Brothers In Friendship

It was an ordinary day like any other. The sun was out, school was about to open, nothing out of the unusual. Ben Foster slowly got out of bed, which was a lumpy mattress in an old store, he lived there. "Kushal?" he said. The boy next to him, on another mattress woke up.

"Huh, what do you want?" he said.

"Just to know if you could be bothered to look through the bins today, might be something useful" said Ben.

"Ben, we look in the bins every day, it's not like we have a choice" Kushal answered. A few hours later, they had properly gotten up, and left the shop. "Which bins today?" said Kushal.

"Let's see, the ones on Slate Street have food usually, and I think I saw a TV being thrown out just after we left" he said. Kushal nodded.

After they had arrives at Slate Street bin department, which is what they likes to call it, they had indeed found a TV, some cold chicken strips, but they had a working microwave. The previous day, Kushal had stolen an eight pack of soda from another shop. Ben had been scolded by the owner, but after realizing it wasn't Ben, he let him go.

"Kushal, I need help with this TV dude, it's really heavy!" shouted Ben. He was about to drop it, then Kushal jumped in, and grabbed it. Suddenly a tape shot out of the TV's VHS slot. They put the TV down, and Ben picked up the tape. It had "Ponies" written on it. "What. Ponies? Ponies are beautiful creatures…" he said. Ben was the environmentalist side of the duo, and Kushal was the all for cool side.

When they arrived home, Ben still carrying the tape in his pocket. They plugged the TV into a socket, the only socket that still worked, and it was luckily right in front of their beds. Kushal turned the TV on, there was only static.

"NO! Dammit, I thought we could watch something good, not just static!" he shouted.

Ben remembered the tape. "We could always try this?" asked ben, motioning for Kushal to put the tape in.

"Fine, you and your girly ways!" he said in a playful tone. Kushal put the tape in, and all it had on it were pictures of animated streets, with some strange markets. Then there was a jump scare of a pink blur.

"JESUS!" shouted ben.

"Haha, you shat yourself!" he shouted, leaving his bed. Suddenly Ben felt something under his mattress.

"Kushal, do you fell that, it's like-" he was cut off, when he came to the realization that was sinking in to his mattress. "KUSHAL!" he shouted. Kushal looked back, and his eyes opened wide.

"OH MY GOD! Hold on buddy!" he lunged forward and grabbed Ben's arms.

"Dude!" screamed Ben, as Kushal's grip slipped, causing Ben to let go, and he fell right through his bed.

"No!" said Kushal, he backed away from the mattress. But then, like paper was on fire, everything in view burned away, until Kushal and the mattress remained.

"Oh, please lead somewhere good…" he mumbled as he was given no other choice than to jump into this portal.

He was falling into a green-looking surface. "Wait, is that a field of grass?" he said, but all of a sudden multi-coloured blur appeared next to him, it was going to collide-"Huh?" he said, before getting pummelled in the face by something.

Elsewhere, Ben was asleep in a small area, he was unconscious against a tree. He opened his eyes, and sat up, panting. "Huh!" he said. His chest felt like he had just been hit by a car. He hadn't even focused on what was around him.

"What…" slurred Ben, unconsciously. He didn't know what had happened, one minute he was walking home, in the shop, next he was waking up sat next to something. But to his surprise, he wasn't in a hospital, or home-he was sat up against a massive tree. The strangest part of this was that the tree wasn't a tree- it was a home of some sort.

"Hello?" Ben said. He wasn't sure he should say anything. He looked around a bit. There was a chicken coop, some small dens-what was really exiting was this tree, and it had windows and a door, curtains. Ben stood up, painfully. His legs really hurt-maybe it was because he had ben sat in the same position for ages. That's a point-how long had he been here?

He looked through the window carefully, not wanting to gain attention. Inside the tree there was, decorations? Yes, there was a bed, a sofa, usual living stuff. It wasn't any of this which caught his attention the most. The thing that caught his attention was a butter-coloured equine, with wings! It had a smoothie pink mane, and cyan eyes. Whatever it was, it had stopped what it was doing-dusting, and Ben realized that the creature was looking through the window, not at him, luckily, as his face was useable from its position.

"It's female, there was no way that was a boy" thought Ben. He heard noises, and the pony inside turned away from the window, and walked up to the door, which Ben had sneaked away from.

"Fluttershy?" said some female voice.

Fluttershy? That was a weird, but cute, name…

"Hello?" she said.

Ben looked around the bark a little bit, where he saw two other ponies. One was orange, and had a cowboy hat, presumably both girls, she had blonde hair, and apples on her rump. As he noticed this, Ben looked at the other one, which was Purple, with a crystal, or a sparkle, or something like that.

Ben looked back through the window to see if 'Fluttershy' had one too, big mistake. For as he looked at the window once more, her face was looking through it, she was right next to it, and she squealed when he appeared.

When she squealed, it made Ben gasp, and he fell over backwards. "Oh goodness me!" he shouted. When he got up, he found the other two ponies next to him, away, but next to him.

"Who are you?" the orange one said, with a southern accent.

"I-I' he was too confused to say anything, so he mumbled his name, "Ben…"

Too confused about what was happening, he spoke up again, this time, more confidently. "Ben, I'm Ben. Ben Foster- and you are a pony!" he said.

"Yes, and what creature may you be?" said the purple one.

"I-I am a human, where am I?" he said.

He he, mystical land, with talking ponies, could it get any better?

"You're in Ponyville" said the purple one again.

"So, I'm probably going to collapse from shock in 3, 2…" he stopped speaking as he keeled over. Wow, probably the most accurate thing he'd ever done.