AlaskanAnon in Equestria ch.1

>You are anonymous

>and damn, this is the worst snowstorm you've seen in years

>just your luck it hits in the middle of the night, during your commute home

>you flick on the high beams and turn up the radio

>you and your truck have weathered worse

>The old ford rumbles encouragingly as you cruise down the road

>Watching the snow swirl against the windshield, you're suddenly glad you fixed the heater

>You've got roughly a half hour to go until you get to your house

>and your bed calls to you like the sirens of yore called to dutiful Odyseus

 

 

>15 minutes pass, and the snowstorm worsens

>Lucky for you these roads are so seldom used

>Visibility goes down the shitter

>You wouldn't see another car in these conditions if it was 5' away

>The snow gradually piles higher and higher on the road

>The radio suddenly cuts out

>no slow fading, like what usually happens in these storms

>just BAM!  Static

>Whatever, probably a short somewhere, gotta get home

>As you soldier bravely on, the snowstorm lightens

>You can see the road again

>Little more now than a pair of ruts in the snow

>looking to your left, the trees still line the road

>wait a minute...

>those aren't pine trees

>They're deciduous

>And there's a hell of a lot more space betweeen them than the pine forests you remember

 

 

>Your internal debate is interrupted by a sudden looseness in the steering wheel

>Fuck, ice on the road

>You twist the steering wheel uselessly, then pound on the horn

>There's a curve coming up

>You stomp on the brakes to no effect

>and plow straight into a snowbank

>Just your bleeding luck, getting stuck in the middle of the worst snowstorm for years

>Oh well, this is no time for bitching

>You turn off the engine and hop out to assess the damage

>oddly, it doesn't seem as cold as it was when you set out

>The truck itself is relativley undamaged

>The bumper has a new scratch to add to its already formidable collection

>no, the real problem is the location

>your truck is up to its axles in snow

>not even the 4 Wheel Drive will get you out of this one

 

 

>Hang on a second

>You have a cellphone!

>you can call for help

>...Not without a signal, you can't

>Well shit

>Probably gonna have to spend the night in the truck

>You'll work on getting unstuck in the morning, when you can see

>Guess it's time to climb back in t-

>Is that a light in the distance?

>It must be a your lucky day!

>You begin trudging towards the light

>With any luck, it's a house

>With people that can lend you a bed for the night

>and give your truck a helping push in the morning

 

 

>Your breath frosts in the air as you tromp towards the light

>You can see it originates from some sort of building

>As you get closer, you see...

>A barn?

>Whatever

>That just means there has to be a farmhouse somewhere nearby

>Except this isn't just any barn

>It's just about the biggest damn barn you've ever seen

>And it has several smaller offshoots

>Anyway, the lights in the metabarn are on

>So hopefully there's someone there that can help

>You blow into your gloves and approach the nearest door

>WHich is actually kinda small...

>So you've found a colony of midgets

>Wonderful

>You dig deep into your pockets, and your fears are confirmed

>You used up your last fuck this morning, and have no more to give

>You're cold

>You're tired

>And you just want a meal and a warm bed to sleep in

>So without further ado you knock sharply on the door

>as sharply as one can knock with gloves, anyway

 

 

>You are Applebloom

>and life is going pretty good for you

>You got home from your hijinks with your friends Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle just before the storm hit

>and boy did it hit

>But that doesn't worry you

>You have your nice warm barn to keep you safe

>Granny Smith is off in Apploosa visiting relatives

>You're sitting down to dinner with the rest of your family when a knock on the door catches your ears

>"I got it!  I got it!" You shout as AppleJack and Big Mac start to rise

>They shrug and sit back down

>You run to the door

>Maybe your friends wanted a sleepover after all?

>Maybe it's Pinkie with the automated cheese grater!

>Maybe Rarity finished your scarf!

