My Little Pony: Pony From Another World (Pg-13ish), Demitri is from earth, but a magic spell turns his world upside down&# Options

[Ranma]

Okay, I know I haven't been on the site much, but I've been super busy. I was killing some stress off today and decided to write a quick fanfiction. I wasn't going to tell you what story this was a fanfic to, but if I didn't a lot of you probably wouldn't make it to the end of the first chapter...
Anyway, the story is about a human named Demitri. He's a pretty mean human because he never learned to connect with anyone. But due to some odd events, he gets transported to Ponyville where he turns into a pony runs into the MLP crew.
Now, I'm going to warn you. This chapter is pretty dark and doesn't paint a pretty picture of the main character. This story is about acceptance and growth. If anyone likes it let me know and I'll keep writing it. In typical fanfic fashion I'll probably pair him up with one of the MLP cast members for fun... bot probably not one Anyone would expect.

On a side note: I still have huge plans for dreamer, and I'm still writing it. I just did this real quick to kill some stress.
Also, I have yet to go over this chapter... It's a draft, so any errors I make, feel free to point them out. I'll fix 'em.
Again, if you like the story LET ME KNOW. You don't have to gush or anything, just say "Yeah, I'd like to see another chapter." If just one or two people say that I'll keep writing. I kind of have an idea where I want this story to go... So, Without further ado, here's the first chapter.

Chapter 1: Demitri

Demitri was a hard working young man. To be quite honest, hard working is a bit of an understatement. He attended college as a law major and worked full time to pay his way. He came from a poor family and was determined to do everything on his own and not burden his relatives. Since he worked a small office job as an intern, he usually wore suits everywhere he went. Well, he wore one suit and took extremely good care of it. He only had the one. Anyone that saw him would most likely assume that he was the perfect model in which all young men should strive to become. He had excellent grades, decent looks, and he was hard working after all. On the other hand, he was completely antisocial and many would call his personality twisted and corrupt.

"Come on guys, do you really want to make this bet?" Demitri asked in the most confident and arrogant tone the he could muster. He casually ran his fingers through his brown, shortcut, business professional hair.

"Of course," a young man of similar age scoffed as he adjusted his glasses and sat down in front of Demitri in a rather cushiony chair surrounded by a large, but less than athletic looking crowd. The only object that rested between them was a rather expensive looking chess set. "Are you sure that 'you' want to make this bet? Having never played this game before you'll be at quite the disadvantage."

"I know the rules," Demitri grinned. "The horse is called a knight and it moves in an 'L' shape, the castle is a rook; blah blah blah."

"But so much money is on the line, and I'm captain of the chess club..."

"You go first," Demitri said in a hurry to cut him off. "Seriously, I don't mind. If you take any longer I'll be late for my next class."

"Fine," the chess captain smiled. "Demitri, it's about time someone knocked you down a few pegs."

Demitri smiled in return and gestured with his left hand towards the board to get the game going. Demitri's opponent took hold of the pawn in front of the knight closest to the king and moved it up two spaces. In retaliation, Demitri immediately took hold of the pawn in front of his king and moved it up one space.

"You aren't taking time to think," the young man said with a furrowed brow.

"I did think," Demitri explained. "I decided where to move when you were thinking about making your move."

"Ha! With hasty judgments like that, this game will be over in less than a minute!"

"You tell him, Steve!" another young man to the left of the chess club captain yelled. Loud cheers erupted from within the room.

"Silence, let me think!" Steve yelled.

"Seriously? Just make your move," Demitri chuckled. "I've already won!"

"Shut up," Steve stuttered. "You may like to make your moves based on hasty judgments, but I do not!"

After what seemed like centuries to Demitri, Steve finally grabbed hold of the pawn in front of the bishop closest to his king and moved it up two spaces next to the previously moved pawn. With a haughty grin he glared at Demitri and mouthed the words 'your move.'

"That's your move?" Demitri asked.

"Uh-huh, yeah. Wat'cha gonna do 'bout it," Steve taunted as he waved his hands in what Demitri assumed was supposed to be a threatening manner, in front of him.

"Okay..." Demitri sighed as he moved his queen, made mobile by his previous move, out from hiding and down as far diagonal as the board would allow. That move put his opponent's king in - "Checkmate."

"Wait... what?!" Steve yelled in confusion. "How? You've never played this game before! You were lying!"

