The Chronicles of QuickStomp

"So I'm...stuck here? Forever?"

"...Yes."

At this one word, everything you've been holding back flows forward through your tears. The hopelessness, a dark, cold feeling, washes over you. The regret of what you haven't done, and what you wish you could have changed. The anger at these ponies for bringing you here. No, the anger at yourself for crashing the car, and ending up here.

The orange pony walks up to you.

"You okay there, mister?"

You smile, just a little, at her accent. Even while sad, a pony with a country accent is still cute.

"Just... Just gimme a sec, here."

You pull back on the waterworks, saving them for another time. Wiping your eyes with your sleeve, you pull yourself up and onto your feet.

The white alicorn stepped forward. "Then you shall stay here, in Ponyville, for the time being. Oh, and I am Princess Celestia, and this is my sister, Princess Luna. We are the rulers of Equestria."

You raise an eyebrow, impressed. "Royalty, eh? That's cool."

"You shall stay here in the library for now with Twilight until we can secure you accommodations." say Luna.

"If that's alright with Twilight, sure. As long as I don't have to sleep in a stable."

"A stable?" The orange pony speaks up again. "Why the hay would we put ya in a stable?"

"Urrr... Never mind."

"Well then we shall be on our way. We have to go talk to the Mayor. She'll introduce you at the next town meeting." Both alicorns walk out the door, shutting it behind them.

Once they leave, all the other ponies explode with questions.

"What's the name of your world?"

"Where did you get that exquisite clothing?"

"Are you sure we can't hold a party?"

"Are you a male, or female? I can't tell."

"What's a car?"

"What's that speaker run on?"

"Girls GIRLS!" Twilight interrupts. I think we should leave our new guest alone, for now. He's been through a lot-You are a male, right?- and needs some time to think things through. You can come visit him tomorrow."

An echoing parade of 'awww's came from the other ponies, before they all trotted out the door. Twilight turns to you. "Is there anything you need to get from your..." she gestures at your vehicle, attempting to remember what you called it.

"My car?" you respond. "Yeah, just gimme a second."

You crawl back into the wreckage, and remove your cell phone (yay for Nokias!), your iPod, Your portable CD player, and every undamaged CD in your car. (the only two that were broke were your niece's Justin Bieber CD and your band's second cover album. Both are terrible, so you don't really mind them gone.) While you are doing this, Twilight goes into a narrow corridor by the side. You hear am knocking, then Twilight's voice. "Come out now, Spike! Everything's safe!"

You hear the unlocking of a door before Twilight reappears with what looks like a small purple dragon with green spikes running down it's back.

"So it's safe to come out nooooowwaaAAAAAAGGHHH WHAT IS THAT THING!!!!!!!!!" The purple dragon started screaming as he took cover behind Twilight.

"This is a human, Spike. I brought him over by accident from his own universe. He's gonna be staying here for a while, until Celestia finds him a place to stay!"

You kneel down to the dragon. At least some dragons talk in stories back home, and you have been numbed due to the fact that you have just met talking ponies, so Spike doesn't scare you as much as you would have thought. Plus he was tiny, only up to your knee.

"Hey there!" you say, and give him your name.

"Yo-You're not gonna eat me or anything, right?" Spike says from behind Twilight.

You laugh. It feels good to laugh, what with all the recent events you've been through, and thankfully it's not a high pitched insane laugh that escapes your lips. (though your voice is still a bit high pitched, due to Applejack's well placed kick) "Me? Eat you? Heh, shouldn't I be the one saying that? I mean, you 're a friggin' dragon!"

"How do you know what I am?" Spike replies, leaning a bit more out from

Twilight's leg.

"Back where I come from, dragons are mythical and powerful creatures, and not things to mess with."

Spike steps out from behind Twilight, puffing out his tiny chest in pride. "Yeah, that's right! You watch yourself, mister! We're the same here, too!" at this, Twilight rolls her eyes.

"So I guess you'll be wondering where you'll be sleeping, right? There's an extra bed up in the attic we can bring down! You can use the guest room." Twilight gestures at one of the three doorways upstairs. "The other is my room, and the final one's the bathroom."

You nod, taking what few possessions you have left in your arms.

"Thanks, Twilight. For letting me stay here, and saving my life."

"Oh," the purple unicorn blushes at the praise. "It was nothing. Now you should get to bed. We've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow!"

You nod, and after propping up your guitars and amp in a corner, you head upstairs to your new room. It's a rather small area, with you having to duck your head to avoid the roof. Shelves of books in a variety of colours were in here, though the written language was completely different here. A glimpse of an English on one of the covers makes you raise your eyebrows in surprise. What the, you think, reading the title.

A Rock Farmer's Almanac, it read.

Rock farmers? What the hell is a rock farmer?

You shake your head in confusion when there's a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

Twilight enters, levitating a smaller bed behind her.

"It's a little small, I know, but I can't take you to Woody's to get measured for a new one until the Mayor announces your arrival."

You thank her anyways, and ask about the different  written languages.

"Oh! Well the unicorns, earth ponies, and pegasus all speak equestrian, but all have different styles of writing. This is my private collection, so it's mostly in unicorn, yes."

You gesture at the almanac. "Didn't take you for the farm type, though"

Twilight gasps at the mis-shelved book, before taking it out with magic and apologizing profusely. You smile at this, for it reminds you of you frie... The tears begin to return. Noticing this, Twilight stops. "I think I'll just leave you now. If you need anything, just call! Good night!"

The tears begin flowing again as soon as Twilight shuts the door. The feeling of desperation and hopelessness returns, stronger than ever. You decide to let everything out now, and get it over with. You are in a new world now, and will have to deal with it your own way. You curl up on the small bed, dragging the cover up and over your body, not even bothering to remove your clothes. And so, on your first night in Equestria, you cry yourself to sleep.