PONIES

[Housemaster]

~PONIES~

-The Role Play-

It was supposed to be a day like any other day...

House's professor had just finished the last minute notes on the whiteboard and proceeded to re-state the many due-dates for the many assignments given. Most students did well to write down the important information, but one student, House in particular, did not feel that it was necessary. His assignments were already written and graded, well graded in fact! This left the weekend open for many social events and activities.

... so many activities!

Oh the plans that were made; First, he was to go skating with his mates visiting from out of province, attend a birthday party for a girl in his class, design a pub-crawl shirt with his other friends, go to a bar for wings and beer, then finish it with a get-together at his place for games of pool and beer-pong... That was only for friday! (yes, House has 3 day weekends)

Little did he know... oh fuck how little did he know...

Things were afoot! Events were set in motion that may never again be seen! A strange wind rose that night as House got in his car to head over to his friend's house.

"There's a strange wind..." he said, completely repeating what I just wrote in the previous paragraph.

The observation seemed shortly forgotten as he cranked up the volume of his stereo while pulling out of the parking lot. The windows were down, slapping his steering wheel with every beat while mouthing the lyrics. The outside air was frigid, but House only closed his window if it was raining or snowing. He drove a few blocks down the naked street when he came to a stop at a traffic light...

... It was there he was blinded by an enormous unexplained flash of white.

He could see nothing, but could still hear the music...

His blindness was interrupted with beams of coloured light. It was this moment where House realized he had no feeling in his body, but his brain was not exactly functioning properly to worry too much about it. A kaleidoscope of colours and shapes whizzed past his perceived vision. It was very odd, very odd...

As the lights and shapes sent him in a state of near hypnosis, he felt his nose tingle with different smells. Instead of the air-freshener of his car he smelled trees; Trees and grass. The cool winter wind was replaced by a warmer sensation, similar to bathing your face in the sun. This was accompanied with the strange feeling of grass on his hands and feet... Hands and feet? They certainly did not feel like such things... where were his fingers?

Questions that remained unanswered since his eyes were flooded with multiple colours, but were slowly arranging themselves into familiar patterns. His skin felt strange too, as if it felt thicker. In fact, his entire body felt out of place!

Slowly the music died down... and his vision began to return to him.

... The flashes of colours now revealed themselves. It looked like a field of some sort. House blinked his eyes to adjust his vision, absolutely clueless on where he was.

"What in the..." he muttered, "Where the... how?" he went to scratch his forehead, which only revealed something very unexpected.

Instead of a hand, House raised a hoof. "JEEZ A WATZIT!?!?" he half merged multiple words in his inability to comprehend what the fuck is going on.

He tried to stand upright, but toppled over in a frantic frenzy. His body jerked with surprise with each new discovery; From his mane to his nose, and the hind legs as well as his tail!

He was now a Pony...

"What the fuck!" was his first coherent statement... which is not exactly that bad all things considering.

Obsessively patting his face to discover how misshapen it now is, he discovered another new appendage. "A HORN?" he cried, "Okay... am I dead? Is this dead-ville? Do people turn into friggen unicorns when they die? Where in the..." He then noticed a bright flash beside him.

More ponies were appearing...

More ponies...

So many pony...

[Zak]

It was a cold Thursday night as Zakary made his way back to his apartment from the store. Classes were done for the day and he had tomorrow off, with a winter storm approaching he thought it best to get what he needed now; and thus stay out of the snow for the next days. With a shiver, he rounded the last corner, his apartment now in sight. That he was glad for, as he failed to wear a warm enough coat.

As flurries blew snowflakes into his face, Zakary wished his arms were not full of the bags of groceries for his hands were freezing. "Geeze.." Hurrying the last block to his place, he quickly walked up the steps, unlocking his door and darting inside. With an exhausted sigh, the man set his bags of groceries down on the kitchen counter, rubbing his hands together to warm them. "It's even colder out than when I left.. that darn wind.." Taking a moment to turn the heat up, Zak took his coat off and kicked off his shoes. Figuring it no harm, he took a moment to sit down on the couch, wrapping himself in a blanket to warm up.

