Hello all my friends! I've been meaning to get this story out for a while now. I originally printed this on deviantArt, but I haven't been on there since September. My parents blame it for the viruses we've received, so I can't get on it anymore. :P

Anyways, I'm rewriting this from it's original form. In the dA version, the guys remained their human selves when they stepped into Ponyville. I'm turning the tables, so that not only will the girls enter Galaxy Hills, they'll be human. Here are some of the pairings my dA friend NeatOMixie and I have created:

-Fanboy/Pinkie Pie

-Chum Chum/Fluttershy

-Kyle/Twilight Sparkle

-Sigmund/Rarity

-Lenny/Applejack

-Boog/Rainbow Dash

-Spike/Yo

We tried to base them on personalities, but in the LenApple case, it's imperative for Applejack's laid-back personality to help ease Lenny's anxiety. In the SpikeYo case, since Spike loses Rarity to Sigmund and Yo loses Chum Chum to Fluttershy, they both have each other to comfort.

Also, somewhere in the future I REALLY want to have Professor Flan/Princess Celestia because:

1. They're both instructors in the realms of magic.

2. Their students (or in the professor's case former student) like each other.

3. There are no fanfics on here regarding Professor Flan, which is a shame because I LOVE him so much.

4. I personally find them adorable together.

Enough chit chat, though. Let's get on with it!

One last thing: I do not own either of these amazing shows. My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic is owned by Lauren Faust, Hasbro, Studio B Productions, and all other respective owners. Fanboy and Chum Chum is owned by Eric Robles, Nickelodeon, Frederator Studios, Viacom, and all other respective owners.

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Spike was having that wonderful dream again. In it, he had built a house made entirely of ice cream for Rarity, the most beautiful unicorn in all of Equestria. Strawberry, mint chocolate chip, blue raspberry, lemon-lime, and chocolate for those hard to fill cracks. The roof was frosted with white icing and lined with gumdrops. Giant scoops of ice cream lined the path that they were walking on. "My stars, Spike, it must've taken you eons to build such a structure!" Rarity remarked.

"Yeah, it took a while," Spike answered, "not to mention a lot of ice cream from Sugar Cube Corner, but it was worth it." The baby dragon took a dainty white hoof into his right claw. "I want only the best for you, m'lady." Rarity looked down and smiled at Spike, batting those long lashes. Those beautiful azure eyes were sparkling with gratitude.

"How could I ever thank you for constructing such a selfless gift?" the unicorn inquired. Spike was about to answer when she suddenly put her hoof against his mouth to shush him. "Wait. Not a word. I know the perfect way to repay you." With a flick of her curly violet mane to get the hair out of her eyes, Rarity leaned down to give Spike a kiss...

...

"Spike, wake up!" Unfortunately, that wonderful dream was once again interrupted by Twilight Sparkle. Spike's big green eyes shot open, and instead of an ice-cream covered pathway, he found himself lying in his bed. Sunlight was pouring through the library windows; Twilight was trotting back and forth with a saddlebag slung over her back. The purple unicorn was examining her overly neat, overly organized to-do list.

"Aww, you interrupted my dream again," Spike groaned, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "What's the rush?" As he turned over to go back to sleep, Twilight used her magic to toss the covers off of him.

"Spike, it's 8:00 and I have seveal errands to do today," Twilight told him. "Let's get going!"

"If they're your errands," he yawned, "why do I have to come?" The unicorn craned her neck downwards.

"Because you're my number one assistant." That definitely caught Spike's attention. He didn't want the Owlysious ordeal to be brought up again, so he grunted and crawled out of bed. "Thank you, Number One Assistant." Spike crawled on top of Twilight's croup and held on. It was a beautiful Thursday morning in Ponyville, as was just about every morning. Rainbow Dash woke up extra early for a change to clear the clouds, resulting in a flawless sky as blue as her coat. The streets were packed with ponies, as usual, doing whatever it was that needed to be doing. Some ponies were browsing through shops or streetside markets, whilst others were taking it easy and chatting with friends.

"What's the first thing on the list?" Spike inquired. Twilight levitated the to do list and a quill pen to him.

"First thing we need to do is refill on ink." Twilight Sparkle moseyed down the walkway to the stationery store, where the owner had a jar of ink all ready for her. Spike checked it off of their list as Twilight laid some bits on the counter to pay for it. "Alright, Number One Assistant, what's next?"

