Another Dimension

Chapter 1

AN: Part 3! so stoked! on saturday there's going to be a comic-con (The first in the Middle East) and I'm cosplaying as Applejack! A special Thank You to my beta-reader Ventus Snow Lionheart, hopefully he'll help me with the rest of the chapters :P Go check out his stories they're really good. and now, enjoy! Try to guess where these ponies landed! Teehee.

"Ready?" Princess Celestia smiled at the two remaining ponies, Applejack and Pinkie Pie.

"Ready fer what?" said Applejack, taking a step back.

"Ready to go on an adventure?" asked Princess Celestia, gesturing towards the portal.

"You bet!" cheered Pinkie as she grabbed Applejack's hoof and jumped into the portal. "Wheeee!"

"Don't forget your saddlebags!" cried Princess Luna as she threw them into the portal.

The two sisters sat there, watching the portal go round and round and listening to the faint cries and cheers of the last ponies.

"They're going to die out there," giggled Luna.

"Yeah, I know," chuckled Celestia.

Meanwhile, in the portal, Applejack and Pinkie weren't laughing. Well, Pinkie was, and Applejack was screaming in pain while regretting this horrible decision.

"Sweet Celestia!" yelled Applejack as she witnessed her legs becoming longer, and her hoof lengthening to create the basic shape of a foot. Sharp stabs of pain shot through her body as she began to grown fingers, the bone and flesh poking out from her thick hooves. She arched her back as it straightened and craned her neck as her head began to change shape. She opened her eyes slightly to see Pinkie swirling around, doing cart wheels in mid-air.

"This is fun!" cried Pinkie. "Ooh, look at my arms!" Her front legs were now in the form of normal human arms.

There was a flash of rainbow, and then a blinding white light. Applejack shielded her eyes from the glare, and gritted her teeth from the insane pain she was feeling in every single part of her body.

As quickly as it appeared, the light disappeared, leaving the now-humans in a comforting darkness. Slowly, the scene around them began to form, and they found themselves on a sidewalk, underneath an elegant street lamp. The streets were cobblestone, and buildings were small and delicate. Everything seemed very…fancy. The sun hung low, casting a golden blush on the streets.

Applejack rolled over to her side, the smooth round cobblestones pocking her gently. She quickly sat up, and gasped when she saw her new body. She was wearing a pair of washed out blue jeans, with an orange flannel plaid shirt. She had old brown cowboy boots on and her belt buckle was the in the shape of a ripe, ruby red apple. On top of her light blonde floppy bangs was her beloved cowboy hat.

Pinkie had landed not far from Applejack, and was now trying to stand up on her own. Her bright pink coat had now turned into creamy white skin and brand new clothes. She had on a pink frilly dress, with hot pink bows decorating the skirt. Wrapped around her legs were pink stockings, and on her feet were little pink boots. Her messy pink hair was still the same. It even had that little bouncy bit that would never stay still.

Altogether, Pinkie was very…pink.

"Wow! Check me out!" said Pinkie, doing a little twirl. She seemed very comfortable standing on two legs.

"P-Pinkie? A lil' help?" Applejack's voice was shaky.

"Of course!" Pinkie bounded quite gracefully on her heels and bent down to help her friend stand up.

Applejack stumbled a bit, but then reminded herself that she had the strongest back legs in all of Ponyville, and thus standing up on her hind feet shouldn't be a problem. She tried walking a bit, and was surprised to see how easy it was once you got the hang of it. She surveyed their surroundings, not really liking the looks of things. "This place looks like Manehattan to me," she mumbled, scratching her head.

"Hey, look! Princess Luna threw these at us," said Pinkie as she picked up a saddlebag. It was pink (of course) and the buckle looked like Pinkie's cutie mark. She opened the bag and pulled out an important looking form. She scanned over it, and looked at Applejack. "You might want to read your own form," Pinkie said, glancing back at her own paper.