>Still musing at the possibilities, you open the door

>Standing before you is a big, black monster

>It is quite possibly one of the scariest things you have ever seen

>You stare at it

>It stares back at you

>Then it growls at you

>So you take the only rational course of action

 

 

>YOu are Anonymous

>and you're wondering how much slower midgets move than regular sized people

>because you've been standing here for awhile

>and nothing is happening

>You're about to turn around and tromp back to your truck when the door opens

>You peer inside and see...

>nothing?

>No

>Wait

>Before you stands quite possibly the most adorable thing you've ever seen

>It's a tiny horselike thing

>cream colored, with a red mane and a comically oversized bow

>It barely comes up to you knee

>As you watch, its eyes focus on you

>A look of horror slowly dawns on its face

>Oh shit

>Gotta fix this

>First impressions time!

>You clear your throat...

>It lets loose the highest pitched scream you've ever heard and slams the door in your face

>The scream gets quieter as whatever the thing was runs deeper into the barn

>The delicious, warm barn

>Goddamnit

>Well, you suppose you can't blame the little thing

>You do cut a fairly imposing figure in your cold weather gear

>Your face is completely obscured beneath the scarf and goggles

 

 

>You are AppleJack

>And whatever's at the door, Applebloom doesn't care for it

>As you watch, she comes screaming back through the archway

>You've seen her run before, but never with this speed

>She vaults over your back and hides behind you, trembling

>"M.. M... Muh- Muh -Muh" she stutters

>"Applebloom, what in tarnation has got you so scared?"

>"MONSTER!" she squeaks, pointing a hoof towards the door

>"T'aint no monsters around this time of year, they're all hibernatin'."

>"I know what I saw!  And I saw a monster!" insists Applebloom

>As if to prove her point, there comes another knock at the door

>"Monsters don't knock.  Come on Big Mac, let's go see to the gentlecolt outside"

 

 

>You are Anonymous

>and this standing around in the cold waiting buisness is getting really old

>the door opens again

>This time there's two

>One is orange, and wears a stetson

>Its mane and tail are blonde and bound with bands

>It stands a little bit above your waist

>The second one, behind it, is a deep red

>It definitely eats its wheaties

>And it stands around a head taller than the orange one

>They're both staring at you

>First impressions, take two!

Uh... Hello

>You offer

>They both visibly relax at the sound of your voice

>"Howdy!" says the orange one, with an audible southern inflection

>Wat

>Talking horse things

>If you had a fuck left to give, you would be flying through the sky right now on jets of WHY

>as it is, you simply explain your situation

>You point your thumb behind you

My truck is stuck in a snowbank, and I was wondering if I could stay the night, seeing as this is the only place around...

>"Oh, where are mah manners?  Come on in!"

 

 

>You have to crouch to get through the doorway

>but the ceiling is built high enough for you to stand up

>barely

>You immediately begin stripping off your cold weather gear

>off come the goggles, the scarf, the hat, the hood

>The gloves, outer jaket, boots, and snowpants

>That accomplished, you turn around and face your benificiaries

>They're both looking at you slackjawed

I'm Anonymous.  What's your name?

>They snap out of their reverie

>"Ah'm AppleJack, and that there is Big Macintosh" answers the orange one

Pleased to meet you, Miss AppleJack

>Her cheeks turn a rather rosy shade of red

>"Shucks, yall don't need to be so fancy."

>What did you just do?

>Moving on

And, uh, if you don't mind my asking...

WHAT are you?

>"We're p0nies, sugarcube"

>"Eeyup"

>Big Mac isn't much for words, apparently

>"Ah could ask the same of you" Says AppleJack

Well I'm a human

>"Can't say ah've ever heard of humans" muses AppleJack

>Figures

>Well, on to the issue at hand

I'd hate to impose, but like I said before I need a place to stay for the night.  I can pay you-

>"Yall can stay the night, but ah can't take yer bits" says AppleJack

>Bits?

>Dorothy, You ain't in Kansas anymore

>Deal with wierdness tomorrow.  Sleep tonight.