"Next, we have to...buy some apples!" Thursday was one of the days when Applejack took Sweet Apple Acres's finest to be sold on the street. Sure enough, she was in her usual spot.

"Howdy, Twilight!" the Earth pony greeted warmly. "Howdy, Spike! What can ah do for y'all?"

"Good morning, Applejack," Twilight smiled. "I was wondering if you could bag some apples for me. One red, one green, and one yellow, please." Spike's mouth watered at the array of juicy apples for sale. The saliva only intensified when Applejack offered some apple fritters, too. The baby dragon nodded his head rapidly, but Twilight replied, "No, thanks. Spike and I are trying to cut out sweets from our diet for the month."

"Well, ah can't blame ya," drawled Applejack. She dropped her voice to a lower tone and added, "Not one to be gossipin', but some ponies 'round here are gettin' a bit wide 'round the edges, if y'all know what ah mean." The orange mare put three apples into a bag. "Sometimes ah wonder what all those fancypants Canterlot ponies and Cloudsdale folk would say 'bout us." Twilight looked at her curiously, and Applejack couldn't figure out why...then she remembered Twilight Sparkle's origins. "Oops. Sorry. Ah mean other Canterlot folks."

"It's fine," the unicorn assured. As she added the apples to her saddlebag's inventory, a thought that had been plaguing her since late last night suddenly was aroused. "Applejack, do you think..." Her voice trailed off as she contemplated how to word her question.

"Do ah think what, Twilight?" Applejack looked at her curiously. Last night after a studying spree, Twilight began to think strange thoughts in her analytical mood. She knew there were many creatures in Equestria. There were Earth ponies, unicorns, pegasi, alicorns, griffins, mules, donkeys, goats, a minotaur, one zebra, all in addition all the woodland and farm creatures that existed, just to name some species...but there was something eating her. What if there was a species that existed beyond their realm of knowledge? After all, new species were being discovered and taxonomically acknowledged every day in Equestria. What were the odds that there something yet undiscovered?

The bookworm came to this conclusion not only after her surge of studying, but also as a result of a peculiar vision Twilight received in her sleep. All she recalled was a creature she had never seen before. The surroundings were dark and wet, but this creature seemed to glow in contrast. Without a doubt a male, his face was a paled color, but the rest of his body was cloaked in garments Twilight Sparkle could not recall. The creature had some type of fur or hair on top, a deep red shade. He had freckles like Applejack, too, and Twilight remembered he seemed to be looking down with an air of curiosity. What did it mean? "Yoohoo, Twilight? You still in there, sugar cube?" Twilight snapped back to reality.

"I-it's nothing, Applejack," she responded, shaking her head. "Nevermind. Thanks for the apples, though." She rewarded the pony with some bits and trotted off. "Bye!" Applejack shook her head in confusion.

"Wonder what all that fuss was about?" For the rest of the errands, all Twilight could think about was the memories of her vision. The creature in her vision had seemed so real, as if she could reach her hoof out and touch his flesh. Only when Applejack began talking about the different types of horses in Equestria did it all come back to Twilight, and only then did it seem unusual to her. As Rarity trimmed Twilight's mane, as Twilight returned Pinkie Pie's rubber chicken (don't ask), and as Twilight joined Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy to observe the annual butterfly migration-the one that Rainbow Dash always fell asleep watching-Spike could tell Twilight was troubled.

However, Twilight wasn't the only one troubled. Far, far away beyond the realm of Equestria, there was a human tween by the name of Kyle Thomason, otherwise known as Kyle the Conjurer. The events of his educational life were somewhat twisted and abrupt. He had gone from a high brow British school for wizards to a less than perfect middle school all the way in America in a short period of time. How did this occur? The answer lies deep within Kyle's disposition. The red head was determined to become the most powerful preteen wizard in the world in order to prove to his rival, the famed Sigmund the Sorcerer, that he could be a success after years of having Sigmund's superiority rubbed in his face. As the cliche goes, however, practice makes perfect, but Kyle forgot that it also takes time. Agitated by the slow process of his redemption, he decided to show proficient he was by turning one of his professors, Professor Flan, into the dessert that beared his surname. Actually, he'd originally intended to transform the professor's appearance into that of a plump pudding, but he settled with raspberry flan. Unfortunately, instead of being impressed, the Milkweed board was only outraged, resulting in Kyle's expulsion from the academy.

