This is my first fanfiction. I had this idea for a long time and i wonder if it would be good to write. So, after long contemplation, here it is! MAY have M rated scenarios so don't say i didn't warm ya 'bout "sexual happenings, racial slurs, or other shit" well, enjoy!

Well, shit.

Oh, I'm sorry, i didn't introduce myself. I'm Mike Grato, the best Hockey Goalie in New England and possibly the US of A mo-tha-fuck-ahs! Well, I'm an 18 year old strait from New England itself. I am known as the BEST GOALIE IN NEW ENGLAND, though i say the entire USA. I play for the team of the Knights, the BEST TEAM IN FUCKING NEW ENGLAND! Sorry, when it comes to this subject i gloat. ALOT. Whatever. Well let me get on to the story.

EHEM!

I and my team were at another State Championships. Me, Hunter (Fastest skater in NE), Timmy(best passer in NE), Chucky, who i gotta say can deke about anyone out, Daren, our fat-ass defense who can check anyone, anytime, anyday, and last but not least, Chen, the Asian. You know, Wong Chong? Well, we, as the starting Forwards and Defense of the team, were obviously victorious in our selves. Each of us with scholarships to Colleges we could only imagine as kids. I got one to my dream college, U-MASS. Hunter, too, got one to u-mass. Chuckey to Boston, Timmy to Michigan, and Chen and Daren to Boston University, not with Chuckey. He got Boston State. Well, for most of us, this was the last time we get to play with each other, at least for 4 more years. We thought we would make the best of our time left. Well, fuck that idea...

I thought that we should go explore around in the woods surrounding the hotel. They were dark, eerie woods that we explored only part of last year. We didn't find anything but an old fire pit. I brought a lighter with me for the 'big finale', which was essentially just lighting the pit. We walked the dirt path to where we found it last year. After a while of walking, we made it to the pit. We got some logs, (hey, we aren't weak!) and sat atop them. I lit the fire and we just sat there and talked. We talked of all the years we played together. Stories of past fights and comebacks from near-loss experiences. We all laughed together around this fire. It would become the first, and the last.

After awhile, we decided it was about time to head back. We hurried back to the hotel in which we would say our last goodbyes after tomorrow. As we walked, a strange wing picked up. It was strong, and branches were falling everywhere. Next to us, behind us, and what made me almost shit my pants, one in front of us. We were frozen in fear. Lightning struck right next to us at a tree. The tree toppled over, onto us. We had nothing to do but except defeat.

BOOM!

I awoke to a SHIT feeling in my head. I felt like a Jew the day Hitler asked for a glass of juice. God, did i need an aspirin. I put a hand to my head, only to be responded to a thud on my head with a... HOOF! "HOLY COCK MONKEYS!" I screamed, awaking the four others i hadn't noticed.

"God dammit, what the fuck do you need, i was trying to... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MIKE! HOLY SHIT MAN, YOURE A HOURSE! YOU FUCKING FAGGOT!" Hunter laughed.

"Look at yourself," i replied. He looked at his hoof." Mother of god, what happened!"

"I don't know. All i remember is a tree falling on me."

"As do i," Chen said, trying to stand up but falling down right away.

"Chen, what's that ob your head?"

"I do believe it's a horn, as it seems I'm a mythical creature being known commonly as a unicorn, as is Chuckey. You seem to be a Pegasus as well as Hunter, and Timmy seems normal."

"Dude, talk normal."

"Fine, you miserable Fuck..."

"Why are you so calm? YOURE A FUCKING HOURSE FOR COCKS SAKE."

" Why panic! I just want to blow through this!"

"What if we can't?"

"Meh."

From that point ob, i know we were FUCKED.

How did you all enjoy this story so far? I'm trying to do good grammar, but typing this on a phone isn't easy. Once i get my laptop, id be updating regularly and often. For now, i will probably do once or twice a week. I'm sorry if you like my story so far. PLEASE R Rs!

FIXED!

Quote of the day: "Yea, it takes allot of practice and lotion. LOTS of lotion." -Daren to losing team saying we have soft hands.