,” Presto said with a nod. “I’ll make sure to save calling you for really big emergencies.”

“As well you should,” Amalthea said. “I understand that your initial reaction to waking up in the new world is overwhelming and I deeply apologize for the shock.”

“Now that I understand what’s happening,” Presto said. “I forgive you. Though, why were my clothes off?”

“I made your body before the attire,” Amalthea said. “I was unable to put them on as you were waking up when I finished them.”

“Oh, that explains it,” he said. “Though, I guess it’s kind of a moot point since I saw most ponies don’t wear all that much and I ended up selling them anyway.”

“Yes,” Amalthea said. “Clothes are worn more prominently by nobles or royals. Though, traditional footwear isn’t worn by any of them.”

“Fitting, since I noticed no one has any actual feet,” Presto said. “At least, not human feet.”

“Before you ask,” Amalthea said. “Your original body is completely unaware of your existence.”

“I was about to ask,” he said. “But, thank you for the clarification.”

“One more thing,” Amalthea said. “I recommend making friends in the new world to make your new life worthwhile. You can’t use them as replacements for your old family and you shouldn’t try.”

“Alright,” Presto said. “Thank you for the advice.”

“For good measure,” Amalthea said. “I recommend having one friend from each of the nine other pony breeds.”

“So far,” he said. “I’m on the right track by befriending an earth pony, a pegasus, a unicorn, and a kirin.”

“Good,” Amalthea said. “Now, I understand Novella mentioned reading that kelpies have an unflattering reputation for luring ponies to a watery grave with their singing.”

“Yes,” Presto said. “I had heard about kelpies before from Scottish mythology, but, I didn’t want to be quick to judge because I hadn’t actually met one.”

“That reputation comes from biased reports from a researcher that had encountered such kelpies,” Amalthea said. “That became a stereotype for many of the race as a whole. By now, the kelpies that follow that stereotype outnumber the ones that don’t.”

“I see,” Presto said. “Will I meet one who doesn’t follow that stereotype?”

“Yes,” Amalthea said. “In due time.”

“Alright,” Presto said.

“I shall leave you to your own devices now,” Amalthea said. “I wish you well on your future endeavors here.”

The next morning, Presto, Novella, Navy, and Kara were on their way to the guild. The first floor of the guild building was like a restaurant.

“Wow~” Kara said, amazed. “I’ve walked by here so many times, but, I’ve never seen the interior until today.”

“Welp,” Navy said. “Time to become legit.”

“Indeed,” Novella said. “And to earn a proper keep from our skills. Ready, Presto?”

He nodded and they headed to an ocean blue unicorn mare with a rose mane and tail and light brilliant cyan eyes wearing a red feathered cap with a pressed-in brim.

“Uh, excuse me,” Presto said. “We’d like to register, please.”

“Excellent,” said the mare. She then wrote down in her log. “Will that be for all four of you?”

“Yes, Miss…” Presto said, squinting at the nameplate.

“Ocean Song,” Novella whispered.

“Ocean Song,” he said aloud. He then whispered to Novella, “Thank you.”

“Alright, then,” Ocean Song replied. “Will this be your first time registering with the guild? If so, I can provide a basic explanation of what it means to register with us.”

“Yeah, this is our first time,” Navy said. “Now, we know the gist of it is that the guild takes requests of individuals or groups, publicizes them, and takes a small fee upon completion.”

“Those are indeed true,” Ocean Song confirmed. “However, there are a few more intricate details. The requests are split into ranks based on how difficult they’re expected to be, so, someone with a low personal rank can’t accept requests aimed at those of a higher rank. However, so long as half or a majority of one’s party are of a high enough rank, they would be able to accept such requests even if the others in the party don’t meet the rank requirements. Upon completion of a quest, one will receive payment. If one fails a quest, however, they will be charged with breach of contract.”

“Very well then,” Novella nodded.

Looks like I need to choose my work carefully, Presto thought to himself.

“In addition,” Ocean Song continued. “If one continues to fail multiple quests, then they will be deemed a low-quality individual and their guild registration will be revoked as a penalty. Should that happen, one will never be able to re-register with any guild branch in any town. Other stipulations include registration expiring if one doesn’t take requests for a five-year period and one can’t accept multiple requests at the same time. Concerning subjugation requests, one must hunt monsters within the designated area or their work will be considered invalid. As a general rule, the guild will not directly involve itself in personal dissent between adventurers unless such dissent is judged to be harmful to the guild itself. If you have any further questions, please direct them to the appropriate individuals.”

“Sounds like we better be careful,” Presto said.

Ocean Song gave out four blank forms. “Please fill in and return these forms with all of the required details.”

“Is it okay if someone else fills out my form for me?” Presto asked. “I can’t read or write.”

