The Chronicles of QuickStomp

Alright, this is my first time venturing out into the wide world of Internet stories.... Welp, here goes nothing. Oh, and I'm fine with any criticism. Written on my Ipod.

You brush the hair out of your eyes as you step out of the radio station into the cold, windy Canadian air. You shift your 1985 les Paul strapped tightly across your back into a more comfortable position, adjusting for your amp  that you're carrying in your other hand. Your fellow bandmates wave goodbye to you, expecting to see you tomorrow for practice. You pop the trunk of your car with your free hand before placing said amp and guitar in the back next to your friend's bass, which he left in there... again. You climb into the front of the car, flipping open the side compartment to peruse the wide assortment of CDs you have collected over the years. You have an iPod, but you feel more connection to the music when it's not just a simple piece of data. To you, the music feels more special when there's a solid object anchoring it down in real life. You decide to blow up your eardrums after the lighter music your band played today, so you slide in Nirvana's "Nevermind" album and crank it full blast. Soon you are doing your best Dave Gruhol impersonation, headbanging  to the pounding drums of "Breed". During your little air-drumming exercise, you fail to notice the text you just got from your roommate. Had you read it, you would have seen this:

B careful on the road today black ice everywhere & we don't have snow tires yet

And promptly SLOWED THE HECK DOWN!  But you didn't read it, and therefore didn't slow down, therefore losing control when you hit the patch of black ice on the bridge you were crossing, therefore making Cobain's voice the last thing you heard when your car went through the guardrails and straight towards the raging black water below...

"Spike! Are you done with that magic symbols yet? Zecora said it had to be precisely correct or this will end verrrrry badly!"

"Yes Twilight! Just finished!"

Spike walked over to the purple unicorn, whose head was deep in a book Zecora lent her.

"Man, does my hand hurt now!" Spike exclaimed as he dropped the (once-large) piece of chalk into a container filled with similar-sized shapes while stretching his hand. "If you were so worried about the exactness of the drawings, why didn't you draw it with magic?"

Twilight looked up from the thick book, frowning ever so slightly. "Spike, last time I messed up a transportation spell it almost put AJ in the hospital! I don't wanna do anything like that again!"

Spike scratched his chin."But this isn't a long distance teleportation spell, right? It's something different!"

Twilight sighed, closing the book. "Well yes and no. It's technically a teleportation spell, but it's supposed to allow one to reach into alternate universes. It's like the magic the ancient zebras knew, or whatever powers that Whooves pony's thingy .....what's it called?

"TARDIS?"

"Yes, that! Plus this is an unexplored area of magic! The unicorn that invented it, according to myth, disappeared without a trace! If I can pull this off, my name will be up there along Star-Swirl the Bearded's! Ohhhh, Princess Celestia would be so pleased!"

Spike rolled his eyes as Twilight went on and on about the future and the chances of inter-dimensional blah blah. He just hoped that the tree wouldn't explode or something. (he had already moved his comics to Pinkie's place, just in case)

Twilight placed down the book, and walked over to the library clearing, where a mural of intricate pictures and runes were drawn (by Spike). Twilight went over her checklist one more time- yes, everything was perfect- then took a deep breath.

"Alright, Spike, let's do this!"

Spike nodded from his corner in his makeshift armor he whipped together out of cookie sheets and pots.

Twilight began the magic spell. She concentrated harder than ever before, recalling the text she had just read about this.

Start small, she thought, let me just reach through.... Suddenly there was a blazing light that pierced the darkness of her mind's eye. Twilight, startled, stepped back, but kept persevering. The light grew brighter and brighter until an image, clear as day, was presented in her mind. It was a nice country bridge overlooking a raging river. Twilight was confused for a second, for the world she saw was very much similar to hers. Spotting a small rock lying by the  strange-looking metal fence thing, Twilight focused on it with all her might. A small black hole began forming on the ground in the middle of the runic drawings.

C'mon Twilight, she thought, just make a portal and...

SLAM!

"HEYY MS. LIBRARIAN PONY! ARE YOU IN HERE SOMEWHERE!" the scream echoed from the back door.

"Gah!" surprised, Twilight lost control of her magic, attempting to focus on both the real world and the one she was looking at in her mind's eye. As uncontrolled magic flowed through her horn, a much larger portal appeared on the library floor amongst the chalk drawings.

Spike looked at the portal nervously. "Twi? What's going on?"

Twilight strained to close the portal before anything got through. In her mind's eye, a fearsome blue machine just came squealing around the mountain's turn.

What the, she thought, when the blue machine seemed to lose control, and smashed right through the metal fence straight towards her (now expanded)portal.

"OH NO! GET DOW-" but her words were cut off as the fearsome blue machine passed thought the portal and into the world of Equestria, coming up through the floor as Twilight and the the two ponies that interrupted her- one a white unicorn with shaggy spiked hair, the other a dull grey earth pony with a pink bowtie-  watched in awe and fear as it promptly smashed gracefully into the library wall, causing several books to fall from their shelves.

The grey earth pony turned to her partner. "Vinyl, I think this might be a bad time to ask for those books now..."

