Before we begin, let me introduce myself. My name is Max Walker. I'm 18 years old and I just moved out of my parent's house and into an apartment last month. School just let out for the Summer and I had a whole three months of total freedom to do whatever I wanted. For me, that mostly boiled down to making house music, playing video games, and watching My Little Pony.

Yeah, you read that right; I'm a brony. I've been bullied a little about it, but not enough to really affect me too bad. What many people, and even some bronies, find weird is that I actually consider these ponies more attractive than humans in some ways. I've never considered myself a furry, but I guess I just need to face the facts.

My favorite pony since becoming a brony six months ago in October of 2011 has been Rainbow Dash. I've always found her the most beautiful, adorable, and awesome pony out any of them. The way her mane flows, the way she talks, and her habit of sticking up for her friends are just a few things about her that I love. I've always considered her to be a straight pony, despite the great debate originating from her prismatic mane and tomboyish attitude.

Anyways, enough about me, let's get on with the story.

-June 28, 2012-

-Michigan-

-8:00 pm-

"Yeah mom, I've done some investing and I'm covered for a few weeks." I tell my mother over the phone, "Pretty great, huh? I knew that company would go up in a few days. Well, I'll see you later…bye."

I hang up the phone, still happy that my investment had gone over so well. I am so giddy, in fact, that I nearly start hopping around in joy. The only thing that really stops me from literally jumping up and down with joy was the fact that I'm driving my car. I mean, it was a totally blind investment. I don't even remember the name of the damn company! In fact, the only thing I remember was buying 50 shares at fifty cents a share. The next thing I knew, each share was worth $333! Do the math, that's over $15000 total! Now, I know it probably wasn't the brightest thing to do, but I quit my part time job over this. Yeah, it was pretty stupid, actually. Never mind that, however! Now, back to the story!

I pull into my local Gamestop, ready to pick up a copy of Battlefield 3 for my Xbox. Why in the hell didn't get this when it came out. Oh yeah, that's right: I got addicted to Ponies. I park my car in front of the building, making sure to lock the doors before I exit the vehicle. Once inside the building, I am greeted by a large statue of Skyrim's Dovahkinn, albeit with a missing sword. Heh, what are those crazy-ass thieves gonna do with a plastic sword? Idiots…

Before long, I locate a copy of BF3 and start towards the cashier; a strongly-built man in his late teens or early twenties, who seems to be staring at me. Weird…

I placed the game in front of the cashier, who snapped out of his staring and began to ring up the price. I guess I could play for a while with my friends before I get to work on my next song…

Why are you even making music, man? It's not like you're actually gonna get famous.

Shut up brain, I can dream!

"Yo! Buddy!" I was snapped out of my thoughts by the cashier, who had begun to snap his fingers in my face, "You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah." I sigh, taking the bag he had placed on the counter, "I kinda snapped out of it there, sorry."

"No biggie, but hey, I couldn't help but notice your shirt." He looked down at my t-shirt, which was emblazoned with an image that was a ponified take on Tiesto's bird logo; with an image of Dash in place of the bird.

"You caught that, huh?" I chuckled a tad, nobody had noticed the pony in my shirt before, except for other bronies, "You a brony?"

"Yeah; Lyra for life, man." I chuckle a tad at this response, "I would totally hit that, like, any day of the week."

"So you clop?" I ask this question as soon as he begins about 'hitting that'.

"Hell yeah, all the time." He answered, causing me to chuckle. I myself do clop, but I'm not as open about it as this man is.

"So, your name is…?" He begins to inquire.

"Max, Max Walker." I announce, "At you service, madam."

"Very funny…" He rolls his eyes as I chortled a bit, "I'm Jack Bolton, by the way. Maybe we should trade numbers, I'd like to hook up sometime."

We trade phone numbers and wave goodbye to each other as I walk out the door. What a crazy motherfucker! I unlock my car door and get in, setting the bag down in the passenger seat. Once I am buckled up, I drive the car out of the parking lot.

