Authors Note: My first fanfic for MLP. I...tried to make it as grammatically correct as I could. Also, I know it may seem to run at a slow pace, but I want to make this to be more of a "character development" story then a "Let's all get laid" kind of a story. I'll have some clop scenes way later on, it's not just gonna happen, sorry guys. Anyway, this is part 1. Ive got part 2 already done, but I'd like some feedback before I even THINK about putting it up. Enjoy.

DONT SCREW WITH FATE: Chapter 1

"Zack! Time to get up! SCHOOL!"

Zack's mother's voice pierced his ears as they traveled through the house, finally reaching his room and assaulting him as he lay in bed. He let out a loud sigh, and through squinted eyes, looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand next to his bed. 7:30 it read in big red letters. Another sigh escaped Zack's lips, this time a little quieter.

"Mom…my first class starts at 9…are you serious…?"He thought to himself, making an irritated face.

With an effort he lifted himself up and sat staring into space, on the edge of his bed. Finally he slid off his bed and felt his feet hit the soft carpet on the floor. He attempted to open his eyes, and stretched out his tight body. He was a young man, 18 years old. He stood at about 6 foot even, had blue eyes, medium length messy brown hair, and a toned body, courtesy of playing high school football. Stifling a yawn, Zack shuffled his way into his bathroom and, after quickly using the bathroom and brushing his teeth, walked back into his room and grabbed some clothes. He chose a dark green American Eagle shirt and some dark blue jeans. After putting on a pair of his black Nikes, he opened his door and walked into his kitchen.

His eyes squinting at the sudden intrusion of light in the kitchen, Zack groaned and tried to get them to adjust. As they began to become accustomed to the light, Zack saw his Mom walking around the kitchen. Noticing him looking, his Mom turned and gave him a smile.

"Well, well,look who decided to get up!" she said gleefully.

"Uh huh," Zack grunted, still trying to wake up. "Mom, you DO realize that my first class is at 9 right? And it's college, I can just drive there…it doesn't take that long to do that."

"Oh sweetie," she said. "We both know that the early bird catches the worm!"

"How the heck does that even apply here!" Zack thought in his head. "I'd like to shove something up the ass of whoever made that dumb phrase…"

His mom noticed her son's grumbling and chuckledto herself. She loved messing with him, especially since his father was gone. Ever since the day of the accident, his mother had been trying to take the role of two parents at once.

After eating his breakfast, Zack looked at the clock on his stove. 8:00 it read.

"About time to head out," He thought to himself, and rose from the table. "Alright mom," he said to his mother. "Im heading out, love you and see you after class…"

"Ok sweetheart! Have a good day at school! Make good choices!" She said, while trying to conceal a smirk.

Rolling his eyes at his Mother's horrible movie reference, Zack opened the front door and walked out to his car, a 1990's Mustang. Breathing in the fresh morning air, he looked over his car. "Bright red and sexy."as he would tell himself from time to time. Smiling, he got in the car and pushed over his guitar case, which was currently placed in the driver's seat. He needed it for his speech class today, as he was giving a presentation on guitar techniques.

Placing his case in the passenger's seat, Zack turned the car on and started to back out of his driveway. Soon enough, he was already on the main road that lead to his school.

…

"Driving down the highway...going to a show!" Zack was busy singing along to an AC/DC song on the radio as he was driving to school.

"Stopping on the byways…playing—huh?" Zack was cut short by an odd buzzing sound that was emanating from his radio.

Cranking up the volume, Zack was surprised to hear a large amount of static coming from his favorite station.

"Aw come on, this never happens on this station!" He complained to himself as he tried to twist the radio dial around, hoping to fix the problem.

He was angry to find that the buzzing on the radio seemed to only get worse as he continued to fiddle with the controls.

"Stop that!...Spike…" A small voice came out of the radio, barely audible.

Zack sighed. "Aw man, I can't get back to my favorite station but I can get to some kind of weird infomercial" he said.

The buzzing on the radio continued, and to Zack's surprise, it continued no matter what station he tried turning to.

"Ok…that's a bit—no, that IS freaky." He mumbled, trying to watch the road and his radio at the same time.

"Telling you…will work…time!" The voice on the radio came out a little louder, and Zack noticed that this time, it was a bit deeper, and sounded distinctly boyish, almost like a young male child.

"Alright demon radio," Zack started. "Say hello to the off button!" He quickly pressed the power button.

The radio remained on and the static continued. "…I said say hello to the off button" Zack said in a less than happy voice.

He pressed the button again, but the radio remained on. He continued to jam the button, suddenly having his full attention turned to the radio, instead of the road.

"Ok PLEASE say hello to the off—Holy shit!" He cried, quickly swerving his wheel to the right, and nearly missing hitting the car in the lane next to him.

"Ready…about to…again." The voice on the radio muttered, this time the male voice again.

"Ok radio," Zack said. "You win round 1, but I have another trick up my sleeve, and it's called the vol-"

Zack was cut off by a strange sensation slowly working its way up from his feet.