“As long as whoever writes it for you jots down the correct information about you,” Ocean explained. “Then, that’s acceptable.”

“I’ll take care of it,” Novella said.

So, Novella and Presto sat in a more comfortable spot where they could take down the information. Novella wrote down information Presto gave her when signing his form at the Home-Away Hooves Inn. After some time, they were done. Ocean took the forms and held a pitch-black card over each of them. She then took out a small pin.

“Use this to prick your fingers and spill a little bit of your blood on the cards with your respective names,” Ocean said.

Navy did hers first. Then, Kara followed suit, followed by Novella. And last but not least, Presto. After rubbing their blood on the surface of the cards, white letters floated up onto them.

“Whoa~” the four said in astonishment.

I still can’t read it, Presto said internally. This illiteracy is really getting embarrassing.

“Each of your personal Guild Cards,” Ocean explained. “Has a little spell on it that will make it turn gray if handled by someone other than its real owner for longer than a few seconds. It’s a simple anti-forgery mechanism. Also, should you happen to lose your card, please report to the guild as swiftly as possible. For a small fee, we will be able to issue you a new card.” She took hold of Presto’s card and stood there for a few seconds. Just as she’d said, it eventually turned from pitch black to a dull gray. The very moment she placed the card back in Presto’s hands, it snapped right back to black.

“Thank you,” Presto said gratefully.

“With this,” Ocean said. “Your guild registration is complete. All available work requests are posted on the board over there. If you see one you would like to accept, please confirm all details and apply for it through our quest clerk.”

“Sounds good,” Novella said.

The four newly registered Guild Ponies looked to see the aforementioned board.

“How about this one?” Kara said, pointing to a request notice. “It doesn’t look too hard and has a good reward.”

Navy and Novella also looked at the request notice. Novella read it aloud so Presto would understand it.

“It’s to kill five lone-horned wolves out east,” she read. “The reward is 24 copper bits. That could be six copper bits for each of us.”

“I’m not too sure about that,” Presto said. He was awfully fond of dogs, so, killing canines didn’t sit well with him.

“You won’t get far as an adventurer if you don’t step out of your comfort zone from time to time,” Kara said.

Presto took a deep breath. “Okay, but, let’s try not to do as many missions where we kill canids. I’m kind of a dog pony.”

“Fine by me,” Navy said.

“If they’re causing trouble to others, then, I’ll do what I can,” Novella said.

“Let’s accept it then,” Presto said with a sigh.

“I’ll handle this,” Navy said.

“Thanks,” Presto said as Navy took the request to the clerk.

Kara put a hand on his shoulder. “I can understand the sentiment,” she said. “I was quite close with the family dog on my family’s farm. But, I’m also not really a fan of lone-horned wolves. Those things leave a nasty bite.”

“Really?” Presto asked.

“Yeah,” Kara said. “There’s bandages under my sports tape from where lone-horned wolves bit me.”

“I see,” Presto said. Then, something occurred to him. “Uh, oh…”

“What’s wrong?” Kara asked.

“I don’t have a weapon,” Presto said.

“Don’t worry,” Novella said. “We’re going to get our own weapons momentarily. We’ll also stop by the general store for other supplies for you.”

“Oh, that’s good,” Presto said. “Thanks.”

“While we’re at it,” Novella said. “We may as well get some carrier belts and backpacks.”

Huh, Presto thought internally. So, they have backpacks here. Interesting. Though, I guess it would make sense for carrying bigger supplies like books or lunchboxes.

Navy then returned. “The mission is ours to work on.”

“We need to make a quick stop first,” Kara said.

“Supplies, weapons, and other essentials, you know,” Novella explained briefly.

So, the friends set out to get the equipment they need. The weapon shop had a logo with a sword and shield.

“Here we are,” Navy said before asking Presto the important question. “Any weapons you’re good with?”

“Well, my grandpa would teach me swordplay,” he replied.

“Nice~” Navy smiled in an impressed tone. “A blader.”

“Barrel’s got plenty of swords,” Kara said.

“Good to know,” Presto said. “Is Barrel the weapons supplier?”

“He’s the shop’s clerk and owner,” Kara said.

“Interesting,” he nodded.

They entered the shop and were greeted by a light brown, bearded earth pony stallion with a black mane, beard, and tail and brown eyes. His body made it easy to confuse him for a bear.

“Good afternoon, Barrel,” Novella said.

“Welc’m,” said the stallion in an unusual accent. “Lookin’ for somethin’?”

“We just joined the guild and we need weaponry,” Novella said. “And some carrier belts, too.”

“Well, yer in luck,” Barrel said. “Ah just got a shipment o’ carrier belts this mornin’.”

“Perfect,” Kara smiled.

“And,” Presto said. “You happen to have swords, correct?”