>"Now then, Anonymous, have ya had dinner yet?"

No...

>"Then yall can join us.  We were just sittin' down before ya came in"

 

 

>You follow AppleJack and Big Mac into a dining room

>Sitting at the table is the... filly?  From before

>At the sight of you, it darts under the table

>"Now Applebloom, hidin' under the table is no way to greet a guest!" scolds AppleJack

>"Why did you let that MONSTER in the house?" comes the reply

I'm not a monster

>"Y-yes you are!"

Look, I'm sorry if I scared you before.  I didn't mean to

>"Go away!"

>alright, time for some of the Anonymous family charm

>The filly peers at you from under the table

>Quick as lightning, you reach under and seize her, lifting her to your chest

>AppleJack and Big Mac gasp in shock

>Before they can do anything, you flip the filly over and tickle her

>Your hunch is rewarded with peals of laughter

>You blow a raspberry on her belly, and she laughs even harder

>You'd been wanting to do that since you saw her

>You set Applebloom down on her legs

See?  I'm not a monster

>You just picked up a filly, and you didn't hurt her at all

>Applebloom seems to realize this

>"Alright.  You're not a monster"

 

 

>Having placated the fears Applebloom, you sit down to dinner

>The p0nies somehow manage to grip the dishes with their hooves, but you've given up caring at this point

>Various preserved fruits and vegetables are served, along with several different grains

>No meat though

>Right, they're herbivores

>Eating your leafy greens never hurt you

>Most of the dishes are based on apples

>Noticing a pattern here?

>For the most part, the food is good.  Delicious in fact

>"So, Anonymous.  You said your, uh..."

My truck?

>"Yeah"

MY truck is stuck in a snowbank on the road

>"Uh..."

Yes AppleJack?

>"Whut exactly is a truck?"

>Oh shit son

>What have you gotten yourself into

>Fucking deal in the morning

>Too tired to care

It's... Y'know what, never mind.  I'll show you in the morning

>"Alright."

>A few more minutes and a serving of apple fritters pass before AppleJack makes another attempt at conversation

>"If ya don't mind my asking, where are ya'll from?  I haven't seen anyp0ny like you before"

I'm from a place called Alaska

>"Alahwhut now?"

In the United States?

>"Not ringin' any bells"

>Goddamn are you fucked

Where exactly am I, then?

>"Why you're in sweet apple acres, on the outskirts of P0nyville"

>P0nyville

>P0NYVILLE

>WHAT THE

>too tired to care

And the country I'm in?

>AppleJack looks at you like you've grown an arm out of your forehead

>"Equestria, sugarcube"

>So you are in a completely new country

>Hell, probably a new planet

>All a problem for tomorrow

>Tonight you sleep like a god

 

 

>After dinner, you help clear the dishes

>AppleJack objects, but it's the least you can do

>She shows you where the bathroom is, and you make use of it

>Toilet's just a porclain hole in the floor, but you manage

>you wash your hands and head back to the dining room, where you find AppleJack waiting for you

>"Alright Anonymous, time for bed.  I'll show you where ya can sleep tonight"

>She pulls a pillow and a blanket out of a closet in the hallway

That's alright, I can use my jacket

>"But ya'll-

Oh hush.  I don't want to be any more trouble than already am, and your blankets are a bit small for me anyway

>She seems to bow to the face of reason, and leads you into what appears to be a living room

>She sets the pillow on the couch

>Which, surprisingly, is long enough for you to lay down on comfortably

>"Yall can sleep on the couch tonight.  Ah apologize, it's all that's open"

Thank you AppleJack.  I appreciate it

>"Shucks, t'aint no trouble"

>AppleJack leaves as you set down on the couch

>"G'night, Anonymous"

 

 

>You remove your holster and set it on the end table

>Out come the wallet, keys, change, knife, the usual pocket stuff

>finally, you pull your glasses off and place those on the end table

>Wait a minute

>Are they still there?

