A/N This is a mlp fim human fic. If it goes well then it's going on fimfiction. Italics for thoughts and bold for important info. Treat this as an introduction chapter.

This is also an edited chapter one.

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The beach is always a good place to relax. This one in particular was to Strakas liking as he surveyed the landscape. Warm water lapped onto sand and glided backwards and forwards across the beach as it was powered by tidal he was only half surveying the landscape, the sun as well had come out that day as it gently "hottened" up the atmosphere. Straka paid that attention too but he was preoccupied by something else. Something that a average teenage boy like he would be interested in. It wasn't a new video game or money. It was something even better.

Like the party of beautiful bikini clad girls that were happily splashing around in the water. Their massively proportioned breasts jiggling about in perfect synchronisation and the delightful screams of the girls as they pranced around in the sun all sounded like something else to Strakas mind as he lay down on the sand in his shorts and sandals, bare chest open and mighty.

The girls soon noticed the "awesome" figure lying down and they called out to that figure, waving their hands and pointing fingers at their mouths seductively. Straka didn't wait for them to say or do anything more to entice him as he was already running down the beach and into the loving (and sexually pleasing) group of females.

He splashed water on them, made corny jokes and generally had fun.

Until a massive tidal wave of water knocked him into the beach. A smaller figure then came down from the sky and jumped on him. That figure looked similar and familiar to someone he knew.

Strakas house.

Strakas dream ended abruptly as he found himself back in his room, under his bed warm and tucked in. And unfortunately a human being that he knew as Scootaloo. Also known as the annoying little sister from hell. She had ruined his dream plus his sleep.

"Scoots, I uh…".Straka couldn't think of anything to say as he rubbed his eyes and stared tiredly at his sister with a blank facial expression.

"Why…what came..in your head to wake me up at this ungodly time in the morning?". He continued the previously unfinished sentence.

Scootaloo meanwhile was the opposite of her now tired and annoyed big brother. She was excited and not tired.

"Applebloom just texted me!. We need you to drive us to the shops in the middle of town". She hopped up and down on the bed for good measure(Causing Straka to fall about everywhere).

"You woke me up".He started off slowly.

"Yes?". Scootaloo replied, not knowing what was going to happen next.

"Before 12:00….." Strakas usual time to wake up was at 12:00 or more, to be woken up before than was inviting the death penalty.

"Of course". His little sister got slightly worried.

"TO TELL ME THAT YOUR FRIEND TEXTED YOU?!". The male teenager shouted at his sister, he couldn't believe that was the reason why she had woken him up was because Applebloom had texted her.

He wished that Scootaloo could learn to drive, although she was only fourteen and not old enough. So she could happily ferry her and Applebloom along as much as they wanted. But NO, she had to constantly bug him everytime.

"Well, yeah. Got a problem?". Scootaloo started to argue again but her brother just put a pillow on his head and looked like he was asleep. Deciding that there was no point staying in her big brothers room. The "little" sister stomped out and shut the door normally for once.

Meanwhile, Straka was beginning to realise that he was going to choke himself with the pillow. Throwing it up in the air and turning the alarm clock off ,he sat up.

The dream with the hot girls had kept him from going to sleep. He brushed a hand on his face and thought about his looks.

To start with he was white skinned. Almost pale with a few freckles but they weren't that noticeable. His eyes were a brownish colour and his short cropped black hair that made him recognizable to people. He was fairly average in terms in looks. Of course he had been dating his best friend Applejack a few years ago but that went downhill after she got a little bit on the crazy side. Now of course they were best friends and in his mind: Nothing more.

In the dream or in most dreams Straka always imagined himself as a mighty hulk on a man like Hercules. That was pretty far-fetched considering that the only muscles on his thin body was a good pair of running legs and extremely hard shoulders…..even bricks bounced off.

Otherwise he could be considered average in terms of weight, although he was a pretty thin person but that didn't stop Straka from being excellent at track running and endurance.

"Havent found anyone I cant outrun or last longer yet". He grinned at himself. That was the one thing he could be proud of in life. Except of course his terrible grammar and spelling.

After getting everything out of his head and willing himself to go back to sleep. The male teenager did finally get back to sleep. This time it was undisturbed sleep all the way.

A few hours later.

*Beep beep.

Strakas phone rang but he didn't pay any attention as he was too busy sleeping.

*Beep beep beep beep beep!.

It rang again and would soon go over to the voice mail. Right now his phone was vibrating so much it would land on Strakas head if he didn't wake up in time.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*.

The phone finally edged its way out of the desk that was a foot higher than the bed and majestically landed on Strakas head.

And then to top if off…..the voice mail went.

"Welcome to the Equestrian voice mail service. Please leave your message after the tone".

"Oh fuck…..". Straka woke up and upon seeing who was ringing him, the sleep eluded teenager gave up on life and pressed the correct buttons on his smart phone so that he could see who would dare to him at such a unholy hour.

"No you….go away". The sleep deprived Straka gazed the caller ID of his mother:Princess Celestia, the ruler of the land and the most powerful person in Equestria. As well as being loved by all (well almost) of her subjects, Celestia was greatly respected and admired by just about everyone.

Well almost everyone.

"We never talk anymore, not after what you did…fuck off". Straka answered the phone, said his angry verbal piece and turned off the conversation before he could give his mother a chance to reply.

"Every single day she rings me, trying to….I don't know anymore. Screw life". Straka swore before reaching for a cigarette to calm himself down.

*Bzzzzzzzzzz Bzzzzzz Bzzzzz*

His phone vibrated and he picked it up again, only to find a text message from his mother.
"Maybe you need to stop smoking too". It read.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me…"Straka cursed again before doing what he was supposed to have done a long time ago.

*Block number*.

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