"Get your lazy bastardness out here!"

Let me explain. This is my father, Don. If you're looking for me, please direct your eyes behind yourself. There you go.

My name is Aaron Hoofington. Yeah, yeah; laugh all you want. That's what everyone does. I'm used to it. This is my last month of eighth grade, and my dad is unusually grumpy during this time. He wants me to "make Mama proud." I think he's mad at me for getting held back for four years during my years in middle school. His lack of compassion causes him to let Fist, Foot, and Hard Object to meet Face and Head.

"After all," my dad would grumble, "your Mama would've wanted you to do your best." But as you would expect, I disregarded it. Because of this, I was late for school, giving me no spare time at school make friends. Yes, I don't have friends, but it helps me at the same time: I don't get let down, held down, and make dumb promises. Even my family ignores me. The only chance I could have had was my sister, but she basically plays "follow the leader" with my dad. Connect the dots.

Because my older brother dropped out of high school, he drives me to school, but it isn't the best AT ALL. Now, back to my reality.

"Get your lazy bastardness out here!"

"God, Dad, wait for once."

My dad lost it. "YOU DARE INSULT ME LIKE THAT!" Next thing I know, I'm lying in the fetal position, having been introduced to Fist again. By the way, nice to meet you Fist. I stumbled my way to my unconcerned brother and jumped into the roofless car.

"I swear, if you drip blood on the leather…"

My day at school wasn't the worst, but it wasn't the best. The bullies gave me their daily routine, and I failed my project thanks to them. Honestly, I don't give two bucks about school. Notice anything? Yep, I'm a brony. Every day, after school, I watch My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I always enjoyed the show. My favorite character?

Luna. Nopony else.

As I sat at my bedside, I wondered, what would life be like in Equestria?

Would you like to know?

I fell off my bed. That voice…

Would you like to know?

Those were the words I heard. The voice in my head startled me. It wasn't me. Only, it sounded… familiar…

Suddenly, I saw a huge flash and something… or somepony appeared!

"I am Princess Celestia, goddess of the sun and ruler of Equestria with my sister. I can take you to Equestria if you would like, but you may never come back here again. I object though, you have been steadily watched, and you are part of a prophecy. A part of a prophecy that has been forsaken by my own parents. Come with me, and your questions will be answered."

Although I was happy for looking at the Princess without fainting, I was very confused. Why haven't I come back to reality?

"Is something wrong?" the Princess asked.

"Yes, actually," I said. "I'm sitting in front of my savior, and I'm not in a dream. Well, this is awesome at the same time." I pondered for a long time, thinking about the proposal and what little losses I would have. "Cele- Princess, I think I'll go with you."

She grinned warmly. "A great choice. Also, call me Celestia. Soon, I may let you call me Tia," Celestia said, giggling at a thought. Her horn lit up and I felt very sick. Next thing I know, I'm still by Celestia's side, but in a new place. I gazed at the new area; I noticed a very dull appearance, like graphics from the late 1900s and early 2000s.

"Hello, creature! I'm Sweetberry!"

Shit, I thought. G… 3…

"Sorry!" WHOOSH!

Hurled yet? Yes. At least it was at Sweetberry. I looked at the G4 surroundings. The room of a palace… the Royal Palace. However, this wasn't any room. This room was decorated to give off a lunar look.

Luna…

"Whom thy intrude is whom thy di-ello?" Princess Luna looked utterly confused. She seemed more confused than me. To be honest, it looked cute, the way she seemed. "Tia, what is that?" That killed my heart. R.I.P.

"This thing is Aaron Hoofington. He has willingly come with me from his universe to ours. Remember the prophecy?"

The Lunar Princess scowled at the thought of multi-universe traveling. She hated it. "What is it with you and multi-universe traveling? It's sickening," she mumbled, dropping her formal accent. I raised an eyebrow. I'm not alone. However, that isn't the only thing Luna's irritated about. There is one more: the prophecy.

"Why must it be "prophecy this, prophecy that?" Why can't we stick to our heart and not bring… this… thing with us!" Luna was constantly whining. However, she was also aiming her anger at me, including insults within her statements. I was broken. Why was it that when I get the choice I absolutely wanted, it's destroyed? Only this is worse. I sighed.

"Well, since you are so angry at a guy at first sight, why don't you tell me what this prophecy is?" Luna looked at me with a nervous face like her sister. First non-angry face? I can live with at least this.

Celestia was displeased. "Long ago, our parents had a vision. A vision that a man – not a pony – would come to our world and become a prince and marry the princess and become king and queen. It seemed so surreal to them that they began using psychic spells to predict the future, and sure enough, it happened. We both honored their decision until Lulu had a change in heart." Princess Luna scowled at her nickname being used "publicly." "I have watched you, young man. I believe you are the prince our parents prophesied. The sweet, noble prince that we had waited for…"

Luna continued to glare at us from across the room. It appeared she didn't want to hear any of it. After the story, my heart softened. "If I may, where will I stay?" I asked.

"I do not have any room for you in the palace, as a meeting is coming and many politicians are here. Therefore, I have asked my student, Twilight Sparkle, to house you. A carriage is waiting outside."