“Aye, ah do,” Barrel confirmed. “Jus’ look ter the left.”

“Thanks,” Presto said. He looked to the left and saw a selection of what looked like Japanese katanas. Novella saw them as well.

“Those look like the kind of swords made in Jockeypan,” she said.

“Jockeypan?” Presto asked.

“It’s an island country to the far east,” Novella explained.

“Interesting,” Presto said. Must be their version of Japan, he thought internally. He then grabbed one Katana and talked to Barrel. “How much is this one?”

“Err, that one, eh?” Barrel said. “That’ll be two silver bits, aye. Thing is, though, it ain’t exactly the easiest weapon ta use. Definitely ain’t something ah’d suggest fer a beginner.”

“Two silver bits?!” Navy exclaimed. “Isn’t that a little expensive?!”

“Well,” Barrel explained. “It ain’t like ah usually get ’em stocked often n’ even when ah do there’s hardly anyone who can use the dang thing. O’ course it’ll be pricey!”

“I imagine it would take a lot of supplies to make a sword,” Novella commented. “And it wouldn’t be cheap to ship it all the way out here in Marecia****.”

“Hmm, good points,” Navy said. “After all, we are a few miles away.”

“Okay,” Presto said. “I’ll take it. Uh, can you make change for a gold bit?”

“Aye, ah can,” Barrel said. Presto paid one gold bit and was given back 98 silver bits. “Pleasure doin’ business with ya. Interested in any protective gear while yer at it?”

“No, this’ll do for now,” Presto said. “I’ll come back when I have a bit more cash on me.”

“Gotcha,” Barrel smiled. “Well then, here’s hoping that sword helps ya earn a boatload.”

The mares made their purchases as well. In addition to carrier belts (which Presto saw was the type of belt he was wearing) for Navy and Novella, Kara got a pair of greaves, Novella got a silver wand, and Navy got a pair of daggers.

“Aw, yeah!” Kara exclaimed happily. “These’ll work great with my gauntlets!”

“I’ll be certain to channel spells through this,” Novella said.

“Now,” Navy said. “To go to the general store so Presto can get a small pouch, a canteen, a lunchbox, a fishing hook and some fishing line, a pair of scissors, a knife, a toolbox with plenty of handy little things such as matches, some medicinal herbs, some antidotes, and other little things along those lines. Oh, and backpacks to carry those in.”

“We should get those for ourselves, too,” Novella said. “Before we joined the guild, we had to rely on Kara to carry our supplies in her carrier belt.”

“Never a bad idea to get the things you need,” Presto said.

Later, they’d all purchased the necessary items. Navy’s backpack was a sling variation.

“Ah,” Presto said. “So, that’s how winged races wear backpacks.”

“Indeed,” Novella said. “Now, we’re all set.”

Two hours later, the group arrived in the forest.

“I’ll scout ahead,” Navy said before she flew above the trees. She spotted a clearing with feral wolves roughly the size of large dogs with gray fur and each one sporting a single black spiraling horn protruding from each of their foreheads. “Wolves dead ahead!”

The wolves had heard Navy’s outburst and turned to face the group. They growled fiercely, hoping to scare the ponies away. Kara put on her pair of metallic green gauntlets and got into a defensive stance.

“Get ready, guys!” she said. “This is going to be intense.”

As one tried to pounce her, she punched it square in the muzzle. Taking a smashing blow from her gauntlet-clad fist, the lone-horned wolf got thrown to the ground with all the life knocked out of it.

“Nice one, Kara!” Navy complimented. “I'll get the next one.” She pointed her dagger at a wolf charging towards her. That dagger gained a glowing green aura as Navy’s voice seemed to echo a bit. “Come forth, Lightning! Pure Sparkling Javelin: [Thunder Spear]!”

The dagger launched a spear made entirely of lightning at the charging wolf, electrocuting it.

“Whoa!” Presto exclaimed. “Was that magic?!”

“Yes, that was, Presto,” Navy replies, until she pointed to something close to him. “Look out!”

Presto saw a wolf about to pounce him. He drew his katana and managed to decapitate the wolf.

“Whoa!” Novella exclaimed. “Impressive!”

“Now it’s your turn, Novella!” Navy called.

“Right,” Novella said. She held her wand in front of her and both it and her wand gained a glowing red aura as her voice seemed to echo. “Come forth, Fire! Hail of Red Stones: [Ignis Fire]!”

Her wand shot a small flaming orb at a wolf approaching her. The friends continued to fight off the wolves until the last one was slain.

“Looks like we overdid it a bit,” Kara said. “The request was for 5 wolves. We took out 6.”

“That wasn’t a pup, was it?” Presto asked uneasily.

“No,” Novella said. “They were all fully grown.”

“Oh, I see,” Presto said, breathing a sigh of relief. “So, we better talk to the guild about this.”