But the words fell on deaf ears as the white unicorn was already running up to the (now smoking) blue machine, which had appeared to flip while passing through the portal.

"What the buck is this thing!?" Vinyl Scratch, Ponyville's local DJ, turned to Twilight."That was awesome Ms. Librarian pony! What spell was that!? It would be awesome at the rave next we-"

Twilight's voice was filled with panic when she addressed to two ponies. "Step away from the...thing right now! I don't know what it is! It's from another dimension! I could be dangerous! Oh no, what would the princess think of me if I accidentally caused the ponopcalypse! She'll never forgive me! I'll fail! I'll-"

"Ms. Sparkle," Octavia Philaharmonic, Vinyl's roommate and cello player, placed her hoof on Twilight's quivering figure."I think we should get some help, before we check any of this out."

Twilight gasped in shock as her body stopped quivering and froze. "OmigoshyesquickspikesendanurgentmessagetoprincessCelestiaandtellhertocomequickbringgaurdsandohsweetCelestiawhatifthatthingissomesortofhugetrapbydiscordorsombraIneedtogetthegirlsandohspiketelltheprincesstobringtheEle-"

Vinyl shoved her hoof into Twilight's mouth, cutting off her hyperactive speech. "You never told me you were ADHD, Twi! Heh heh. Stay here. I'll go round up your friends."

Twilight breathed a sigh of temporary relief. "Oh thank you! That means I can begin the tests right away!" She threw a smile in the direction of the two ponies and scampered off to the basement to collect her lab supplies. The two ponies looked at each other, then, after a skeptical simultaneous shrug of the shoulders, took off to fulfill their new objectives.

BLEEEEEECHUP! Spike , who had been listening the whole time, rubbed his snout after sending off Twilight's letter. Now all they could do was wait, and watch.

The first thing you feel is your fingers. There's a tingling feeling running through them to your brain, and the feeling spreads throughout the rest of your hands. You begin to realize that you can open your eyes, but keep them closed anyway, like when you don't want to get up in the morning. You groan, and shift your body to make yourself more comfortable. A sudden sharp bolt of pain, white hot, runs up your spine when you try to move your left leg. The pain makes you open your eyes, to see what is wrong.

The first thing you notice is that you are in your car. The second, your windshield is missing. And third, you're upside down! You shake your head, trying to clear the spots that are haplessly floating in front of your eyes. You glance down (or up, as you're upside down) at your leg, noticing that it's stuck between the seat and the dashboard.

Why is the dashboard so close? What happened?, you think to yourself, when the memories of the crash come racing back into your mind. You freeze as the panic and fear rush back over you, then breath a sigh of relief as the "I'm not dead" feeling rushes over you. Your mind makes the connection that you were about to crash into a river before you blacked out, and the feeling of relief becomes a feeling of curiosity. If you're not at the bottom of a river, then where the fuck are you? You reach up for a second, then stop as you hear a voice.

"Princess Celestia! Princess Luna!  I'm so glad you made it!" the voice sounds relieved and feminine, and is coming from behind you. You hear the  sound of....hooves?....on the ground, and figure you must be outside. You still can't see very well through all the wreckage.

A regal sounding voice, powerful but calm nonetheless, responds to the other one, "Yes, Twilight," Twilight? You ponder, who names their kid Twilight? And what sort of names for princesses at Celestia and Luna? "It was wise for you to call for us. I cannot believe that you succeeded in your experiments, but I don't think you meant to bring something so....big." You hear more clopping, getting closer. Why the heck are they on horses? You think to yourself. You slide your hand under the seat, feeling for the lever.

"It appears to be some machine, used for transportation. It looks like some sort of carriage," The regal voice speaks out again.

"Did thou think to look in thy carriage, perhaps?" A louder, powerful voice joins the fray, and you hear more clipping on the other side of your car. Your fingers grasp the handle under the seat, then pull. The seat falls back, and you fall down, slamming on your head. You groan in pain.

"What the- what was that?"

"Somethin' inside that there thing moved!"

"Oh, do be careful, Twilight!"

More voices from outside, all with different accents and tones. You roll your eyes, and begin to pull yourself out through your window. Rage begins to build in you as the thoughts that these people could have helped you, assisted you, but didn't began swarming through your head. You were going to completely snap on these people, and god help them when you did. You finally squeeze past the shattered glass, being careful not to cut yourself, stand up.

"Alright, what the hell is wrong with you peo-" You turn around, only to be faced with the astonished faces of.... Ponies? You blink several times, bewildered. Your brain takes in the surroundings. There's books and shelves throughout the wooden room.

A...library? You think to yourself. Your eyes focus on the colorful ponies that stand in front of you. What kind of horse is purple? You think, when one of them, a yellow one with a pink mane, lets out a shriek.

Not a neigh, or a whinny, a. Human. Scream. In return, you let loose a scream of your own. "What the fuck is going on here! Did that thing just scream!!???"

The taller, white one with...a...is that a...horn?....and....wings?....steps forward.  It opens it's mouth and...speaks.

"Greetings, Creature. I am-" At this point you catch nothing, for your brain then ceases to function and you black out.