I walked towards the door, pondering. I felt bad for Luna, being the only one siding with a possible approach. To be honest, I didn't know who to believe, so I decided to stay neutral and try not to get involved. As I passed the lunar princess, I whispered, "I understand now." She looked up and… smiled. I felt warm in the heart as I left.

The afternoon was… crazy (to say the least.) Since my arrival in Ponyville, I've been whispered about, screamed at, and tackled by Pinkie Pie – actually, I expected something worse. I met Twilight and her assistant, Spike. However, I knew who they were. I just wanted to make them feel special. Twilight was happy to have me move in. She instantly *cough* INSTANTLY renovated a new room with her magic. It looked exactly like her room except a bit more… manly!

"I love it Twi!" I exclaimed, bringing her into a tight embrace. I retracted my arms as I heard (or didn't hear) silence from her lungs.

"Can't breathe… please…"

I stumbled upstairs. "What a… day…," I mumbled. There was a party going on. I had a headache from the drinking. I could still hear Vinyl Scratch (otherwise known as DJ-PON3) playing her bass up at full volume. "Damn bass cannon…" Suddenly, I heard the sound of someone vomiting in my bathroom. I was utterly confused; no one ever came in. I inched my way towards the door and opened it, finding a pony I would least expect here, and having a hangover already as well!

"Luna? What the… What the hell are you doing in my room?" I questioned her, my voice rising in anger. If she showed so much distaste in me, why is she here? Fucking bitch, I thought. I glared at her, but she was… crying.

She looked at me, distraught. "I- I… uh… I must leave!" Just as she was about to teleport away to who knows – or cares, in my case – I tackled her. Hard. The once scary princess cowered in fear as I peered into her face. Normally, I would punch the crap out of her, but I had changed before arriving in Equestria. I searched through her eyes, looking for what I was looking for. Was the princess just acting up, or was she truthful of her sadness? I found it. True, I thought. I let her off from the ground and carried her to my bed. Luna just gazed at me, searching for words. "I'm… I'm sorry…"

She was so cute. I let out a hearty laugh. "I forgive you. Only next time, tell me. Wouldn't it seem weird if one of your guards was having a hangover in your bathroom?" I imagined that happening and chuckled to myself. "Now, tell me, why are you here? Considering what happened after my arrival, the tension couldn't be cut by swords."

Luna looked down. "I was angry at my sister after the dispute. I left for a drink, but I decided to go to your party. The least I could do after yelling at you is showing up." I pulled her head up until she faced me. I smiled, and she grinned back.

"I know this is pretty quick, but… I was wondering if there was any way I could help," I said. I wanted to make it up to her. It was the least I could do, I gazed up quietly. She later told me that she could use an assistant for all of her paperwork with all the night cases going on. She never anyone that she had more work than her co-ruler until now.

"I'm sorry," Luna sighed, "but it is time for me to leave. I feel better speaking to you personally. It was… nice." She walked towards the window, spread her wings, and barfed, a LOT. She groaned, "I don't think I can make it without "birding" on somepony." The princess asked for a rag, and I fetched two for both of us; we wiped off a lot of the ex-stomach fluid before it stained until my hand touched her hoof. It was soft like a pillow. Apparently, she noticed and jerked her hand back, much to my displeasure.

I thought this was a good time to propose an offer. "Princess, if I may, my bed is up for keeps." She looked at me with disgust and I laughed. "No, I mean, if you need a place to crash, you can take my bed while I take the downstairs couch." Her eyes lit up along with my heart. I left her there to "decide" while I made my way downstairs. There were still many ponies here. Vinyl seemed to put her bass on autopilot because she had her face slammed on the set. I saw the drool dribbling down and smiled. Poor Vi. I walked over to Twilight who seemed to be flirting with a stallion. About time, I thought. I poked her back and she turned to me.

"Twi, can Luna stay over? I offered my bed. She's having a hangover." Twilight burst into a fit of laughter.

"The Princess? Hangover? You've got to be KIDDING! … You're… not." Twilight tensed up. "Of course, she can stay! But where will you sleep? The couch?" She gestured over to the couch and coffee table where Applejack was playing Cider Pong with her brother. Pinkie was also there… having a chugging race with another mare. Twi sighed. "My bed's too small. You'll either have to sleep with Luna or the floor."

I was a bit shocked that she did not give up her bed to Celestia chosen guest. "Very well," I whispered. Twi acknowledged my hurt but was too drunk to care. I walked back up without a word.

"Princess, you are allowed to sleep here. Actually, Twi's orders."

"Do not address me as Princess; call me Luna. You have been unknowingly." I reddened at the thought of incorrectly addressing royalty, but I felt better that Luna opened up to me.

"I do have one problem: the couch is occupied…," Luna looked at me. "… by stomach fluids." I groaned in frustration. Such a basic problem has to be buffed up by alcohol. I heard her clear her throat, and I looked up. She smiled and gestured toward the extra space on my bed. I unwillingly climbed on. By instinct, I hugged her. I heard her grunt in surprise and tense up, but she later sighed and loosened up, accepting my arms. I fell asleep feeling something soft touch my face…