“We need proof we did the job,” Novella said. “The horns will do.”

“Alright,” Presto nodded.

Kara used her strength to break off the horns from the wolf carcasses.

“Now that we’ve finished this,” Novella said. “Let’s return to the guild.”

Two hours later, they returned to the guild.

“Five horns from lone-horned wolves,” Presto said to Ocean Song. “We’ll keep the sixth as a trophy for our first successful mission.”

“Excellent work, all of you,” Ocean said. “Now, please present your Guild Cards.” They did so. “Thank you.”

She stamped each one. Each had a magical circle that disappeared after a few seconds.

“Thank you so much,” said Novella politely.

“What was that about?” Presto asked.

“This is to indicate your experience and how close you’ll start to rank up,” Ocean explained. “Stamps differ based on the difficulty of the request completed. The cards save the information about what you had done, so, as you accumulate stamps, eventually, your rank will increase and the color of your card will change.”

“Ah, I see,” said Presto. “What are the colors?”

“Black, Blue, Red, Bronze, Silver, Gold, and Platinum,” Ocean Song explained.

“Thanks,” Presto said as Ocean paid them 24 copper bits.

“And thank all of you for your efforts,” Ocean Song smiled. “Have a good day. Take some time to rest before you choose your next quest.”

So, the quartet treated themselves to treats at Oven Lovin’.

“How was your day?” Smores asked.

“Pretty good,” Kara said. “We joined the guild.”

“Awesome!” Smores said. “And it’s good to see you guys are safe.”

“Hey, Novella?” Presto asked.

“Yes?” the unicorn mare asked.

“In addition to teaching me the written language,” Presto said. “Do you think you can also teach me magic?”

“Well, it shouldn’t be impossible since you’re an alicorn,” Novella said. “What are your aptitudes?”

“My… what?” Presto asked with a slight head tilt.

“The kind of magic you can use,” Novella explained. “All sapient races in the world are born with magical energy, but, without an aptitude, they can’t cast a single spell no matter how hard they try.”

“In that case,” Presto said. “I can honestly say I don’t know mine.”

“Well, there’s a way we can find out,” Novella said. She then took out a small pouch and emptied it. Out of the pouch came eight translucent stones in the colors of red, blue, yellow, green, white, black, gray, and violet. “These are spellstones. They can be used to amplify, store, and release magical energy. We can use these to test whether or not you have an aptitude for magic. But, it can only provide a rough estimate, either way. Hmm. Water should be the simplest to demonstrate.” After she finished her tea, she grabbed the blue stone. “Come forth, Water!”

At Novella’s command, a small stream of water flowed from the spellstone into the teacup.

“Whoa,” Presto said.

“This is active magic,” explained Novella. “Just now, the spellstone responded to my magical energy and created water.”

“I see,” Presto said.

“By the way…” Navy said as she took the spellstone in her own hand. “Come forth, Water!” Unlike with Novella, nothing happened. “Since I can’t use water magic, nothing happened.”

“On the other hand,” Novella said. “Navy can use wind magic, which I’m unable to, and Kara can use fortification magic that neither of us can.”

“Interesting,” Presto nodded. “So, may I try?”

“Knock yourself out,” Navy said as she gave him the spellstone.

Presto gently took the spellstone and he held it close by an empty water glass.

“Come forth, Water!” he said. Before he could even blink, the spellstone started gushing water like a broken faucet.

He released the stone, stopping the water flow. All of the mares who are present gaze at him in surprise.

“Whoa!” Navy managed to say.

“What does that reaction mean?!” Presto asked.

“Presto,” Novella said. “You have so much magical energy that it’s almost overflowing... I think. To cause such a strong reaction with such a tiny stone and only the fragment of a spell... and on your first attempt, too... It’s just... your magical energy seems to be obscenely potent... I can’t believe my own eyes, even though I just saw it. I’ve read that alicorns have the most potent magic of all pony races, but, seeing it is just… incredible!”

“Believe me,” Presto said. “It’s as much of a shock for me as it is for all of you.”

“I suggest you practice outside,” Smores said.

The others sheepishly sweatdropped and made their way outside after paying their bill. They went to a picnic table. Novella placed the spellstones upon it.

“We know you can use water magic,” Novella said.

“Right,” Presto nodded. “Now, what to try next?”

“The red one is fire,” Novella said.

He carefully picked up the red spellstone.

“You guys better stand back,” Presto advised. “I don’t know how well this is going to go.” He held the stone in front of him. “Come forth, Fire!” The spellstone released a large flame, which the mares carefully dodged. “Whoa!” He dropped the stone, immediately ceasing the flame.

“Fire created by magic won’t harm the caster,” Novella said. “Unless that fire touches something the user’s wearing.”

