Sonic is from Sega, MLP is from Hasbro, and the summary will make sense later.

Falling from the sky. Most likely going to land face-first. This happens more often than I'd care to admit. The pegasus is new, though.

I should probably explain a few things. My name is Sonic the Hedgehog. Well, actually it's Arthur Ogilvie Maurice Jookiba, but who wants to get called that all day long? Anyway, I live near Emerald Coast, on a planet called Mobius. Think of it as an alternate version of Earth (yes, I know what Earth is). I'm deep blue with six windswept "spines" on the back of my head (no, they are not solid. They happen to be thousands of quills that pack together strangely) and two more on my back (those are more complicated). I have emerald green eyes, red running shoes, and white gloves (... medical reasons). I am 3 foot 2 and 15 years old (that's tall for a Mobian hedgehog). Oh, and I can run faster than sound at a steady pace.

I've been having a weird night.

It started out simply enough. Cream the Rabbit, a friend of mine, had gotten captured by my nemesis, Doctor Ivo "Eggman" Robotnik, after finding the seventh Chaos Emerald (magic rocks, really powerful). Some of my other friends (Miles "Tails" Prower, Amy Rose, Knuckles the Echidna and [unknown to the others] Rouge the Bat) and I decided to storm his latest base. Normal Tuesday night.

If only I'd known.

It all went wrong when I got to the control room. Egghead knew he couldn't activate… whatever he'd rigged up before I could trash it (or Rouge could snatch the Emeralds from her spot in the rafters) so he sicced his last 'bot on me.

Metal Sonic.

I'm not gonna lie, that thing used to give me nightmares. It still gives 'em to Amy. the others just see a bad copy of me, but the two of us know better. He's literally the worst parts of me given form.

I wasn't happy.

Fortunately, when Humpty Dumpty put the tin man back together, he'd forgotten the brain, so all I had to do was get between Metal and the consol.

(Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time.)

Turns out, gemstones infused with phenomenal cosmic power don't like getting shot. At all. Personally I think I got off easy.

Next thing I know, I'm waking up in the middle of a busy street causing a traffic jam. But what really got my attention was the only other non-human in a hundred miles.

It resembled a small horse -a little shorter than me,actually- with pale yellow fur, a long pink mane and tail (like, almost Rapunzel levels), kind teal eyes, and odd markings on it's flank resembling three pink butterflies. It also had wings. No seriously.

She (I was fairly certain this pegasus was a mare) looked absolutely terrified, so I started stroking her mane on the off chance that it would calm her down rather than the alternative. Fortunately for my teeth, it worked.

Then the cops showed up. I put on a bit of a show messing with them for about a minute (never mind that my audience consisted of angry drivers, curious bystanders and an avian equine). Then one of them decided it would be a smart idea to pull a butterfly net over me. I picked up the horse and before they knew it we were long gone.

When I figured we'd lost them for at least a while I slowed to a walk and set my passenger on her feet so we could talk a bit.

She told me her name was Fluttershy (very fitting), and that she came from a place called Equestria, where in lieu of humans or Mobians, Ponies and many other animal species (all hooved, mythical, or both from what I could tell) were dominant, and most natural phenomena (seasons, the weather, the day/night cycle) relied on ponies to work. From how she described her job, I reasoned that she was a non-profit veterinarian/ pet store owner who had a home office.

After a while we decided to explore some more. one thing led to another and we ended up racing against formula 1 police cars with a black eye, a sprained wing and a baseball cap (don't ask). We jumped off an unfinished overpass at supersonic speeds, commented on the view, and here we are, falling straight towards that swimming pool.

Wait, what!?

"Uh, you can swim right?"

"Not well enough for both of us, if you mean what I think you mean."

Uh oh.

SPLASH!

Of all the ways I thought I would get out of that pool, a twelve-year-old diving in to help Flutters save me was not one of them. Then again, what do I know?

"Thank you," Fluttershy half-whispered.

The kid was understandably shocked by this. "You can talk?"

I smirked at him, although most of the effect was lost due to my previously mentioned black eye, "we can do lots of things."

He smiled at this, "My name's Chris, what're yours?"

"F-Fluttershy."

"I'm Sonic. Sonic the Hedgehog."

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