Now Kyle was stuck in an American middle school with no magic or class whatsoever, and on top of that no one truly was convinced of his wizard status. His cape, wand, and Book of the Dead apparently was not enough for their feeble minds. At least Professor Flan was intelligent and well-rounded in his subject; the teacher he was stuck with now, Mr. Mufflin, didn't seem to be very logical. For example, the other day he tried to convince them the answer to a math problem could be solved by dividing by the digit zero. Kyle knew that this was mathematically impossible, but since he was deemed as the class suck up, it wouldn't do much good to point out the errors in the curriculum. If the nitwits in his class wanted to grow up to be misleading in accounting, that was their business. Kyle didn't really give an elf.

With his background explaind, Kyle was having a conflict similar to Twilight's. All day at school, he was repeatedly bothered by a dream he received the other night. In it, he was standing on his stoop, looking down at a mysterious girl. It was dark out, raining, and the drops were sliding down her bare skin. She had big purples eyes that seemed frightened, if not a little confused, staring up at him. She was lovely, but he didn't know whom she was, how she had gotten there, or what his dream was insinuating.

"Don't even think of swiping my pudding while I'm deep in thought," he snapped. Out of the corner of his Kyle could see two gloved hands, one purple and one black, reaching for his pudding cup. Two faces popped up from under the lunch table.

"Aww come on, Kyle," said the taller boy. "It's not like you're going to eat it!" Kyle stared at him emphatically. "Well, are you?" The Brit sighed and started to spoon some pudding into his mouth to keep them from snacking on it. Ever since his first day of school in Galaxy Hills, Kyle was pestered by these two boys. Their real names were unknown to the other students, but they went by the names Fanboy and Chum Chum. Mr. Mufflin referred to them still as Purple Kid and Talking Raccoon. Fanboy was tall and thin with a green jumpsuit, a purple hooded cape that covered his face from the nose up, and purple gloves. His sidekick and best friend Chum Chum was the shortest kid in the school, with a round little body and messy brown hair. He had an orange and yellow superhero costume, a black eye mask and gloves, and a yellow cape. Both boys wore black sneakers and briefs on the outside of their costumes. The boys' passions were almost completely devoted to comic books, action figures, video games, and Frosty Freezy Freezes, a slushy drink found only at the Frosty Mart convenience store downtown.

"What's got you feelin' so down?" questioned Chum Chum. He sat on the edge of the table, letting his drumstick-shaped legs dangle.

"I'm just worried about something," Kyle answered. "It's not like you two bozos are going to understand." Fanboy had a wide buck-toothed grin as he gave the wizard a friendly slap on the back, almost making him swallow the spoon.

"Of course we would understand!" laughed Fanboy. "We're your best friends, aren't we?" Kyle was about to oppose their friendship, but then he remembered what he told Sigmund the time Fanboy and Chum Chum almost were blown to bits at Kyle's expense. They're just...my friends. Okay, so maybe they were helpful every once in a while, but in these circumstances Kyle wasn't sure of how to convey his feelings in a way that they could understand.

"As much as I'd like to agree, today I'm more interested in magic than friendship." That was Kyle's attempt to brush them off, but it didn't help.

"Friendship is magic, too!" Chum Chum pointed out. Kyle rolled his eyes; there was no use in getting them off of his back.

"Fine, I'll tell you," he sighed. "Last night I had a dream of a very pretty girl." Intrigued, Fanboy and Chum Chum urged the wizard to tell them more. "She...she was on my steps during the night, and it was raining. She wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing, and I have no idea where she came from." He looked at the boys. "What do you think it means?"

"I think you have a crush," deduced Fanboy. Kyle reminded him the mystery girl didn't look anything like the girls in school, so Fanboy thought again. "Maybe...it's a crush you haven't met yet.

"That's preposterous," scoffed Kyle. "If I haven't met her yet, how can I possibly have a crush on her? It just doesn't work out that way."

"Maybe if you met her first," Chum Chum piped up, "then you would have a crush."

"Perhaps," nodded Kyle, "but what are the chances I'll ever discover her identity?" The bell rang, indicating lunch was over, and the discussion was adjourned. Still, Kyle was perplexed over his situation. He didn't know it yet, but it would take time and a little bit of magic to answer all of his problems.