"Whoa…what the heck is going on…?" He muttered to himself, finding that his voice was unable to reach a normal volume.

He quickly looked down and was shocked at what he saw. His feet were gone! In fact, it seemed the higher the sensation on his legs got, the more of his body would vanish.

"Dude! That's definitely NOT normal! NOT NORMAL!" he attempted to shout, but his voice could only reach the volume of a small mumble.

"I don't understand…" Suddenly Zack found that he couldn't talk anymore.

The strange sensation had reached his torso, and as his eyes darted down, he saw that the bottom half of his body was gone. The sensation continued to rise, and it took no time at all before it reached his face. First his mouth, then his nose, then his eyes…then darkness engulfed him.

...

"Uh…I think it worked...," An unfamiliar voice drifted its way into Zacks ears.

Zack was unconscious, but his ears still seemed to work, and he could just barely make out the voices around him. The first voice he heard sounded like a young male child.

"Spike, what have I told you about getting into my spell books!" A second voice rang in Zack's ears.

This time the voice was softer, sweeter, and distinctly female. The second voice sounded very annoyed.

"Now look what you've done! You are WAY too young to be trying to learn transportation spells! What are we supposed to do now! You've brought that…whatever it is, here!" The voice said angrily.

"Aw come on Twi, you've got to give me some credit, I mean, I made SOMETHING appear!" The first voice said, a twinge of false pride in its voice.

"You keep trying to act all innocent and I'll show you how to make something DISSAPEAR." The second voice said, firmly, almost like a mother scolding her child.

"Blah," Zack thought to himself, as his consciousness began to return to him.

"Dude…what happened last night…? Wait…" Zack tried to move his body, only to find he was unable to.

It felt as though some unseen force was holding him in place, locking him down.

"Well…this blows." He thought. "I've probably been drugged and then taken away to some hidden lair where I'm tied down. And now I'm probably going to be tortured and killed and eaten…which, in retrospect could be worse. At least I can feel that I have my clothes on."

"Alright Spike, let's take a look at this…thing." Said the female voice.

"Sweet! I wonder what I brought to Equestria this time!" Said the voice named Spike.

"For your sake it better not be something destructive…do I have to remind you about the last time you tried to "summon" something to Equestria?" The female voice nagged.

"Come on Twilight!" Said Spike, "How was I supposed to know I would bring another, full grown dragon here? And how was I supposed to know he would destroy half of Ponyville…?"

"You're just lucky that Princess Celestia was so forgiving." Said the voice called Twilight.

"Celestia…Ponyville…?" Zack thought. "Either I'm dreaming…and mind you, having a really WEIRD dream, or I'm dead."

He tried to struggle against the unseen force, but to no avail. Suddenly he heard a sound coming closer to his ears. It sounded like…hooves?

"Last time I checked, Heaven's horse population was…wait what am I saying? I don't even know what Heaven looks like." Zack thought.

The hoof-steps came closer to Zack's ears and stopped right next to his face. By this point Zack had stopped his struggling, and was more interested in listening to what was happening around him. He felt something warm aganist his face. It felt like someone or something had its face right next to his, and was breathing on him.

"Oh crap..." thought Zack, his mind racing on the things that happen in torture chambers. "As long as they don't chop off my dick, I think ill be able to manage...then again if they do chop it off I at least hope they use it for something productive. Like maybe they can stuff it and turn it into a dildo? Yea...that way I can please some woman out there..."

He stopped thinking when suddenly he began to feel another sensation glide across his body. However, instead of the weird sensation he felt in his car, this one felt...smoother and much nicer. He felt himself relax as the wave overcame his body. It suddenly dawned upon him that his body was free, and he could move.

"Dude..." Zack groaned as he lifted his head off the ground.

Opening his eyes, he was quickly blinded by the amount of light in the room.

"Arg, dang it that's the second time today!" He said, allowing his eyes to adjust to the light.

Slowly lifting his upper body off the ground, he was able to get himself into a sitting position. What he finally was able to see stunned him. He was in a library-no, a house slash library slash...tree? Bookshelves lined the walls of the large circular room he was in, and as he looked around a bit more, he saw a staircase that led up to a one bed room.

"Oh yea...I've GOT to be dreaming" he said to himself.

"Oh, you're not dreaming...uh, whatever you are?" came a voice from behind him.

Spinning around, Zack looked for the place the voice came from. He was shocked to see what appeared to be a purple horse standing behind him. It was obviously female, judging by the way her body was shaped, and how she seemed to carry herself. She stood about 5 foot 4 and had a long, purple mane with one streak of pink going through it. Her tail looked the same. She would of appeared to be like any normal horse if it weren't for the horn sticking out of her head. She was a unicorn.

"Uhhhh..." Zack started. "Well this totally confirms that I'm dreaming..."

"Oh I wouldn't say that!" Said the horse.

Zack stared blankly at her mouth, because that's where the voice was coming from. After a few seconds he said,

"You...you...you can talk?" The purple horse laughed at Zack.

"Well duh, what pony can't talk?" She seemed to find him humorous.