Day -1

Day -1

>just get home from work.

>open a beer

>look at clock

8:15am

>fucking third shift

>fiancée has left to go assist managing an ice cream shop.

>take a sleeping pill to fight the sunlight.

>may as well >post ponies.  

 

Day 1

I have groggily awoken, not unusual from normal, sleeping pills and going against a normal circadian clock. What is unusual is that I cannot feel the sheets of the bed, see the ceiling, hear my fiancé's cat, nor smell his shit box.

I appear to have woken up in a completely foreign place.

 

I, out of habit, grope for my glasses from where the side table should have been, they still are on the ground near me. At least I won't be blind for the rest of this adventure. Except I haven't had my eyes checked in 2 years, and the 5 months I spent rigging semi-truck trailers with electric lines scratched them up to hell.

 

And holding my glasses is a hand with no fingers, a surprising amount of arm hair, and capped with a hoof. A look around the courtyard of this strange place, which had an eerie familiarity to it, to find myself a stallion with a white coat and an espresso mane. I desperately looked around trying to find my fiancée, not that I would have immediately recognized her if she had also changed into a horse. Well not a horse, more like a...

 

This was Canterlot, I am now a pony, and I am amid a sea of fully grown blank flanks.

 

The crowd seemed to be getting partitioned into three groups, a rush, haphazard census being conducted among the crowd.

 

I stand from where I had been laying on the ground, overhearing some information from all directions. The most pertinent being that this crowd is being sent by train to a new settlement. That every pony here had once been a person who posted on /mlp/, perhaps even those that posted solely troll. Lastly, the settlement was called 4Cannon.

 

My fiancée had never posted on /mlp/.