A few minutes later, I pull into the local park drive, which is the fastest way to get back to my apartment. Oh man, I'm so psyched to finally play this goddamn game! I hope this was worth the money!

Suddenly, a strange multicolored streak shoots out from one of the clouds, causing my eyes to widen in shock. Rainbows…at night? What the hell!

Taking a closer look, I pull over to the side of the road and exit the car, stepping out to focus on the scene before me. The streak appears to have a rainbow-colored trail following it, as well as a light blue tint, as it descends from the clouds and towards...me.

Oh shit…

I quickly begin to bolt out of the way of the rainbow missile, which looks as if it's about to crash right into me. As the object gets closer and closer, I start freaking out big time.

"Oh shit I'm gonna die!" I Yell, scared out of my mind.

I look back once more to gauge how close the object was to me, only to see that it is literally no more than thirty feet away and closing fast. Acting quickly, I duck and safely avoid collision with the mysterious projectile. Whew! That was close!

I start to rub sweat off of my brow, realizing how close that…thing had come to ending my life. Wait, what was that thing anyways? I've never seen anything like that…

Looking behind me, I check to see what had happened to the object. A trail of small-scale destruction lasts for about thirty feet and ends at a tiny crater. Inside the crater, I see something unbelievable; Rainbow Dash is curled up in a ball inside the crater. No…no way…she can't be real…

I move closer to the mare, unsure of my movements. I have never been this close to my dreams before, and the last thing that I want to do is screw it up big time. She seems to be the real deal, though I have yet to actually get near her. Well, better now than never.

I sigh as I approach the motionless pony lying in the center of the crater. She looks awful; her right wing bent at an awkward angle and scrapes covering her body. Wait a minute, is she…dead? The very possibility of this shocks me into moving much faster. She can't be dead, nononono!

I rush to her side, forgetting about not scaring her and all of that stuff that I was concerned with. Putting my fingers to her neck, I sigh in relief as I feel a pulse. Well, at least she's not dead, but she's still pretty screwed up…I'd better bring her home with me.

Wrapping my arms around the still-warm mare, I pick her up gently. Surprisingly, she weighs no more than fifty or sixty pounds, while being roughly one meter from hoof to ear (on all fours). Holding he close, I cannot believe how soft her fur is. Wait a minute, dude. You need to get her back to home.

I rush once more and hurry the pony into my car, opting to set her in my lap. Omigosh she is so adorable…I can feel her taking tiny little breaths.

Although my internal fangasms are slowing me down a fair bit, I eventually arrive at my apartment by 10:00, later than I would've liked. I can't let my neighbors see this, and I live on the fifth floor!

Just pretend she's a plush

Hey, good idea, brain!

Grabbing Dashie from my lap, I start towards the door of my apartment, cradling the injured mare in my lap. Once in the door, I start for the elevator, which is still at my story. Sweet! No waiting this time bitches!

I get in the elevator, only to discover that it is already occupied by my neighbor; Brian. Brian is a man of around 30 who is vaguely aware of the brony fad, but has no idea that I'm a member. We're pretty good friends, but you should see the look on his face when he sees Dashie.

"Whoa! What the hell is that?" Brian yells in shock as I set the elevator to go to the fifth floor, "Is that some kind of alien?"

"What? No!" I quickly lie to my friend about the origin of the creature I'm holding, "It's a plushie I bough along the way home. Expensive piece of work, too; paid around a hundred dollars for this.

"What IS it?" He asks, still staring at the doll.

"It's a Rainbow Dash plush." I explain nonchalantly, "She's a character in My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, which is actually a pretty damn good show."

"My Little Pony, really man?" He chuckles, "Whatever, if you like it, then who am I to say otherwise. Just don't try and pull me into this."

"I won't, promise." I grin as the elevator ascends to the fifth floor. With a satisfying ding, the door opens and I am within thirty feet of my apartment.

"Well, see ya." I quickly say my farewells to Brian, rushing towards my door with the mare still passed out in my arms.

This should be an interesting night…