Well hi there! My 2nd attempt at a fanfic, the first being Rainbow's Revenge. Much less dark. Anyway, hope ye enjoy it!
Also disclaimer. I don't own My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
I sat on the bed and gazed wistfully out the window, September playing softly on my MP3 player.
My name is James. Lately, my life had taken a turn for the worst. Some months ago, my parents' marriage was declining, and I was beginning to question whether it would last, and even lightly suspect him of cheating on her. My suspicions were confirmed when we found a stray viagra pill. At first my dad denied it, but he eventually admitted it. Many other things were making me depressed as well that I'd rather not go into. I was seeing a counselor roughly twice a week, but it wasn't doing much. Whenever I really thought about it, I got upset, so I did stuff to help me cease thought. The internet and music were two of them. Especially Friendship is Magic.
Yeah, if you haven't guessed by now, I'm a brony. And I make no secret of it.
Sadly, right now, the music was doing nothing to put my mind to a stop.
A cloud rolling by reminded me faintly of a pegasus. I sneaked another wistful gaze. What I wanted more than anything in the world right now was to leave this world. I wanted to trade my human body for that of a pegasus and soar through the air without a care. A bit corny, maybe, but that was what I desperately wanted. I wanted to go to Equestria. But that was impossible...Or so I thought.
Acting on impulse, I opened up the window, stepped onto the roof and climbed up to the highest point. I lay there listening to music and watching the clouds roll by. This was my first time on the roof, and for whatever reason, despite my profound fear of heights, I felt no nervousness at all. I wasn't even sure why I was up there. But I didn't care. Not even about the risk of losing my balance and falling to my death. Death seemed like a relatively good alternative at the time. I lay there for what felt like hours. Maybe it was only a few minutes. But, again, I didn't really care.
A quick glance at the sky removed any suspicion about the time that passed. The sky had turned scarlet, the sun slowly lowering itself behind the hills. Maybe I should get inside, I thought to myself. But then again... Here I began to doze off. Maybe...just a little longer... I lay back down. A few minutes later, I was fast asleep.
I opened my eyes. I felt cool grass below, and warm June air penetrating from above.
Wait.
Grass? I was certain I fell asleep on a roof. Anxiety began welling up inside me. Did I fall off? Am I a ghost, or a zombie, or something?
I banished the paranoid thoughts. But still, it made no sense...
I tried to sit up and promptly fell back again. Something was very wrong. My hands didn't feel right. I tried standing up, and fell down again. Now I was getting annoyed. I made a third attempt, and this time thrust out my hands to catch myself as I fell.
I looked down...and saw, in horror, the reason why I couldn't stand.
Where my hands should be...were teal hooves.
In my surprise, I collapsed again. Dammit.
Once I had gotten over the shock, I got up again – remembering just in time to catch myself – and tried to get a good look at myself. I saw a lightly built colt body with a teal coat and a messy, very dark, almost black purple mane. A pair of wings sprouted from my sides.
Well, there. I was a pegasus.
Then I took a look around. I was in a sunny, grassy clearing in the middle of the Everfree Forest, and I noticed Ponyville not too far away.
What the hell was going on? How did I get here? Questions buzzed around in my head like moths around a fire. But I had no answers. And it was damn near driving me insane. I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. After a few minutes, I was calm again. My confusion was replaced by excitement.
I ran around a bit to test my new body. Walking like a pony wasn't as confusing as I thought it would be. After a while, I decided it was time to try flying. I jumped and began flapping my wings at a steady pace. Sure enough, I stayed in my place in the air. Great, I thought. Now, how does this work? How should I try to go forward? Tilting forward seemed to make the most sense, so I tried that. As expected, I started to move in that direction...too much. I found my face pounded into a tree. As agile as a squashed snail.
After several hours, I was able to fly at a relatively fast pace without smashing my face into trees and I was used to walking like a pony. Then I saw the sky. I spent far more time practicing than I thought. I considered sleeping in the forest - the grass was soft enough - but I remembered that there were probably several strange beasts there. Most of them probably hostile. With all other options exhausted, I started to fly in the direction of Ponyville. From what I know, most ponies are decent enough folk, so maybe someone would give me a place to stay for the night...
Yeah, that's the first chapter. Hope ye enjoyed!