"No. I didn't lie to anyone. I never had any friends that would play the game with me. I used to watch people play it a lot though, so I kind of picked it up," Demitri explained. After waiting a few moments to let what he had said to sink in, Demitri held out his hand to receive the winnings for the match. "Now, if you don't mind..."

"I'm not paying it," Steve said, quietly, in almost a whisper.

"What? I didn't hear you."

"I'm not paying it," Steve yelled.

"Well, I'm disappointed in you Steve! We had a deal. A deal that I took the liberty of recording," Demitri taunted as he pulled a tape recorder from his pocket. "So, yeah, I don't mind if you go back on your wager, it would just be a shame if your reputation took a huuuuuuge nose dive after this."

"Gambling on school grounds is prohibited and is a punishable offense," Steve stammered. "You'll be punished too if you show that to anybody."

"I don't care," Demitri sneered. "I'm just some poor kid that nobody's ever heard of. You, on the other hand, wasn't your father trying to run for senator or governor, or some other ridiculously important position like that?"

"That's blackmail!" Steve cried.

"No it isn't, I'm just saying that you have a bit more to think about. I'm turning this thing in and I'll face my punishment too," Demitri said as he stood up from the table. "You won't go down alone."

"NO!" Steve yelled. "I-I'm sorry. C'mon guys, lets pay him."

"Are you sure, I think if we just thought about this for a second..." One of Steve's underlings tried to reason.

"No! Pay him!"

"Dude, are you crying?" The underling asked in shock.

"Just... just pay him."

The club treasurer sighed as he handed Demitri a wad of bills. "I hope your happy," he moaned. "That's all the money we had left in the club treasury."

"Then you shouldn't have bet it so easily," Demitri chided. "Especially when you were betting against me! HA!"

Demitri laughed as he made his exit from the room and left the chess club members behind him. A loud, collective, exhale echoed throughout the room and the air seemed to warm up a bit after Demitri had left the building. Steve stared at the chess table with a blank gaze as he realized that if he had taken his opponent seriously he would be the one gloating and Demitri would be the one out five hundred dollars. He was trying to raise more money for his club so that they could all enter an out of state tournament together. But that was impossible now.

"I really hate that guy!" a young woman in the back of the room yelled.

"Yeah, we all do." Steve sighed. "He's a jerk, he's arrogant, he thinks he's better than everyone else, he's intelligent, has style, is good looking..."

"I think you're getting off track Steve!" his friend from earlier interrupted. "And though I agree his much better looking than you, I'd say he's average at best!"

"You two are weird," the girl from the corner said with no attempt to hide her cutting words. "Why don't you do something about him? Just pay someone to beat him up or something! Those nerdy guys always have glass jaws!"

"Judo club already tried that," Steve said in a deadpan voice. "It was another bet. Demitri said that he could take on three of their best by himself."

"There's no way he could take on three guys by himself!" The girl yelled while flailing her arms.

"Nah, Naomi, it happened," Steve's friend said. "I was totally there. Demitri barely even threw a punch! It turns out those judo guys are used to fighting one on one. Demitri got them to trip all over each other, they didn't stand a chance!"

"Then get one BIG guy to do the job," Naomi suggested.

"After their loss, they paid some bouncer from that bar across the street to rough him up." Steve sighed. Sighing was a bad habit of Steve's.

"And what happened?"

"Demitri isn't above fighting dirty... apparently he poked the guy's eyes out and then knocked him out with a nearby rock. That's what I heard. The bouncer's story was that Demitri had five guys jump out of an alley and beat him up, but..."

"Yeah, I get the point..." Naomi waved off the rest of Steve's explanation. "He's untouchable. He really is as good as he says he is. Wait..."

"What? If you have any idea's I'm open to anything," Steve moaned.

"Even... magic?"

"Pass."

"No, seriously, those occult club guys are always looking for people to curse and try their bizarre stuff on. I heard they sacrificed chickens and stuff."

"And you want to talk to these guys... why?" Steve's friend asked.

"John, what do we have to lose?"

"Our pride!" John exclaimed.

"You live in your mother's basement, are you for real right now?" Naomi teased.

"Occult guys it is then," Steve sighed, once more.

"Are you serious, dude?" John asked. "Those occult guys give me the creeps!"

