New Beginnings: Default

>Finally have life sorted out, promising job, my own home to live in, independence

>and it's being robbed from me by a FUCKING BANANA PEEL in a FUCKING STARE WELL!!!!!!

>Arms broken, ribs cracked, Cant feel any pain, Shock?

>Try to lift head

>*CRUUUCCKCKC* AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

>oh wonderful! It’s not shock, my neck is broken too!

>and I feel something warm and wet pooling around my head

>I'm dying, never to see my friends or family ever again, all because some moron decided to litter

>vision blurring, eyelids heavy, thoughts becoming shatner-ian and sluggish

>NO! can't fall asleep, wouldn't wake up....

>need to.. hold..... on.....

>contrary to popular depiction it seems that death is not a cold grip, but more of a warm embrace

>it's dark, but like the kind of dark on a summer night, very relaxing, thoughts still sluggish, time is a blurring together, I can hear and feel my heartbeat, oddly healthy

>suddenly notice, something, I can feel another heartbeat, all around me

>God is that you?

>again, thoughts are still sluggish, and time is bleeding together

>not sure when I realized it, but the space I'm in is finite and shrinking

>after an eternity and feeling like I'm about to go mad from confinement, I feel a push from all directions, it repeats, in synch with the heartbeat that had kept me soothed and sane all this time

>I see a light, it seems my trek to the other side is almost finished

>Having accepted my fate I try with all my might to reach that light

>The light is blinding and kind of cold actually

>But I emerge, it feels like my (after?)life depends on it

>still can't see anything, feel myself being lifted up by nothing

>and feel a hard slamming sensation on my rear

>my body(soul?) is beyond sensitive, I cry out, vision clearing

>my eyes are adjusting, I see, a hospital? Why does everything look like a cartoon?

>"Congratulations, a healthy Unicorn" I hear a voice say

>what?

>vision sharpens more, I see in the place of arms, a pair of miniscule hooves

>what?!

>the Doctor, levitates me over towards where I just came from, to a Pony sitting on a hospital bed

>she looks tired as hell, but is beaming with joy at the sight of me, eagerly taking me in her arms(?)

>look around, see more ponies, more animated looking composition, more things that make me think I'm having some kind of coma dream

>WHAT!!?

>a male walks in, and embraces the woman holding me

>honey, she's beautiful

>wait, she?

>what.

>I'm panicking right now, having an existential meltdown in my head, can't vocalize beyond simple grunts and cries, flailing about.

>"I think she's hungry"

>I'm not hungry I'm having a panic attack I'm not your daughter I'M-

>Nipple, Milk, Food, Yummy, Good.... Sleepy....

>I re-awaken in the home of my "new" parents, in a crib, it's quiet, there is a mobile over my head

>with little else to do I take this chance to think now that I'm not panicking

>some time later after I've gotten my bearings, thoughts STILL Slowed down for some reason

>okay so, existential confirmations

>Souls Exist

>Reincarnation Exists

>and alternate universes Exist

>also I seem to be a Unicorn filly born to a Male unicorn and Female Pegasus

>my brain is full of All of the Fuck right now

>as I collect my thoughts I realize, all that time from the moment I shut my eyes in the stairwell, was me in the womb, in a way the sluggish thought process probably kept me from going crazy

>was still wondering why it took my so long to form my thoughts right now

>Oh no, I'm an infant, that means I have an infant's brain, with all my adult memories and ideas, like trying to play a current gen game on a 95

>I have a fresh start, but I have to grow up all over again

>learn to walk and talk again, the rigors of potty training, growing my teeth, I really hope I don't need braces this time, and Oh god, puberty again

>as a girl

>as a girl horse

>I want to get off the ride...

>it's been a couple weeks since then, a nice upper story apartment in Manehattan is my new home

>The New Parents are mercifully not subjecting me to baby talk, they seem relieved at how little I cry, glad I have other means of signaling them

>they have taken notice, I'll need to pace myself, don't want to seem too smart

>New Mom is a delivery mare, and New Dad runs a small but successful restaurant

>it serves Hot Dogs, Thank god I'm still an omnivore!

>also walking was much easier than expected, I'm bounding about and only using a stroller when I’m tired, which is more often than I keep expecting.

>I suspect magic will take longer, and I have Cutie marks to worry about

>as much as I hate the show, I can't help but wonder if this is what it's like to be Stewie

>managed talking a year in

>regained continence shortly after (THANK GOD)

>trying to hang on to memories, start writing as much of old life as possible into a journal as soon as I work out even basic writing

>New Life not bad, Dad's kind of a hardass but plays as hard as he works, Mom seems to love my "Tomboy" Streak

>Year 4

>School go's well, after growing into my new brain my mind is as sharp as the day I fell

>my overqualified smarts are offset by my laziness, and issues being patronized

>it's said that my cravings for independence have made me seem anti-social

>naturally I can't relate to classmates very well, I'm constantly talking to teachers instead

>casually doodling stuff from my world's media

>everyp0ny thinks it's original

>hehehehehe

>Year 10

>Rookie Author of many "Original" Stories

>I seem to have single hoofedly founded Sci-Fi in Equestria at the "Humble age of Ten"

>Mild fame, but not considered abnormal beyond my alleged creativity

>Year 12

>Cutie Mark earned

>it is a Camp Fire, with a pen drawing symbols into it

>I guess it symbolizes the passing down of stories and stuff

>Basically a nice way of saying my talent is plagiarism

>introducing Superhero comics to equestria, my magic gives me perfect pen dexterity

>I will have a monopoly on Marvel, DC and all the other big name heros!

>mwuahahahahahaha!

 

>year 14

>freshman year of high school starts

>have a couple friends, nothing too fancy

>first heat, is torture.....

>I still like girls, but no matter what I do, Boys invade my thoughts

>and dreams

>dirty dreams

>currently having a crisis of orientation

>I cant come out to Mom and Dad that I'm turning Strait!

>year 15

>New Sibling on the way

>loaded from author work

>with all these bits, there is little I can't get

>which has become a problem

>I recently realized that a good chunk of my "friends" are just hanging out with me because I have dosh

>and because I'm a "hot piece of flank"

>yes both Fillies and Colts have given this compliment

>I'm in desperate need for a real emotional connection

>One Month later, I meet a unicorn girl from Las Pegasus

>contrary to the name it is not a pegasus dominated city

>it also seems my works have not spread out that far yet

>she doesn't recognize me

>she's also open minded....

>date arranged, quiet picnic in local park

>date with Blue Bell (yes that's her name) is going well

>eventually bring up the author thing, she seems more interested in me as a person, likes dislikes, hobbies etc.

>I babble on, becoming a nervous wreck

>I fear eventually turning my Cutie Mark into a plate of pasta at this rate

>she laughs

>FUCK, She thinks I’m a loser!

>never mind, she just thought my flailing was funny

>we enjoy the company, not needing to say much

>before we part, she kisses my horn...

>for reference those are very sensitive, as a fellow unicorn she would know this, she must REALLY like me, or she's in heat.