>You rummage through your jacket pockets

>They have to be

>You remember grabbing them this morning, clear as day

>Yes!

>Time for dessert!

>You triumphantly pull a box of Mike and Ikes out of your jacket

>As you pop a few in your mouth, you notice a pair of red eyes watching you from the doorway

YOu can come in if you like

>They jump at the sound of your voice, then resolve themselves into Applebloom

>She walks across the living room towards you, but stops halfway

>Oh, this won't do

>This won't do at all

>If you're gonna spend the night in this place, you can't have one of the occupants terrified by your presence

>"What are those?"

They're Mike and Ikes.  Want some?

>You hold out a few in your hand

>She approaches cautiously

>taking them in her mouth, she darts back to her original position

>Her eyes widen when the flavor hits

Tasty, aren't they?

>She looks down at the floor and blushes

Hey

>She looks up

C'mere

>You pat the couch next to you

>she hesitantly approaches, then joins you on the couch

>you put the mike and ikes back in your jacket

>These might be the last mike and ikes you get to eat for awhile

>bettter make them last

>"I'm sorry for calling you a monster before"

Hey, it's alright.  I can be pretty scary sometimes

>She chuckles a bit

Say, have you ever heard the story of Thagmarr the Barbarian?

>She shakes her head

Would you like to?

>"Sure!  The stories 'round here are all the same"

Well, the beginning finds Brave Thagmarr entering a small town, in search of a tavern...

 

 

...And that's how Thagmarr and Urist got to Vallhalla

>Applebloom was a good story listener

>She gasped at all the right moments

>and kept rapt attention the whole way through

>"I've never heard a story like that before" she muses sleepily

I think it's time for bed

>"Awwwww" she complains

For both of us

>"okay..."

>and with that she falls asleep on the couch next to you

>D'awwwwww

>You pick her up and carry her down the hallway

>There's a door with a green apple on it

>A door with three red apples on it

>A door with a pie on it

>and a door with a large red bow

>That's your door

>You quietly open the door and step through

>Into an intensely colorful room

>You set Applebloom down on the bed and cover her with the sheets

Goodnight

>you whisper as you slowly close the door

>And with that, you retire to your couch for the night

 

 

>You are dragged from sleep by a familiar sound

>Applebloom screaming

>wat

>Why is she screaming

>you open your eyes

>You aren't at the door, why is-

>You train of thought is interrupted as Applebloom runs through your field of vision

>Not two seconds behind her is some kind of...

>Wolf?

>that's a fucking oddly colored wolf

>But that's not important

>What is important is that it is threatening one of your hosts

>YOu sieze your pistol from its holster, flick the safety off and leap up from the couch

>The wolf has Applebloom cornered now, and is advancing slowly, growling

>It is rudely interrupted by your tackle

>That's definitely going to bruise later

>It feels like you tackled a log

>but your tackle serves its purpose

>The wolf is now on the floor, and you're on top of it

>It snarls and snaps at you, but now you've got your knees on it

>Before it can throw you off, you force its head to the ground with your free arm

> you place your pistol at its temple and fire three shots

 

 

>The report is deafening inside the small room

>The wolf instantly goes limp

>And starts bleeding on the floor

>It's bleeding...

>Sap?

>What the hell?

>you get up and examine the wolf more closely

>It's made of wood

>That explains the strange fur patterns

>Whatever

>Wood or not, othing takes 3 .45 slugs to the face and walks away whistling

>You look at your pistol

>The M1911 had been your father's

>He passed it on to you when he died

>You carry it every day in his memory

>It had saved him from countless enemy soldiers and more than a few muggers

>And now it had saved one of the few friends you had in this strange new land

>You flick the safety back on and put it back on the end table, then turn around

>Applebloom is still in the corner the wolf chased her to

>She is crying

>You walk over and pick her up

>You wrap your arms around her in what you hope is a comforting hug

>You are surprised to feel her hooves wrap around your chest

>She sobs into your shoulder as you slide down the corner and sit on the floor

>A pair of thumps come from down the hall

>A few moments later, AppleJack and Big Mac appear in the archway

 

 

>"I - We heard - and - Whut in tarnation..."