"Drafty old apartment.." With a chuckle, the college student shivered, wrapping the blanket tighter around himself. It was indeed a cold night, as he saw very few people out on his way to and from the store.

Just as he was about to get up, some bright white lights shone in though the window, as often did from passing cars. But soon the light came from all of the windows, even shining in through the peep hole in his door. Squinting his eyes, the confused and dazed man found himself blinded by the light. Soon it surrounded him, completely enveloping him in a blazing inferno of white. Then, flashes of color slowly made their way in, swirling around him as it moved seemingly in random paths about. Zakary sat totally still; he was nearly frozen in place, hypnotized by what was going on around him. Soon, the cold of his body drifted away. Hell, the feeling from his body drifted away, and he could feel nothing. He seemingly fell into a mental place of nothing, no thoughts, no feelings, just these colors..

Then nothing.

Slowly, Zak began to feel aware of himself again, of anything again. The colors faded to black, and black was all he saw. That is, until he opened his eyes. As his eyelids fluttered open, Zakary was once again blinded by light, not of white but of a soft orange, a gentle heat reaching his face. As he felt himself taking taking a breath in, he squinted from the light. He could smell not his apartment, instead he smelt flowers, trees and foliage. Soon his hearing returned, not meeting the usual sounds of his surroundings, but of birds chirping and the soft babble of a stream nearby. His own groan was the next thing that came to his ears. As he moved slightly, he became aware of how clumsily he moved. Everything felt.. weird. Different and out of place. Did he fall? He also felt slightly itchy. Not the bad itchy, but the good itchy of a fun childhood, rolling down the grassy hill at his house during the summer. Speaking of.. he was no longer cold, as the temperature here was slightly warm and comfortable. Where am I...?

Finally his eyes adjusted, only to put the poor guy in further shock. He was in the middle of a grassy field, sun beaming down on his form. His form...? As Zakary tried to push himself up off of the ground, he looked down his muzzle Uh, muzzle? to see not hands, but hooves. "Wah!!" With a jolt, he jumped up and fell over backwards, rolling over. "What? Ah, wha...??" He was in utter shock, completely confused about what was happening to him. Slowly, with careful movements, he managed to stand to his feet, err, legs, and look over himself. "Im.. Im a.. horse?"

Overwhelmed, his eyes darted about him, checking his surroundings. Nothing was familiar at all, he was simply sitting in a field with no idea how he got there.. or why he was a pony..

His thoughts rushing, they were only interrupted by the shouting and cursing of another voice, which brought his eyes to another pony not but a hundred yards from him. "Uh, hello?"

[Lord Xarel]

It was another boring day at Lord Xarel's apartment. He had just gotten off work, out of his suit (He works at a fancy restuarant as a host. Lucky bastard) and into some comfy black clothes, and he was now on the computer, getting on his favorite site, RPA.

"Hm... That Power Rangers RP is going real nice. Hopefully people will sign up for my Brawl RP though. We need some more participants," said Xarel to no one in particular as he opened a new tab and got on youtube. Quickly, he brought up a video he had been listening to a lot lately as he looked around his apartment. It was nice and clean for once, but since Xarel had the next few days off, it probably wouldn't remain that way.

"Hm... Pizza? Or noodles?" he asked out loud again as he turned to the computer, only to be FREAKIN' BLINDED BY A FLASH OF LIGHT!

"What the hell?!" shouted Lord Xarel as the flash of white soon turned into wave after wave of rainbows. Immediately, Xarel became mesmerized by this as he suddenly calmed down, smiling almost as he slowly lost all of his senses, his sight being the last.

"What a trip..."

