I have absolutely no idea what had just happened to me.
Whatever I'd done must have affected everypony else because... there are no ponies.
"Twilight!" Rarity!
My dear friend Rarity runs up to me. She is a human also. What a relief! I'm not the only outcast.
"What's happened?! Why am I walking on my hind legs! And why do I look... simply gorgeous?"
I roll my eyes. Typical Rarity.
She has the most beautiful, short white strapless robe and at the lower right corner of it is a design that used to look like her cutie mark. Three diamonds. It goes perfectly with her, still purple, hair.
"I don't know. I was casting a spell and then this happened!"
I just noticed another thing. This wasn't Ponyville. I read a sign that says: New York City.
"New York? What's a New York?" Rarity questions me.
"I don't know. Maybe we can ask... her."
We saw a girl who was continuously tapping an electronic device with both her thumbs. Her dark brown hair is shining in the bright, blinding, sunlight.
"Excuse me, miss." Rarity says as we approach the young woman.
"Yeah?" She asks, her voice sounding like she's annoyed.
What have we done? All we did was ask her a question.
"Do toi know where we are?"
"Duh. You're in an awesome city called: New York City which is located in New York, USA."
"USA? That means, we're not in Equestria anymore!" I exclaim. Rarity just stares at the woman.
"Very well then. Thank toi for your time." Rarity shoos the girl away with her pale hand.
She awkwardly runs away from us.
RING!
Rarity and I jump at the sound of the tone.
"I-It's coming from your pocket!" My snooty friend screams.
Everypony -everyone- is staring at us. I blush in embarrassment and answer the device. I press a green button which probably means answer.
"Hello?"
"Twilight! What happened?! I was working on another Sonic Rainboom for the Wonderbolts, when my wings disappeared and I fell on a crowd. But the thing is, they weren't ponies!" arc en ciel Dash hyperventilates.
Someone really needs to catch up.
"Listen, arc en ciel Dash, calm down. We'll be right over!"
Somehow, Rarity and I managed to find arc en ciel Dash's apartment. It seems that everything having to do with magic has disappeared.
I knock three times on the mahogany door in front of us. The apartment number is 69.
arc en ciel Dash opens the door but like Rarity and I, she is no longer a pony. Only she looks like a 17 an old girl. She leans on the door.
The color of her haut, retour au début is like her arc en ciel mane that she once had. arc en ciel is wearing denim shorts and with her hair in a ponytail. Her shoes are very simple and athletic-like.
"Rainbow Dash! toi look... smashing!" Oh Rarity, toi and your creative compliments.
I have to say though, arc en ciel has never looked girlier in her life. Other than the time we went to attend the Grand Galloping Gala in Canterlot. Which was a disaster, if toi wondering.
"Uhh... thanks?"
Obviously, arc en ciel doesn't know what a compliment is.
"Renee, who's at the door?" I hear a male voice call from inside the apartment.
"Who's Renee?" I ask. I've never heard of such a name like that.
"It's, supposedly, my name." arc en ciel responds.
"Rather strange if toi ask me." Rarity snorts.
Rarity thinks every name is "odd" ou "strange" because she thinks her name is the best in the universe.
"Let's talk tomorrow at school." arc en ciel says and quickly slams the door in our face.
"School? What exactly does she mean par that?"
We grown up ponies don't go to school. Only when were fillies. But I guess humans have to go school any time.
Whatever I'd done must have affected everypony else because... there are no ponies.
"Twilight!" Rarity!
My dear friend Rarity runs up to me. She is a human also. What a relief! I'm not the only outcast.
"What's happened?! Why am I walking on my hind legs! And why do I look... simply gorgeous?"
I roll my eyes. Typical Rarity.
She has the most beautiful, short white strapless robe and at the lower right corner of it is a design that used to look like her cutie mark. Three diamonds. It goes perfectly with her, still purple, hair.
"I don't know. I was casting a spell and then this happened!"
I just noticed another thing. This wasn't Ponyville. I read a sign that says: New York City.
"New York? What's a New York?" Rarity questions me.
"I don't know. Maybe we can ask... her."
We saw a girl who was continuously tapping an electronic device with both her thumbs. Her dark brown hair is shining in the bright, blinding, sunlight.
"Excuse me, miss." Rarity says as we approach the young woman.
"Yeah?" She asks, her voice sounding like she's annoyed.
What have we done? All we did was ask her a question.
"Do toi know where we are?"
"Duh. You're in an awesome city called: New York City which is located in New York, USA."
"USA? That means, we're not in Equestria anymore!" I exclaim. Rarity just stares at the woman.
"Very well then. Thank toi for your time." Rarity shoos the girl away with her pale hand.
She awkwardly runs away from us.
RING!
Rarity and I jump at the sound of the tone.
"I-It's coming from your pocket!" My snooty friend screams.
Everypony -everyone- is staring at us. I blush in embarrassment and answer the device. I press a green button which probably means answer.
"Hello?"
"Twilight! What happened?! I was working on another Sonic Rainboom for the Wonderbolts, when my wings disappeared and I fell on a crowd. But the thing is, they weren't ponies!" arc en ciel Dash hyperventilates.
Someone really needs to catch up.
"Listen, arc en ciel Dash, calm down. We'll be right over!"
Somehow, Rarity and I managed to find arc en ciel Dash's apartment. It seems that everything having to do with magic has disappeared.
I knock three times on the mahogany door in front of us. The apartment number is 69.
arc en ciel Dash opens the door but like Rarity and I, she is no longer a pony. Only she looks like a 17 an old girl. She leans on the door.
The color of her haut, retour au début is like her arc en ciel mane that she once had. arc en ciel is wearing denim shorts and with her hair in a ponytail. Her shoes are very simple and athletic-like.
"Rainbow Dash! toi look... smashing!" Oh Rarity, toi and your creative compliments.
I have to say though, arc en ciel has never looked girlier in her life. Other than the time we went to attend the Grand Galloping Gala in Canterlot. Which was a disaster, if toi wondering.
"Uhh... thanks?"
Obviously, arc en ciel doesn't know what a compliment is.
"Renee, who's at the door?" I hear a male voice call from inside the apartment.
"Who's Renee?" I ask. I've never heard of such a name like that.
"It's, supposedly, my name." arc en ciel responds.
"Rather strange if toi ask me." Rarity snorts.
Rarity thinks every name is "odd" ou "strange" because she thinks her name is the best in the universe.
"Let's talk tomorrow at school." arc en ciel says and quickly slams the door in our face.
"School? What exactly does she mean par that?"
We grown up ponies don't go to school. Only when were fillies. But I guess humans have to go school any time.