Uh...

Good morning?

>AppleJack sits down on the floor, taking the living room scene in

>"Whut exactly happened here?"

Applebloom here came screaming into the living room, with that... thing... on her tail

I stopped it

>There isn't anything more to say

>By now, Applebloom has stopped crying

>She still hiccups occasionally

>AppleJack crosses the living room and sits next to you

>Gleaning her intentions, you slowly release the filly from your grip

>She lets go of you, and you set her down on the ground in front of both of you

>"Sweetie, why was that timber wolf chasing you?"

>Timber wolf

>Ha ha

>You'll have to remember to laugh at that one later

>Applebloom sniffs

>"I-it jumped through my window this morning.  I was lucky I was awake"

>You reach over and ruffle her mane

Well, it's not going to be jumping through anyone's window anytime soon

>And with that, you get up and start putting your boots on

>Then you put on your glasses and holster

>You pick up your spent brass and put it in your pocket

>The three p0nies watch as you heft the corpse of the timber wolf over your shoulder

Where do you want this, then?

>"Yall can just set it outside the front door"

>You carry the wolf to the front door

>Opening it, you give it a good heave

>It lands in the snow a few feet out of the way

 

 

>You and Big Mac sit down to enjoy a breakfast of steaming hot flapjacks you cooked yourself

>AppleJack is tending to her sister in another room

>The silence between the two of you is palpable

>You're on your second pancake when Big Mac clears his throat

>"Anonymous..."

>You look up

>"Thank you"

For what?

>"For saving my sister"

I just did what anybody would have done

>"If you hadn't been there-"

But I was

>You look him straight in the eyes

And that's all that matters

>He nods and goes back to his pancakes

 

 

>After breakfast, you find yourself standing in front of the barn with Big Mac, AppleJack and Applebloom

>They have boots and scarves

>You have most of your gear on, minus the scarf and goggles

>And your coat is open

>It's warmer here than back home

>"Hey Anonymous"

>It's AppleJack this time

>"How did yall kill that timber wolf?  And what were those booming noises?"

I shot it with my pistol

>"yer whut?"

>You sigh and draw your pistol

I believe a demonstration is in order.  Applebloom, could you please go get me an orange?

>Applebloom looks confused, but honors your request

>You take the orange from her and throw it out into the snow

You may want to cover your ears

>When they oblige, you draw a bead on the orange

>The shot rings out across the orchard, and they all flinch

>The orange is gone

>All that remains is an orange colored stain in the snow

>"By Celestia's mane..." you hear AppleJack mutter

>You exchange the magazine for a fresh one

>Now you're down to two full mags and one with three shots left

>you pick up the single spent cartridge

 

 

So this place is called Equestria, right?

>"Eeyup"

And we're on the outskirts of... P0nyville

>"Eeyup"

>"You're not from around here, are ya"

>This from AppleJack

No AppleJack, I don't think I am

>"Ah've got a friend that might be able to help ya"

>"And she'd be mighty interested in that pistol of yours"

>At this point, you'll take any help you can get to figure out exactly where the fuck you are

Alright.

>"We'll just head into P0nyville then. Come on!"

Not yet

>AppleJack cocks her head at you

>"Why not?"

I gotta go dig my truck out first

>"Oh.  Right.  Your truck."