“Good to know, all the same,” Presto said. “So, it seems I can also create fire magic. What next?”

“Earth is the yellow stone,” Novella said.

Presto then held onto the yellow spellstone.

“Come forth, Earth!” he said. Sand poured out of the stone and flowed over his hand, making a small pile on the table. He set it down and shook the sand off of himself.

“The green one is wind,” Novella said.

Presto then picked up the green spellstone.

“Come forth, Wind!” he said. The stone generated a wind tunnel that swept away the sand on the table. Novella was slowly becoming more baffled along with Kara and Navy.

“White is light,” she said.

Presto picked up the white stone. “Going by what happened so far,” he said. “Maybe cover your eyes.” They did so. “Come forth, Light!” And the spellstone glowed as bright as the sun. “Yep! Called it!” He set down the stone and rubbed his eyes from the intense brightness. As soon as the stone broke contact with him, the light died down.

“Black is darkness,” Novella said.

Presto picks this up next.

“Come forth, Darkness!” After the words escaped his lips, a dark cloud formed around him and the stone until he set it back down. He saw all three mares looking utterly baffled.

“…What the hell, man?!” Kara said. Presto could tell from that reaction that this wasn’t normal.

“This is insane!” Navy exclaimed.

“I heard alicorns had high magic potential,” Novella said. “But, this is the first time I’ve met a pony who can use as many as six different elements! I can only use three, but, that’s still quite rare.”

“Knowing this,” Presto said. “I think maybe I should save testing the other two spellstones for another time. Seeing you guys react like this makes me think I could potentially kill you guys with shock. Though, I’m curious. What do they represent?”

“Well, they represent the two types of non-elemental magic,” Novella exclaimed. “Aether and Mind, which are represented by the violet and gray spellstones, respectively.”

“I see,” said Presto. “Fascinating.”

“Both are kinds of personal magic,” Novella said. “Aether relates to the body and soul while Mind relates to the intellect.”

“Sounds like I would have to be really careful with those,” Presto considered.

“Well,” Novella said. “It’s very rare for two or more life forms to use the exact same Aether or Mind spells. Most that can use them usually have one spell belonging to either or both.”

“I can only use my Aether spell, [Boost],” Kara explained. “But, I don’t mind. Thanks to it, anyone who’s underestimated me because of my weight and the fact that I’m a mare has paid the price for it.”

“That must be why you’re so tough,” Presto commented. Kara nodded.

“When she uses it,” Novella explained. “She not only has her already high earth pony strength increased, but, can gain enhanced jumping height or explosive power to her physical attacks in short bursts.”

“And all she has to do is say, ‘[Boost],’” Navy said.

“But, how did she learn she had it?” Presto asked.

“Somewhere along the way, the name just came to me,” Kara explained. “It hasn’t failed me since. That was the case with my younger brother, Judo*****. Though, his was a Mind spell called [Precision].”

“I didn’t know you had a brother,” Presto said. “I would like to meet him someday, if possible.”

“Aether and Mind spells,” Novella said. “Have no set incantation and operate on spell name alone.”

“I see,” Presto said. “So, there’s no way of knowing what my Aether or Mind spell would be or if I have any?”

“Not necessarily,” Novella said. “You could still try testing with them. Just hold one of them and recite a spell belonging to the element of the spellstone you’re holding. Even if the spell doesn’t work, if you have an aptitude for Aether or Mind, the stones should still react. Like, they could glow or shudder a bit.”

“Alright,” Presto nodded. He picked up the violet stone.

“If you like,” Novella said. “You can try casting [Boost].”

“Alright,” Presto said as he picked up the Aether spellstone. “[Boost]!” On his command, his lower arms flashed red, the same sign when Kara’s [Boost] was active.

“What?!” Kara exclaimed in surprise.

“He can use Aether, too?!” Navy said. Presto’s arms reverted to normal in seconds.

“He really is something else,” Novella gasped.

“The last one’s Mind,” Presto said. “Are there others besides [Precision]?”

“Well,” Novella said. “I’ve heard about a Mind Spell called [Gate], which allows the user to create portals. That one’s exceptionally rare.”

“Whoa,” Presto gasped. “I can’t even start on how useful that spell will be. So, if I was to try that, how would it work?”

“Well, from what I’ve read,” Novella explained. “The user thinks about a location they’ve been at least once before while casting the spell and a portal opens to that location.”

“I see,” Presto said. “So, I would think of some place like the Home-Away Hooves Inn to get to it?”

“Yes,” Novella said. “But, not from locations such as this, where it would be within walking distance.”

“Yeah,” Kara said. “That would be pretty lazy.”

“Good point,” Presto admitted. “Hmm. How about that forest we hunted in?”

“That would be more efficient,” Novella smiled. “It took us two hours to get there and another two to get back.”