With that said, Lord Xarel slowly woke up, and was immediately given a shock. His sense of smell was considerably stronger, as he was smelling things he never smelled before. Plus... It wasn't the comfy, and extremely manly, smell of his apartment. He was smelling grass. Lots of it. His sight, having finally adjusted to the new, warm light, confirmed what he was smelling. He was in a grassy field.

"Oh... Damn... Did someone spike my drink last night? I want some more of that stuff."

There was something off here, but Xarel couldn't place a finger on it as he got up. When he tried to stand up on his legs though, he fell backwards onto his back.

"Umph! Man, that was some strong stuff," said Xarel as he tried to get back up again, only to realize that he couldn't for some reason. It was right then that he looked at his hands.

Er... Well, what WAS his hands. You see, he no longer had hands. Oh no. Lord Xarel's manly hands were replaced... WITH GOLDEN HOOVES?! Lord Xarel, overcome with complete shock, was silent for several seconds...

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?!" shouted Lord Xarel, shock and complete worry evident in his voice as he rolled over and looked down. He had a muzzle. A black muzzle. Well, it wasn't completely black. The end of it was blonde. Immediately, Lord Xarel looked behind him and all over his body. He was mostly black, but he was covered in blonde stripes. He then noticed he had a tail that looked like black and gold lightning was shooting out of his rear.

"At least I look cool, but still, I'M A FREAKIN' PONY!" thought Lord Xarel as he shook his head, surprised to see that he had long, flowing hair of black and gold. Just then though, Xarel heard other voices filled with shock and worry as he turned around to see other ponies.

"Um... Could someone tell me where I'm at, and why I'm a pony? Am I hallucinating?" asked Lord Xarel as he walked over to a brown/gray pony with somewhat blonde hair and...wings?

"Dude... You have wings. Why do you have wings?"

[Brimming]

Toni yawned and covered it as she listen to the jazz music (of some sort) drift out into the open air, people were talking about her as they all waited on the entertainment to prepare, then they would then move from the bare, ballroom floor like patio ledge, and go to the silk covered tables to wine and dine. Toni was at a cabaret, with her parents of course, but they were absent as she stood off talking with a group of people who were explaining their life in high school. Toni was introduced to them by her father's friend, and was explained to them that she was interested in learning about their doctorates in doctoring; they, at first, complimented her on wanting to become a doctor, which she nodded at and pretended was true, and then they went on to state how old they were when they first wanted to be doctors—though she did learn that some didn't even want to be a doctor, 'it just paid good'—and suddenly the conversation took a turn to discussing medical classes in high school, to discussing high school in general.

After a while, Toni's eyes began to lid in irritated bored, this was boring, she was bored, but each time she tried to turn her body in a direction like she was walking away, one of the doctors in the group would call out her name and ask her if something they remembered in high school was still going on in her time, causing her to speak and get added temporarily into the conversation, until they ignored her once more to talk about their own teen years. Pricks, this wasn't some sort of high school reunion, but some how all of these doctors knew each other, what are the chances that a hand full of doctors at a cabaret actually went to high school together? Obviously higher than what her week of talking to statisticians told her... Yes, each week for the whole of the winter season, Toni had been having meetings with ideal professions, last week was lawyers, this week is doctors, next week is going to be Actuaries. fun.

Toni didn't really care what job she got, all of them equally sucked, but all of them equally, okay, maybe not equally, paid just as high. Though most of these jobs were different, there was one thing that was still the same (besides in the sucking), each person of the occupation chose to ignore her and any sort of questions she had to ask, just rambling on about how good her future was going to be, and what she was going to experience on the field, and the emotions that was going to course through her while she worked. Toni stifled another yawn. No one was paying attention to her right now, she could even slink off and grab that flute of wine—that was exactly what she was gonna do.

