This is an AU story. I am going to admit that I don't know everything about My Little Pony, so just help me in the reviews. Now this is Rated M for Alcohol, Language, Sexual themes, and other things reviled later in the story. This is an inspired story from Captain Alaska's Fallen Eagle fanfic. Check it out. I hope you enjoy the story.

Of Wubs and Rainbows

Prologue

" So I'm meeting you two at the airport?" I ask as I sip on some coffee. Me and my two friends Aaron and Rickie are planing on going to Rickie's lake cabin for the week and I'm trying to figure out where to meet them at. " Uhh yeah. Alex just meet us a the airport in an hour." Rickie said over the phone. He hangs up which is kind of rude but I really don't care. Along as I make a reminder to whip his ass later it will be ok. I walk out of my small kitchen to inspect my gear I'm bringing.

" Ok lets see. Cloths check, Laptop check, Kindle Fire check, Bug spray check, Survival knife check, Kukri machete check, .45 cal handgun check, Random supplies that the rest wanted check." I said reading of a small note pad in my hand. Two large duffle bags and my electronics bag to carry, great. I just hope I don't drop it at all. I check the clock and it's 11:45 so I might want to get their a bit early as apposed to getting left behind which HAS happened in the past. I shove my phone in my pocket and grab the first two bags and head out the front door. I stuff them both in the trunk of my car and head back inside to grab my electronics bag and shove that into the back as well. I lock up the front door and start up my car with a shuttered cough of black smoke. " Shit piece of foreign junk." I said smack the steering wheel with both hands. I lean my head back and let out a sigh. I hate this car I really do.

My car squeals as I brake going down the sloped drive way, Ugh this car is a real piece of work. I have to swerve to avoid a pot hole which I thought they fixed it up. I do love Colorado though, despite my problems it's much better than Chicago and that is for sure. It has inspired me to write a few more short stories which produced a good chunk of money. I do write longer stories though my memory is that of a fly meaning if it don't stick in my head it won't.

I'm about half way there when my phone rings. With my free hand I put on my hands free and answer. " Yo."

" Alex it's Aaron. Hey I hope your already on your way there."

" Yeah why?" I ask.

" Well I just checked the weather and there is a small storm system coming down the mountain, so I was hoping to be in the air as son as we get there. Rickie and I are almost there and Rickie is GTAing it up on the road. HEY WATCH FOR THAT TRUCK YOU IDIOT!" I hear Aaron scream over the phone so loud I think I just went deaf. " Alright I'll see you two at the air port. Bye." I hang up before they start shit again.

" Ok so why did you almost get run over getting here?" I question Rickie as we pack up his plane. It's a small personal airplane with enough room for 4 people. I'm not one for tight spaces but we'll only be in the air for a few hours. " Well I was tryin' to hall ass getting here but SOMEONE had to be all like "slow down" and "quit speeding" I know what I'm doing!" Rickie shouts over at Aaron who just finished putting the rest of the bags in the side compartments. " Fuck. You. Rickie." Aaron said through gritted teeth. He just shrugs it off as nothing. I've know these guys since grade school back in Illinois and by luck we all moved to the same town in Colorado. Aaron a some what short stocky in the legs person was over all a kind person. Like me in a way he is bitter on the outside but yet soft on the inside. On the other hand Rickie is a skinny douchbag. He is someone you HAVE to know for a long time to like him.

" Alright I think we're all set." Rickie said climbing in the driver side cockpit while Aaron took he other front set. Me I'd settle for the back two sets for myself. As I climb in I get a very strange feeling of dread and strangeness on board. I just shrug it off as nothing. I've ridden in a plane before and I have a pilot's licence too so I can man an aircraft with ease. I buckle myself in the back as does everyone else. Rickie slid on the headset.

" Check Check, One Two, Tower do you copy?" Rickie asks and they do copy because I see him nod his head. " Roger that. I understand the risks but we will proceed with take off." Rickie looks back at me with grin. " Buckle up cupcake we're leaving." I shoot him the finger. Rickie just chuckles. Our plane lurches forward as Rickie starts the take off. The propeller hums smoothly as we take to the air without a care in the world. I lean back and enjoy the slight shake of turbulence. One Rickie leveled the plane out he let out a relived sigh. " So how far up are we?" Aaron asks.

" About 1500 feet." Rickie replies. -

After about 45 minutes or so I look out the window next to me and I see dark sky ahead of us." Hey guys. Is the storm suppose to be in front of us?" I asked pointing toward the window. Rickie and Aaron's eyes open as wide as sawyers. " Oh shit." Rickie says. Thunder starts booming off next to us as lightning crashes near the plane. I panic and lay down and strap the other seat belt over my chest as the plane starts rocking and shuttering like it my get bitch slapped out of the air. Aaron and Rickie believe it or not start arguing over what to do. " We're making and emergency landing everyone." said Rickie with a slight chuckle at the end. If I wasn't strapped down I would smack him. Suddenly lightning appears out of no wear and the whole plane seems to be engulfed but the electrical storm. We start spinning out of control and I'm about to puke now as we speak.

" MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY THIS IS FLIGHT 44067 WE ARE GOING DOWN. I REPEAT THIS IS FLI-" We hit something so hard my head flies back and everything goes black.