“And my belly didn’t appreciate it,” Kara said.

“In that case…” Presto said as he picked up the gray spellstone. “[Gate]!”

The stone produced a wall of translucent light before him. The wall was roughly the size of a door, but, no thicker than a sheet of paper.

“Seriously?!” Navy said.

“He can use all eight magical elements?!” Kara exclaimed.

Presto and the mares poked their heads through the wall, seeing the very forest they had their first mission in.

“And the portal works well,” Novella said.

They pulled their heads back and the wall of light vanished.

“Okay,” Kara said. “Hearing about how powerful alicorns are is one thing, but, seeing it firsthand is mind-blowing!”

Hearing this, Presto couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt.

“It kind of feels like I’m cheating at life by being able to use that much magic,” he said.

“It’s not really your fault, though,” Novella said. “You are an alicorn, so, it comes naturally to you. My philosophy is that no matter how powerful someone is, what they do with that power defines their character.”

That made Presto feel a little better.

“Thanks, Novella,” Presto said. “And you do have a point. Let’s head back to the Home-Away Hooves Inn.”

So, with it being a short distance away, they headed back to the Inn. They saw Peach talking to a mint green unicorn mare with red eyes and a silvery mane and tail wearing a white apron.

“Wonder who that is,” Kara said.

Peach turned her attention to the four friends.

“Ah, welcome back,” said Peach politely. “Do you suppose you could help me out with something? My friend here, Peppermint, works at the cafe down the street called Minty’s.”

“What do you need help with?” Presto asked.

“I’m hoping to expand my menu,” said the mare, whose name was Peppermint. “And I was hoping adventurers such as yourselves might have some ideas.”

“Well, what do you have in mind?” Presto asked.

“Something that should be popular among mares,” Peppermint explained. “We specialize in desserts, but, I’d like to make something besides another cake.”

“Hmm,” Presto said thoughtfully. “The only thing that comes to mind is ice cream.”

“Ice cream?” Peppermint asked. “What sort of food is that?”

This caught Presto by surprise as he had vague memories of ice cream being well-known in My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. “Well,” he explained. “It’s basically a flavored cream served cold, but, a bit soft as well.”

“Hmm,” Peppermint said, listening. “That does sound fascinating. Do you have the recipe?”

“Uh…” Presto started before a thought occurred to him. “Hang on a sec.” He pulled out his smartstone, which caught the attention of the mares.

“What’s that thing?” Kara asked.

“Uh, it’s a magic tool that helps me learn things,” Presto said. “I’m the only one who can use it, so, I’d appreciate you not asking too much about it.” Then, a thought occurred to him. “Are cows a thing here by any chance?”

“Oh, yeah,” Kara said. “One lives on my family farm. She’s a hard worker.” She then had a smug expression. “My brother certainly likes her.”

“Cool,” Presto said. “Would you mind introducing me to her?”

“I don’t mind,” Kara said. “You girls want to come along, too?”

“I don’t think all of us need to go,” Navy said.

“That’s okay,” Kara said. “My farm’s not too far outside of town.”

“Thanks, Kara,” Presto said.

Kara led Presto to a farm just outside of Stonewood. They saw a plump anthropomorphic cow with blue eyes and white fur and brown patches wearing a red bandana that stood about half a head taller than Kara stacking hay with a skinny vermilion earth pony stallion with a brown mane and tail and orange eyes wearing fingerless black gloves. The stallion was about a head shorter than Kara.

“I’m guessing that stallion there is your brother,” Presto said.

“Yep, that’s him,” Kara said. “Hey, Daisy! Judo!”

The bovine and stallion turned their attention toward Kara’s voice.

“Well, howdy do, Kara,” the cow said in a southern accent. “We heard y’all joined the Adventurer’s Guild.”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Kara said. “By the way, this is my new friend Presto.”

“Hi,” Presto greeted. “So, is it possible you could help us out with something?”

“Sure thing,” Daisy said. “What dya need?”

“Well, we’re trying to make something that’ll need milk,” Presto explained.

“Ya came ta the right cattle gal, Presto,” Daisy smiled. “Ah filled a milk can this mornin’.”

“Yeah,” Judo smiled wistfully. “She really is a strong, reliable beauty, isn’t she?”

“Is it okay if we have it?” Presto asked. “We can pay you back with anything you want.”

“O’ course,” Daisy nodded. “If’n it’s fer Kara, it’s on me. Her family gave me a job on this here farm.” She then booped Judo on the nose. “N’ this li’l cutie, too.”

Judo wobbled in a smitten manner.

“Y’all mind coverin’ fer me while ah get the milk can?” Daisy asked Judo in a rather flirtatious manner.

