Don't Starve!

Wilson was still in his little hut.... on top of his little hill.... making little potions.... of magic...

All sorts of potions were made in that old, rickety, out-of-place hut. It's slanted roof were made of rotting squares of wood, and some were missing, but Wilson never bothered replacing it. It had a large, round, filthy window on the second floor, so encrusted with grime and cobwebs that it would be used as more of a cheap lamp, than an actual window. An unnecessarily large, slanted, grimy door tied the old place together, and though it was not pretty, Wilson called it home.

Inside of the rotting hut, was an even more rotten person, you guessed it, Wilson. He spent long days and nights in the tiny cramped room, making practically useless potions, gadgets, and other contraptions, but this time, he decided to wet his hands in a little witchcraft. He had spent weeks in there, perfecting the perfect brew to get him out of this place for good!

His tiny room consisted of a chest, a cauldron, and a bookshelf. His best friend for the moment, lived downstairs from him. A pig named Jeffrey. He was loyal and strong, but was dreading the day that either his master died or went away. Every day, he seemed to get more and more nervous and jumpy, as if some event were about to take place.

"Hey, Jeffrey, can you fetch me some grass and berries please. I feel that my brew is almost finished!" Wilson asked his friend excitedly, poking his head down from a small trapdoor in his floor.

"At once sir..."  Jeffrey replied wistfully, opening the old creaking door, and closed it wearily behind him.

As soon as he left, Wlson swung up, and tossed the finishing touches  to the bubbling brew.

"There. At least he'll be destracted when I leave.... poor guy..." Wilson muttered to himself, slipping a small not through the trapdoor.

Turning his attention to the children again, he noticed that there was hardly any liquid left to fill a cup. Gently, Wilson tossed some water onto the dying embers below the cauldron, making a small plume of steam rise. He took a cup, and poured the last of the liquid into the cup. Looking down onto his witchcraft hand-guide for instructions, and it seemed that he had to drink this foul smelling liquid.

“Eh, I've had worse." Wilson commented, gulping down the liquid, "Oh, God! Oh, and the after taste to!"

Wilson instinctively rubbed his tongue with his hands to be rid of the foul taste. Suddenly, for whatever reason, Wilson suddenly got possibly the worst headache he ever had in his entire life.

"Oh God this hurts..." Wilson groaned, his elbow on the edge of the cauldron, holding his throbbing head.

After a few moments, his eyes fell across a small reflective bit of metal on the cauldron. Focusing on it, Wilson bend down and viewed his reflection. Everything was reliably normal, other than two large horse hears on the top of his head.

"Uh, this is different." Wilson commented, not panicking in the slightest.

Soon, he noticed a long tail coming out from his back, and was a deep grey colour. Suddenly life flashed before Wilson's eyes, as he was forced onto his hands and knees. Pain shot through his entire body, as it changed and grew. Within moments he looked more pony than human.

Closing his eyes and sighing, Wilson accepted the changes. Soon, all of the pain ebbed away to nothing, and Wilson opened his eyes once more. His body was a white-ish grey colour, and his mane and tail was a deep grey. Leaning over, Wilson surveyed his new changes with eyes of wonder.

"Eh. I've been through worse times." Wilson grunted half-mindedly, brushing off the dust.

Wilson closed his black eyes for a moment, and opened them, the colour of them, orange. Looking back to the cauldron for a moment, he studied his new eye colour. Smiling with satisfaction, Wilson turned back to his witchcraft book. Suddenly he noticed underneath the bold heading "Teleportation Potion", a small clump of dirt. Careful not to tear the page, Wilson dusted it away with his large hoof, and read the title again. "Teleportation Potion...

...To Equestria"

Feeling all heat drain from his face Wilson closed the book with a shaking hoof. He sat heavily on his haunches as he thought of a solution. Just as he thought of an idea, a silvery, mirror-like portal opened underneath him. Wilson seemed ho hang in the air for a moment as he said;

"Oh dear."

And dropped through it. The space around him was a swirl of different colours. Somehow, on his way through, a crimson unicorn with a bright red mane carreared into him.

"Do you mind!" it snarled angrily kicking him away.

Suddenly another pony -a pegasus to be specific- rammed into them. The pegasus was pure white, with a soft yellow mane.

"Sorry..." it said simply, attempting to crawl away.

Another silver portal opened, and the three ponies were tossed through it in a heap. They seemed to be in front of a large mirror in some sort of hollow tree library.

"Ok... that hurt..." Wilson commented, sitting up.

"Eyup.." agreed the white pegasus sitting up too.

"Dipsticks...." growled the crimson unicorn, still on it's belly, it's chin on the ground.

Wilson averted his gaze to see six multi-coloured ponies starring at them with dumbfounded expressions on their faces.

Wilson gulped. This wasn't going to be easy to explain.