Toni turned from the crowed swiftly and walked over to the drinks, rubbing her bare arms from the chilling wind that decided to suddenly course through in the night. Sure, it was bitch'n cold when she decided to go out in the black tube top dress, but it was about the only thing classy she had at the time, plus it was cute, so sue her. Looking down at the many colorful selections, she wounder which one didn't taste like rotten pig vomit. Looking around, she leaned down to sniff at them, and decided on the one that smelled the sweetest. Walking back over to the blabbering doctors, her teeth chattered a bit as she casually held the wine glass; she sipped some before she came, and found it tasted slightly less decayed than she expected.

None of them were paying attention to her, so she did what she's been doing the passed two hours; pretending to listen. The wind seemed to pick up, and get colder and colder, suddenly, Toni was unsure on what exactly was happening, everything felt so surreal, her head was clouded until it felt like her mind completely shut off, an a blinding light suddenly made her see nothing but the brightest of whites imaginable. She couldn't even process if something was happening to her, until the dizzying high ceased, and she was left to see water painted colors splotch into her vision of blankness. After it started to take shape, Toni was left with a heavy feeling, so use to the feel of nothingness, her mind and body seemed to be acting on it's own as her arm raised once again, like she was holding a wine flute, her motor skills kicking up.

“That's not very ethical...” Toni said in responds to the doctor... wait... what exactly did the doctor say?

What was going on here? Toni looked about, moving her head caused her to be dizzy, so she just used her eyes for a crazy paranoid look; this wasn't Bambucá's Lake House, nor was this any sort of reality. Everything was looking like Willy Wonka's opening room to his chocolate factory. Okay, maybe there was no candy in sight, and no shit colored waterfall, but everything gave off a feel of colorful happy sunshine, and Willy Wonka was the first thing that came to her mind.

“Nnnngh~.” Toni stressed out a sound, pushing her tongue to the roof of her mouth and as hard as she could and uttering a cry was something she normally did when in stress. She was much too perceptive of the world around her to possibly be dreaming, not to mention she was feeling a little... different.

She felt as if she was suffocating, all her organs were going squish and telling her to get off the grassy floor. Standing up, Toni's equine body flopped around like a newly born filly, gangly legs trying to grasp onto stabled footing. After a bit of twitching and spazzing, Toni stabled herself, she was now standing perfectly upright, but why was she able to feel the flooring beneath her feet and hands? Wait, she's not wiggling her fingers! No, she was wiggling her fingers, they just wasn't moving. Looking down, she saw the turquoise colored hooves of a skinny furry animal, she decided to test it, so she lifted her legs up and down, but then she felt the back of her move—by Gorge, she had four of them!

“What is this?” Toni cried, what the hell happened, did she get drunk? Well, she never got drunk before, but she heard no signs of stuff like this happening; was that wine spiked? Can you spike wine with things that make you imagine you've grown hooves and is in a colorful forest and rainbow pretty place? Oh, god, she's been roofied!

Toni started to scream and flop around, jumping and prancing in pony fluster; if she was hallucinating, and some pervert was trying to take advantage of her, she hoped her struggling was giving the cad a black eye! Toni stopped her struggling quickly, she was looking foolish, she probably already had random finger food spilled on her and tripped over the bared railing to tumble into the lake by now, you know, normal drunk people things. Maybe... just maybe this was all real... maybe—okay—no, that was just silly, something was going on, Toni couldn't explain it, but something had to have been happening, something with a logical reason behind it, and if she kept referring to this situation as 'something', then she could pretend she had a grasp on it, and was on her way to figuring it out. Okay, figuring all this out with a clear, rational mind: rainbows in the sky, perfectly plausible, maybe it rained? (Toni was going to 'X' out the guessing on how she got here, for the time being), rainbows that began and ended in clouds as if they were tangible glass sculptures resting on solid fluffy white flooring... Going on to something else now, shiny bright flash of lights that were taking the shape of tiny horses... god dammit.