“Sure, why not,” Judo said in a soft lovestruck tone. Daisy gave him a kiss on the cheek before heading to the barn with a deliberate sway of her hips, which Presto and Kara noticed Judo gazing at.

“I can tell Judo likes Daisy,” Presto said to Kara.

“‘Likes’ is an understatement,” Kara chuckled to Presto. “He loves her.”

“Aww,” Presto said in a sweet and supportive manner. Shortly after, Daisy returned from the barn with the milk can flung over her shoulder. “Whoa, she’s strong!”

“Thank ya fer noticin’,” Daisy smiled. “Ah can tell that was a platonic comment.”

“It’s natural for her to be strong,” Kara said. “She’s a member of the cattlekind race. They’re naturally strong.”

“I see,” Presto nodded. “Are there more cattlekind creatures like her?”

“Oh, yeah,” Kara nodded. “There’s bisons and yaks, which are distantly related to Daisy’s breed.”

“We cattlefolk don’t of’n have magic,” Daisy added. “But, we ain’t pushovers.”

“I see,” Presto said. “As long as you have skills to help you, that’s what’s important.”

“Fer the record,” Daisy said, pointing to her rather sizable breasts. “These’re fer show.” She then pointed to the udders between her legs. “These’re fer milkin’.”

“Good to know,” Presto said, somewhat uneasily.

“Well, we better get going,” Kara said. “Thanks for the milk, Daisy.”

“Anytime, Kara,” Daisy said. “Anytime.”

Presto struggled to lift the can.

“Here, let me get that,” Kara said. She was able to haul the milkcan with little effort using both hands.

“Are all earth ponies that strong?” Presto asked.

“Some of them are with training,” Kara said. “A lot of earth ponies have strength while others don’t work as much as I do.”

Presto nodded in understanding.

They soon returned to the Home-Away Hooves Inn, where Peach, Peppermint, Navy, and Novella were waiting.

“Okay, we have one ingredient so far,” Presto said.

“Excellent,” Peppermint smiled. “What else do you need?”

“Hang on,” Presto said as he checked the recipe on the smartstone. “Novella, could you write down the recipe as I give it to you?”

Navy grew suspicious. “Wait,” she said. “You can’t read stuff written down, but, you can read what’s on that thing?”

“Oh…” Presto said, trying not to blow his secret. “Long story short, I was raised to read a different written language. This little thing has that written language in it. Don’t ask how.”

“I understand,” Novella said. “And yes, I can.” She readied a notepad and pen. “Go ahead.”

“Okay,” Presto said as he read the recipe. “Three eggs, two hundred milliliters of heavy cream, sixty to eighty grams of sugar… Does any of this sound unfamiliar to you?”

“Sorry…” Novella said. “What are milliliters and grams?”

“They’re units of measurements that I’m familiar with,” Presto explained before thinking to himself. Luckily, my family knows both the metric and imperial measurement systems. “Peach, do you have any measuring cups?”

“Yes, actually,” Peach nodded.

“Can we use one?” Presto asked.

“Of course,” Peach smiled.

Presto took one of the measuring cups and compared it to the kinds he washed in his old world when it was his turn to do the dishes. As Presto explained the measurements, he pointed to the exact points of the measuring cup coinciding with each respective ingredient in the recipe. Novella nodded and took note.

“We also need vanilla extract,” Presto said.

“I believe there are some plants with vanilla beans available close by,” Novella said.

“Good,” Presto said. “Oh, can you use ice magic?”

“Yes, I can,” Novella said with a modest sense of pride. “Ice spells are considered water magic, you see.”

“That makes sense,” Presto said. “Now, write down the steps as I tell you, please.”

Presto read the steps to Novella, who wrote them down carefully. After the ingredients were gathered, Peppermint carefully followed the steps.

“Alright, Novella,” Presto said when Peppermint was finished mixing the mixture, which he poured into a metal container that he put a lid on. “Freeze this container, please.”

“On it!” Novella said before holding out her wand. Both it and her horn glowed with a blue aura while her voice seemed to echo a bit. “Bind thus, Ice! Frozen in an instant: [Flash Freeze]!” At her command, the wand flash-froze the container into a block of ice.

“Well done,” Preston complimented. “Now, we have to wait 3-4 hours.” He put his hands on the ice block, only to instantly pull them back and wave them around.

“Are you alright?!” Novella asked.

“Yeah,” Presto said. “Guess it slipped my mind that ice would be cold.”

“Not to fret,” Novella said. “My ice magic is noticeably powerful. I can levitate this to the icebox.”

Her horn illuminated with a magic aura that matched her eye color. The magic aura then surrounded the block of ice and levitated it towards the icebox. Presto opened the icebox door and Novella slipped the block inside.

“That was a neat spell,” Presto said after closing the door.