You can come if you like

>And with that, you turn around and head towards where your truck is stuck

>The p0nies follow you, having nothing better to do

 

 

>Finally, a stroke of luck

>The truck's not buried nearly as bad as you thought it was

>You reach into the bed and pull out a shovel

>And start digging out around the wheels

>The p0nies watch all this in bemused silence

>Pretty soon, you're ready

>You put the shovel back in the truckbed and climb inside the cab

>When you turn the key, the truck roars to life, then settles into a vigourous idle

>You're glad you filled up both tanks before you left work

>Welp, moment of truth

>Popping the truck into four wheel drive, you stomp on the gas

>The truck lurches backward, then skids out onto the road

>Success!

>Turning the key off, you step out

>"That's... quite the truck you have there" says AppleJack

P0nyvile's that way, right?

>You ask pointing down the road

>"Yeah..."

>you grin

Care for a ride?

>"Ah don't see why not..."

>You open the passenger door

Hop in

 

 

>Normally you can't fit three people plus you in the cab of your truck

>But these aren't people

>They're p0nies

>And as such, are somewhat smaller than people

>So they fit inside

>The seat is a bit akward for them

>But they manage

>You climb inside the driver side door and find yourself sitting next to Applebloom

Are you ready?

>"Yes!" she squeaks

>The adorable is strong with this one

>You jam the truck in gear and start off down the road

>As you pick up speed, you notice each of the p0nies react differently

>Big Mac widens his eyes until they're practically popping out of his head, but he doesn't make any noise

>AppleJack looks thoughtful

>"Do these side windows open?" she asks

>In resp0nse, you press down on the window control and lower the window

>She immediately sticks her head out

>"So this is what it's like for Rainbow..." You hear her mutter

>Applebloom merely smiles from ear to ear

Having fun?

>"Yeah!"

 

 

>Soon enough, you find yourself approaching the outskirts of what appears to be a village

>The houses are colorful and covered in snow

>And they're houses

>As you begin to slow down, you see...

>A rainbow approaching your truck

>It resolves itself into a cyan colored p0ny with wings and a rainbow colored mane

>And did you mention the wings?

>Flying fucking p0nies

>Now you've seen everything

>It flies towards you

>SMACK

>And straight into your windshield

>it looks like it was trying to land on your hood, but miscalculated

>At those speeds, your windshield should be little bits in your cab right now

>Instead, the cyan p0ny has its face comically smooshed up against the glass

>Fucking p0ny physics

>how do they work?

>You immediately stop the truck

>Applebloom and AppleJack are both having conniptions

>You didn't know anything could laugh that hard

>Big Mac merely blinks

>You jump out of the the truck and pry the cyan p0ny off your windshield

>dusting it off, you set it down on its hooves

>AppleJack jumps out of the truck

>"Why, howdy there Rainbow" she giggles

You know this... p0ny?

>"Of course ah do"

>"That there is Rainbow Dash, one of mah best friends and the fastest pegasus in P0nyville"

>Pegasus

>So that's what they're called

>You turn to the pegasus and extend your hand

Pleased to meet you, Miss Dash

>Her eyes are making concentric circles in their sockets

>"I'm... honored..." She manages before falling over

>AppleJack soon joins her on the ground, howling with laughter

>You walk over and open the passenger side door

>Big Mac jumps out with the fury of a thousand NOPEs

>He runs off towards town saying something about a cheese grater

>Guess he didn't care much for going fast

>You load Rainbow and AppleJack back into the cab, and drive onwards towards P0nyville

 

 

>You enter P0nyville

>The place almost hurts to look at, it's so colorful

>There's a carousel shaped building, one shaped like a giant cupcake, and a large auditorium

>And the place is filled with p0nies

>Who are surprisingly quick to get out of the way of your truck

>They all freeze as you drive past, and stare at you

>Then they resume their buisness once you're gone

>AppleJack eventually recovers enough to direct you to her friend's house

>Which is a tree

>Nope

>You're not surprised

>Not at all

>Not even one litt-

>Oh what the fuck

>It's a treehouse

>You shut off the engine and hop out of your truck

>Then you go to the passenger door and open it

>Rainbow Dash is still out of it

>And you can't just leave her in your truck

>So you grab her and let AppleJack and Applebloom hop out of the truck

>You're sure AppleJack's friend won't mind you bringing her in

>Applebloom runs off down the street, shouting "Thanks for the ride!" as she goes

>You turn to the door on the tree house and knock, still carrying Rainbow

>You quickly snatch your fist away as it is enveloped in a glowing purple aura

>It slowly opens inward, to reveal...