[maddieisa]

Mary bounced excitedly in the car, a sleeping bag in her lap and in the backseat a small beach bag that held a change of clothes and the essentials for a sleepover. "I can't wait!" She cheered to her Mom that was driving her over to her friends house. "Jennifer said we're gonna stay up all night! And then Ashley is bringing over tons of movies and in the morning we're gonna get donuts and go to the mall!" She rambled on and on about the nights happenings.

Pulling into her friends driveway Mary climbed out the car, grabbing her bag she waved to her Mom. "BYE MOM! I LOVE YOU~" Hurrying over to the door she rang the bell more times than necessary before Jennifer answered the door.

"Mary!"

"Jennifer!"

The two girls screamed and happily hugged each other, jumping up and down. Walking to living room all the other girls sat in the pajama's already, waiting for them. "This is so fun!" One called out and Mary quickly agreed then excused herself to the bathroom to change into her own jammies.

While in the bathroom, the mirror began to shine brightly, blinding the little girl. She covered her eyes, from the bright light but peeked through them, noticing she was being surrounded by a colorful frenzy she couldn't help but giggle a little. It tickled slightly and she began to laugh loudly, flailing her arms about. "Oh, stop it!" She said, and began to hyperventilate from all the laughing and smiles. Everything felt so nice and smelled wonderful. Not like the bathroom that she was recently in.

When Mary opened her eyes again she was taken back. The bathroom was gone and she was in a field. She felt odd, not like herself. Trying to stand up she toppled over, looking down she noticed her legs and arms were gone and were replaced with four legs! Hoping around she tried to get a better look of herself, only to finally realize. She was a pony. Mary screamed in happiness, jumping around, getting use to the new body.

"THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER!!!!!!!!!" She cried out loudly, looking around she saw more ponies appearing and those that were already there. "OH MY GOD. THIS IS AMAZING!!!" She shouted out again.

[Housemaster]

What in the world is going on?

This was as sane a thought as any given the current circumstances. The first flash produced another horse-like creature. This one was a greyish brown, but its most noticeable feature were the wings. "Wings?" House thought, "Why does he get wings while all I have is a stupid horn?". His thoughts remained his own as more ponies appeared.

The second pony hardly looked like a pony at all. It was almost like Dr. Seuss only had yellow and black to paint his imaginary "knife" pony... House thought about a knife since the pony's tail looked exactly like a sharp friggin' knife! He also had serpent-like eyes and funky hair like you would see in one of those anime shows. This pony had neither horn or wings, but it remained to be the most fascinating of the bunch as the earth pony began to talk with the winged pony.

The third pony was another odd creature. Light spots of blue-green and turquoise, she had a horn just like House did. Her legs were more nimble and skinny with a much smaller frame then the other two "pony-friends". She also did not look impressed at all as she began to flail and scream to mark her horror... which was the exact opposite reaction the next pony had.

House heard the fourth pony before he could spot her. The younger mare was leaping for boundless joy, shouting out how amazing this apparently was. She lacked a horn and pair of wings, similar to knife-tail-pony (House made extra sure to keep an eye on him). This... this was beyond strange.

"He...hello?" he spoke. He indeed could speak, which is strange because horses and ponies lack the proper vocal... ah fuck it, nothing made any goddamn sense anymore. "Sorry if this sounds strange..." nothing could sound strange anymore after this, "..but, were you guys 'people' a few seconds ago?"

This should have been a fairly straightforward question, but House was bracing himself for the unexpected. He's a pony now, would any of these ponies know why?

[Brimming]

Toni's eyebrow twitched... wait, did she have eyebrows anymore? Did ponies, or whatever ungulated animal she was, even have supraorbital ridges? She didn't know, as she'd rather not think of those... animal abominations. However, Toni felt something breaking inside her, something so fierce, she knew it had to of shown on her face; the... the horror of this pony, the little brown one with the sea green and lime hair. Toni at first thought others were appearing like she had, but how the little freckled face pony jumped about and shouted with joy, Toni was starting to think the other pony was some sort of club member, welcoming her into this sick, pony, sunshine realm! Because if the pony came to this world as she had, no one in their right mind would disclaim that this was 'the best thing ever'.