“Thank you,” Novella smiled. “That was biologically exclusive magic. It can’t be learned by non-unicorns and doesn’t require any incantations. Since you’re part unicorn, you should be able to learn it and use it.”

“What aptitude does it fall under?” Presto asked.

“Biologically exclusive magic,” Novella said. “Operates independently of aptitudes.”

“I’ll add that to the list of things I’ll need to learn,” Presto said. “But, I’ll still need to learn how to read and write.”

“Maybe you can while we take the time for the mixture to freeze,” Novella said.

“That would be a good start,” Presto admitted.

“Novella can help there,” Navy said.

“Indeed I can,” Novella said. “We’ll have to be somewhere where we can practice safely.” She led him to the lobby. “Let’s try something simple to start.”

“Alright, Miss Print,” Presto said as if he were a student addressing a teacher. “What do you have in mind?”

Novella placed a pebble on the table with a slight blush. “Using only your biological magic,” she explained. “Try to lift this pebble.”

Presto focused on the pebble and while closing his eyes, tried to lift it with his biological magic. Nothing happened.

“Is it working?” he asked.

“No,” Navy said plainly.

“Try focusing your energy into your horn,” Novella said.

Presto tried to focus his energy into his horn. Slowly but surely, it began to illuminate with a soft glowing aura that was the same color as his eyes.

“Very good,” Novella said. “Now, picture the pebble in your head.”

Presto continued to concentrate and he was able to engulf the pebble with his magic. He started to levitate it slowly.

“Good,” Novella said. “Are you imagining picking it up with your hands?”

“I… yes, I am,” Presto said softly.

“Keep doing that,” Novella said. Presto softly groaned as he levitated the pebble.

However, the pebble suddenly fractured. Presto released his magical energy, exhausted.

“Did I…” he said between breaths. “Do it?”

“Well, you levitated the pebble anyway,” Novella said. “I think it’d be prudent for you to learn some restraint. You put too much effort into lifting the pebble and it caused you to strain yourself.”

“Looks like I have a lot to learn,” Presto said, somewhat embarrassed. “Let’s start with reading and writing. If future magic lessons have written diagrams, I’ll need to know what they’re saying.”

“Of course,” Novella said understandingly.

3-4 hours later, Presto had learned to read each individual letter in the written language.

“Thank you for all of your help, Novella,” Presto said kindly. “And it looks like three or four hours have passed. The ice cream should be ready by now.”

“Let’s go see,” Novella said.

She levitated out the block and Presto cracked the ice open before filling some small bowls with ice cream. Each of the mares sampled some.

“Wow!” Kara said. “What a sweet taste!”

“It melts in your mouth!” Novella said happily.

“It’s so cool~” Navy gushed.

“Think you might want it for your cafe, Peppermint?” Presto asked.

“Absolutely,” Peppermint said. “With how this tastes and feels in the mouth, it’s certain to be a success.”

“That’s good,” Presto said. “Do you happen to know ice spells?”

“No,” Peppermint said. “But, my sister, Spearmint, does.”

“Well, you both can have the recipe,” Presto said.

“I think I should learn the recipe, too,” Peach said. “I’ll need to hire someone who knows ice magic.”

“Very good,” Presto nodded.

“Between this stuff and that gem,” Kara said. “You keep getting weirder.”

“I would say more unique than weird,” Navy admitted.

“Well, I’m glad I could use my little trinket to repay you for teaching me how to read and how to use magic,” Presto said.

“We’re glad of that,” Novella smiled. “So we’ll truly be a team now.”

“Better believe it,” Navy said.

“Yeah!” Kara said happily.

Presto gave a grateful smile when something occurred to him. “We should save some ice cream for Daisy,” he said. “She provided the milk, so, it’s only fair.”

“That’s a great idea,” Kara said. “And I’m sure Judo wouldn’t mind a taste, either.” She then scooped up the remaining ice cream in her bowl and was about to eat it in one gulp, but, Presto stopped her.

“Don’t eat it too fast or you’ll get brain freeze,” he warned.

“Whoa!” Kara gasped. “That wouldn’t have been pleasant.”

“Indeed,” Novella said. “Like drinking a cold drink too fast.”

“Thanks for the warning, though,” Kara said.

She continued to enjoy her ice cream in smaller bites.

End of chapter.

Author's Note

Here's the first chapter of a new series I'm working on on the side. I took last week off of writing Nine Elements because Memorial Day. But, I didn't want to leave you with nothing, so, hopefully, this compensates.

*Try and guess what that would be in our world.

**Legit explanation.

***SID: An excellent point.

****A reference to Mercia. Look it up.

*****Idea by a Discord friend.

Thoughts? Comments? Ideas for future chapters? Y'all know the drill by now.

UPDATE 11/30/2024: changed the size of copper bits.