>A purple unicorn with an even deeper purple mane shot through with a single pink stripe

>Remember when you said you'd seen everything?

>You were wrong

>Now you've seen everything

>Fucking magical p0ny land

>Literally

>The thing's horn is still glowing with the purple aura

 

 

>You watch as the unicorn's eyes slowly widen to the size of dinner plates

>"OHMYGOSHHIHOWAREYOUIHAVESOMANYQUESTIONSWHATISYOURSPECIESWHEREDOYOUCOMEFROMWHYAREYOUSOTALLWHATSYOURNAMEWHATARETHOSETHINGSCALLEDWHAT'STHATYOU'RWEARINGDOYOULIKEPIEHOWTALLAREYOUNICETOMEETYOU!"

>You take a step back under the verbal assault

>as it pauses to draw breath, AppleJack appears from behind you

>"That's Twilight Sparkle"

Is she always like this?

>"Only when there's something new to study"

Ah.  A mare after my own heart

>You can't believe you just said that

>Twilight seems to realize her folly and stops spouting questions

>She looks at you sheepishly

>You give an encouraging nod

>"As AppleJack said, My name is Twilight Sparkle.  I am P0nyville's resident librarian.  What's your name?"

I am Anonymous.  Pleased to meet you, miss Sparkle.

>She blushes

>"You can call me Twilight."

>"Anonymous here needs your help, Twilight" says AppleJack

Indeed.  I seem to be lost

>"Well, come on in then!" says Twilight, turning to free up the door

>You lock your truck and head inside

 

 

>The place is wall to wall books

>YOu haven't seen this many books since, well...

>Ever

>And that's saying something

>You set Rainbow down on a couch.  She's beginning to come around

>You then strip off your cold weather gear

>"What happened to her, anyway?" asks Twilight

She had a rather... shocking encounter with my windshield

>"Oh, is that part of your thing outside?  How does it move?  Is it-"

>"Twilight" Warns AppleJack

>"Right.  Sorry.  It's just that I've never seen anything like you before!"

>"You are a completely new species! There's just so much to learn!"

I understand completely.  I am more than willing to answer all of your questions

>AppleJack facehoofs

However, I would like to see a map of the region first

>Twilight turns to a door

>"SPIIIIIKE!" she yells

>Out of the door appears...

>A tiny purple and green lizard thing

>Bipedal, like you, and about the size of Applebloom

>It rubs its eyes

>"What, what-"

>Then it notices you

Sup

>It whips around and runs back through the door, slamming it

 

 

>"Oh, for the love of Celestia..." mutters Twilight

It's alright.  I tend to have that effect on children around here

>You say, glancing at AppleJack

>Twilight turns and levitates a large scroll out of its cubbyhole

>You snatch it out of the air and spread it out on the table

>In front of you is a gorgeous ha-err, hoof drawn map

>P0nyville has a large red arrow indicating it

>Nearby is the Everfree Forest

>Other cities of note include Canterlot, Fillydelphia, Apploosa (and the mild west region), Stalliongrad, and Manehatten

>You'd like to meet whoever came up with these names

>So you can punch them

>At the top of the map "Equestria" is written in flowery script

>This place looks nothing like Alaska at all

>You sit back, your worst fears finally confirmed

>You'd been able to hold onto a tiny sliver of hope up until this point that you were on the same planet

>But this map proved it to you beyond all doubt

>This is a completely new world

>And you might not be going home

>Still, there are worse places to be stuck, you suppose

>And these things can do magic

>Maybe they can send you home