Toni looked about, and saw all the ponies around her, if this was some Wizard of Oz like initiation, and these ponies were going to start sing her welcome songs and offering tour of this world, they were doing it all wrong. First of all, everyone—except the little brown and green pony—looked like they've been horribly misplaced.

Toni chanced a thought, a very teeny, tiny, fleeting thought that maybe she was so bored out of her mind during the party, she decided to recede into the farthest part of her brain, and imagine that she was a cute little pony in a flowery field surrounded by other cute ponies who would then welcome her with grapes and wine (snacks of which together Toni always thought was kind of... redundant) and chant 'come with us~' in memorizing voices as they pulled her into the sky and allowed her to slide down the plasma rainbows into a pool of butterflies. Only thing was, Toni was not that creative to think of such a colorful world, nor was such a world of any appeal to her, so making it her 'happy place' would sort of defeat the purpose.

Or maybe she was going through something, never before had Toni ever dreamed of such... imaginative worlds, the closest she had ever gotten to a dream of fluffiness was when she dream she was at the beach, and if she remembered correctly, it was just a reflection on a past visit to a real beach; so most of her dreams were either memories of old, or things that troubled her currently. So to dream up a magical world of ponies—ponies—was a completely new and uncharacteristic experience, and so far, this dream sucked, because no one had broken out into song and Ring Around the Rosie'ed her off to a glorious place.

Then a unicorn spoke out to the ponies around, possibly to Toni, as well. What he said was unexpected—yeah, sure, him talking was a paradox in itself, but she was over that the moment the brown and green pony cried out in joy—no, what put her off was the actual thing he said, or rather, asked. The nerve of him, what sort of tour guide was he? No song, no dance? And what sort of question was that? He sounded like an amateur... whatever the heck he was, horse? Pony? Equine species, if he was the one in charge of guiding her into this dream land, shouldn't he already know exactly why she was here, and where she came from?

Isn't that how dreams worked out, the things in your dreams were supposed to just know everything. Maybe he was setting up, or something, and he wasn't speaking to her, but to the other ponies; Toni tried not to make eye contact, so she could still seem oblivious to the lucid dream, it felt like she was watching the scene of fairytale actors, and they were rehearsing or something, it just felt weird to watch them seem so out of place (even more so since she was so sure this was a dream). But then when she was certain that the pony was indeed looking for an answer, she raised an eyebrow... or, rather, pulled a face... gave a horse like facial expression of bewilderment. yeah.

“I don't...” Toni started with a horse voice, only because her voice was rather raspy when she was human, it had nothing at all to do with her being a horse. “You're not supposed to break the fourth wall...?” Toni responded, though her pitch said it like a question.

This was rather odd, it has been many a times when Toni had dreamed and realized she was dreaming, when she was a kid, she had even told the people in her dreams that she was having a dream, but her mind was so kooky, that when she told them, she dreamed that they didn't believe her and wanted proof (in which she'd then make herself fly, or something...), so to have her dream point out, in confusion, that it didn't understand why they were ponies, was a bit... eery.

“Aren't you supposed to say something like 'even I'm edible' or something... 'welcome to the Lollipop Guild'... or whatever, you know.” So she couldn't think of a meme of her own besides burrowing movie quotes (and messing them up), but she's pretty sure her point came out just fine.

[SHINee]

Shinee blinked. Just the day before, she was a human, in a human race. Now, what was she? A horse? Wait- no- a horn? Woah- this cannot be happening. Shinee thought. Stretching, she looked back at her black and blue tail. wow. I'm a uncicorn? Suddenly Shinee got a wonderful thought. Ha! Now I can run even faster! She almost instantly shot off, right past the other ponies.

Shinee loved the feel of wind grazing speedily through her black fur. Shinee's mane whipped around in the wind, and suddenly she skidded to a stop. Did Shinee have.... dark red fur?