Applejack hurriedly opened her saddlebag and tore through the papers until she had found the one Pinkie mentioned. On it were a few details:

Name: Jackie Susan Apple

Age: 18

Occupation: Student at Madame Coulombe's Finishing School for Young Ladies

"That's weird. Why did you get a new name?" asked Pinkie as she peeked at Applejack's form. "Mine is the same." She shoved the paper into Applejack's face:

Name: Pinkamena Diane Pie

Age: 18

Occupation: Student at Madame Coulombe's Finishing School for Young Ladies

"And what's also weird is that my age is wrong! I'm a year younger than all of you, so I don't understand! And why are we students? I'm not a student…I'm a baker! I'm a party planner! I'm a pony!" Pinkie's eyes screwed up and small tears began to leak out. "I…I thought this would be fun, but I just want to go home now. I have a yucky feeling in my stomach," Pinkie clutched her stomach and looked up at Applejack, who had a frown on her face. The older pony wrapped her arms around her younger friend, holding her in a tight hug.

"Don' worry, sugar cube," soothed Applejack. "All we gotta do is git by fer as long as we gotta, and then we'll be able ta mosey on back home. Just think of this as…a game!"

"A game?" whimpered Pinkie. "Okay, a game," she said slowly. A small smile grew on her face. "I can go along with that."

Applejack was glad to see Pinkie smiling again. She looked around her once more, wondering where they could be. She noticed a small sign hanging on a nearby wall. Written in lovely cursive were the words 'Madame Coulombe's Finishing School for Young Ladies'.

"Well, that sure was fast," stated Applejack, who was quite surprised that they had found their location so easily. Two loud thuds were heard behind her, and Applejack whipped backwards to see what had caused the sound. Pinkie jumped next to Applejack, but then smiled at how silly she was being.

"Applejack, look!" Pinkie pointed towards the place they had landed and surprisingly, two medium sized suitcases had appeared.

Applejack looked up to the sky, but she saw nothing but stars. She crept up to one of the suitcases and opened it, revealing layers of clothes and other necessary things girls would need. "The princess must'a thrown these as well," thought Applejack out loud. "That was mighty thoughtful of 'em," she murmured, her skeptical expression softening at the thought of the princesses still caring about them even though they had been assigned to this crazy mission.

Pinkie kneeled down next to Applejack, examining the contents on the bag. "What's…that?" giggled Pinkie as she held up a flesh colored bra. "Ew, it's all rubbery!" She flung it at Applejack, who playfully swatted it away and stuffed it back into the bag.

"Saddle up, Pinkie. We gotta mission ta finish," said Applejack as she grabbed her bags and walked up to the cobblestone steps leading to a wrought-iron door.

"Hurray for missions!" Pinkie collected her things as well and bounded towards the door, cheerfully knocking on the door.

The door opened, and standing behind it was a rather thin, tall old woman, with silver hair and a sour expression on her face. Her old-lady glasses hung limply on her long, protruding nose. She wore a very tight black dress with a white turtleneck sweater underneath, paired with black high heels. She smelled very strongly of fancy perfume.

"Bonjour," she greeted the girls, not warmly, but not coldly either. Her tone was hard to decipher. She regarded the girls' confused expressions and changed to English. "Welcome to Madame Coulombe's Finishing School for Young Ladies. How may I help you?" she said in flawless English.

"Howdy," replied Applejack. "Mah name's uh, Jackie, and Ah think we're new students in this here fancy place," a nervous chuckle broke out her. The lady's eye twitched at the sound of the English language being butchered by this Southern girl. Applejack noticed the disapproving look and shrunk down next to Pinkie.

"Yeah, and we are totally super excited to be new students here! I'm Pinkamena, but you can call me Pinkie!" Pinkie introduced herself, shaking the lady's hand with vigor.

The lady glared at Pinkie with cold, calculating eyes, obviously not amused by Pinkie's antics.

"If so," the lady continued, "You may follow me to my office, and then we will decide whether you are students here or not."

Applejack and Pinkie glanced at each other warily as they were led towards the imposing lady's office. Applejack smiled at Pinkie, and extended her own hand. Pinkie took it gratefully and squeezed as they walked together into the school to begin their new life.