Chapter 4: Home sweet home

A/N Thanks for reading. After this story, I will be working with PonySpin to make a short story featuring two of our Ocs. Then, I will do a mlp/halo crossover with Chief and Jorge. I know I didn't make it clear earlier, but this takes place one month after the changeling invasion, and one month before the wedding of Josh and Dash.

I fell through the portal, and onto the floor of the castle room. The first thing I realized is that I was a pony again. Second, was that everypony was present. Dash, my Dash, galloped over and kissed me.

"Ohmygosh! What happened? Are you ok? Where's Twilight? Where's the crown?" She asked, her speed rivaling Pinkie Pie's.

"Ok, In order of importance: Twilight has the crown, She will be here any moment, I'm ok, and it's a long story." I replied. Twilight stepped through the portal, wearing her crown.

"What happened to Sunset Shimmer?" Celestia asked.

"Don't worry. She's been left in good hands." Twilight smiled. I could see the confused faces all around the room. We began to walk out of the room, and the others began to bombard Twilight with questions.

"Girls, I'll answer your questions later. I'm tired from all the dancing." Twilight sighed.

"Dancing?!" They all exclaimed. Twilight bumped into to the same guard she had ran into when we first arrived in Canterlot.

"We've got to stop bumping into each other like this." He chuckled. Twilight blushed as he walked away.

"Who was that?" She asked.

"A new guard, Flash Sentry, I think." Cadance said. "Why?"

"Do you like him?" Rarity teased.

"Wait! Let me guess!" Pinkie yelled. "He totally reminds you of a guy you met in the other world who played guitar, was in a band, and helped prove that you didn't destroy all the decorations for a big dance, so you could still run for princess of the big dance, and then asked you to dance at that dance?! Right?"

"How did you know that?" Twilight gaped.

"Just a hunch." Pinkie shrugged. Twilight was about to reply, when I placed my hoof over her mouth.

"Growing up in a world where nothing breaks the laws of physics, I have learned that it's easier to ignore something that does break them, or else you will go insane." I explained. "Therefore, I do not question Pinkie's ablilities, though I am thoroughly freaked out by them." Everypony started to laugh.

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"Bye, Dash." I called. She waved, then flew up to her cloud house. I went to go pick up Timber and Tank, Dash's turtle, from the Library. Twilight's friends, Blitz and Singer, had been taking care of all our pets for the last week.

I knocked on the door, which flew open as two pegasi shot out, one being ridden by Angel, Fluttershy's annoying bunny. The flew off into the distance towards Fluttershy's cottage. I was bowled over by a mass of wood. Timber, my tame timberwolf, stared down at me happily. He looked more like a wooden husky than the typical Everfree timberwolf. I don't know if he was born that way or if it was a result of being tame, but I wasn't complaining.

Tank flew out the door using the propellers that Dash had attached to his shell. He landed next to me as Winona, Applejack's collie, stood beside Timber. She nuzzled Timber, then ran home.

"Way to go, dude." I said. I could have sworn that Timber blushed. I didn't see Opal, Rarity's cat, so I assumed that she had already left. Timber trotted beside me, and Tank sat on my back as the three of us headed home.

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I patted Timber as I laid down on my bed. My home was a simply wooden shack. Being an honorary Prince, I was offered a place in Canterlot. I refused simply on the basis that in Ponyville, I was surrounded by friends.

As my eyes began to get heavy, one last though went through my head.

All my friends from earth have aged to death by now. Will I ever see another human? I had no idea that when the next human arrived, he would be the difference between life and death.

A/N. I thank you all for reading. My next story now has an official name. My Little Horizon: Spartan Rescue. I will still accept comments on all stories.

Until next time, this is Josh the Great, signing off.