When Shinee just barely caught the voice of that male unicorn, She trotted over. "I was..." Shinee told him. "But as long as I'm still alive, I'm fine...." she added.

(ugh sorry complete writers block today DX when I post again i'll make sure it's much, MUCH, longer. this is seriously not normal for me- sometimes i type over a page, so, ya know.... writers block. I'll try to edit later :3)

[Death of Korzan]

Adrenaline flowed through his muscles as the opposition gained the ball, they ran at a gap that had formed in Harry’s defensive line, as another one of the forwards leapt towards the boy, his hand wrapped around his head, a clear foul if Harry had ever seen one. A sense of despair rolled through his bones as a scrum was called. Sliding his head in between the two props in front of him, the smell of Sure Deodorant and mud swept into his sinus’s, he grunted but positioned his head, looking into the eyes of the opposing second row. His physique was around the same as Harry’s, maybe a bit bigger and buffer, but Harry’s strength came from his legs, as he readied them, the all too familiar phrases were bellowed out by a rather round, pompous Referee. “Touch!” A flash of light, presumably from a camera hit Harry’s eyes, dazing him for a second. “Pause!” The light seemed to intensify, causing Harry to squint his eyes. “Engage!” The 5 boys in front of him grunted with enthusiasm and smashed forward, but Harry never felt anything, he only saw white.

The white in his eyes stayed for around half a minute, dazzling Harry, who had thought he’d been knocked out due to a head injury. When he opened his eyes, he was astounded. All around him the surroundings were green and leafy. Underneath him was a thick apple tree branch that stretched all the way from the base trunk out to the length of a door, breaking off into lots of small twigs, covered in green foliage that decorated the rather monumental tree. It was obviously an old wood, as it had grown to a monolithic size and was capable of holding the whole of Harry’s body. Harry wiggled his toes, but couldn’t feel them moving. He also noticed his fringe of hair had gone missing, and instead, staring out in front of him was a light grey and dark brown muzzle that seemed out of place. He looked down at his feet and to his surprise was greeted with dark brown hooves, the same with his hands, or what once was them. His hair also felt thicker and as he whipped his head around he caught sight of a strawberry colored mane of hair.
“Mother of god.” Harry exclaimed, he was shocked, not scared, just purely shocked, for he did not know how he had gotten into this situation, ‘nor what would become of it. All of a sudden there was a sharp cracking sound, and the thick branch that Harry was laying on cracked at the end and bowed. “Mother of God!” He yelled before falling in front of the other ponies, whom at the time he was oblivious to.

[Kebert Xela]

Boink.

Oops! How clumsy of Corinne! That butterfingered girl could never keep a hold of her drawing pencils, what with those darn fluorescent pink hooves and all...

Ohgod.

Fluorescent. Pink. HOOVES. No fingers! GONE! She could only stand to glance at the stumps for so long before she found herself stumbling backwards, perhaps in a feeble attempt to run from her ridiculous fate. The drawing that she had been working on was gone as well... In fact, the entire couch was gone. The room was gone. The earth had been traded for something a bit more...magical. Even the whole running-backwards-in-fear thing was proving to be difficult. MORE stumpy BACK legs! Perhaps it was time to muster up some courage and turn around...

Pink. A stumpy, pink little marshmallow with hair like an Oreo cookie and a soft little horn protruding from it. She had a tail to match. Her yellow-green eyes had been translated into enormous saucers with sparkling pupils and false eyelashes!

Where the hell am I? What's going on? Why does that even stumpier horse keep yelling 'blankflank'? Why can stumpy horses even talk? Am I a horse? Can I talk? Am I a cartoon? Is this reality?

She shook her head repeatedly, attempting to wake up, to clear the fog, SOMETHING. Was she alone? Had all of these ponies been people at some point? Was she a spirit like in Miyazaki's Spirited Away? Perhaps these other ponies could help her get to the bottom of this...