"I don't see why not. What's the worst that could happen?"
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Demitri walked home as he did every day. He didn't really have any more classes left that day. That was just a little white lie he told to get the chess club geeks to hurry up. They took forever to do anything, and Demitri figured that if he got them agitated enough that Steve would slip up and begin to make stupid mistakes. He never in a million years expected the game to be over in two moves though, "Man I'm good!" Demitri shouted in victory. He laughed a bit but his face quickly went from joy to a blank, emotionless expression.

Demitri was about five feet ten inches tall, had short brown hair, and a somewhat muscular build. Demitri believed in challenging himself and worked out often to keep his body in shape. He was a bit of a nerd, and he valued his intellect and strategic mind more than anything else in the world. He had no friends. Some part due to his family issues and father's military background that kept him moving, but mostly because of his personality. His parents never praised him much as a kid, so he started to gloat to build his own self-esteem. No one likes a gloater.

In truth, Demitri did try to make friends, but he really was quite talented in many fields, and people tend to resent people with gifts far greater than their own. Due to constant bullying Demitri learned how to fight and due to his competitive nature he threw himself into everything; sports, academics, origami. Even if an event wasn't supposed to have a winner, he would try to find a way to win and be better than everyone else. He wasn't evil or anything, but he was definitely hated.

Demitri searched his pockets, retrieved a single key without a key chain, and placed it into the door. With a simple turn of the key Demitri swung open the door to his apartment and wasted no time in entering. He undid his necktie and took off his suit jacket. He hung them both up nicely and sat down heavily in a recliner in the corner of the living room. He had a nice television set, but he didn't use it much.

"Well, that almost covers next month's rent," he said to himself as he tossed the wad of bills to the table beside him and drifted off to sleep.
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In Demitri's dream, he hovered in a black void. He was alone, but he always had company. In front of him floated two balls of light; one of which was so bright it was almost blinding, and the other gave off a purple glow similar to a black light.

"You shouldn't have done that Demitri," The white ball chided him. "That was wrong."

"I don't know what your problem is. Demitri didn't qualify for any loans, he's paying for his tuition out of pocket! If a few idiots can't beat him at a game of chess then that's their fault," the black light responded.

"You know the cartoon with the guy, and when he's faced with a moral dilemma he has an angel and a devil pop up on his shoulder?" Demitri asked the balls of light in front of him.

"Yes," they answered in unison.

"You guys are totally like that."

"... Yeah, we figured as much, but hey, we're figments of your imagination buddy," Whitey, the black ball, commented.

"... and what's with our names, they're confusing," Blackey, the white ball, complained.

"I'm the only one that sees you guys, so I can name you whatever I want," Demitri said with feigned annoyance.

"You need to make real friends," Blackey chided Demitri.

"I don't need friends. They just betray me in the end. Either they leave me or they were just using me from the beginning. You guys'll probably do the same eventually," Demitri nodded to himself.

"That would be really funny," Whitey laughed. "I mean, we only show up in your dreams. Anyway, I agree with you. You don't need friends. They weigh you down, and you can get so much more accomplished on your own. Here's what you have to do. Bide your time, become President of the United States of America, and then prove your power to the other countries by nuking Canada!"

"But America is on the same continent as Canada, you idiot," Blackey yelled.

"Okay, enslave Canada then."

"What is with your strange infatuation with Canada?" Demitri asked.

"I was bit by a Canadian once."

"You're an idiot," Blackey groaned.

"Well, that makes Demitri an idiot too."

"Guys," Demitri tried to break the two spheres of disembodied light up for a bit. " Can we stay on topic here?"

"Yes, I'll begin... Demitri, you need to be nicer," Blackey said with a cough of his nonexistent throat. "You have nothing but enemies right now. You need to make friends."
"And I still say that Demitri is better off without them," Whitey argued. "They weigh him down, and they always complain about their problems. No one wants to hear that! If their grandma is dying, they need to keep that to themselves. That's just depressing."

"Do you really think that way Demitri?" Blackey asked.

"He said it not me!"

"But he's the ball of light in this dream that represents your evil dark side!"

"Wait... what?" Demitri asked, a bit startled, "I don't have an evil dark side!"

"Ha! That's what they all say!" Whitey exclaimed.

*Ring*

"Will you please shut up! I'm trying to steer Demitri down the path of righteousness!" The white ball of good bellowed.

*Ring*

"And I'm trying to steer him down the path of awesome!"

*Ring*

"Will you two shut up, I can't even hear myself dream anymore!" Demitri yelled.

"THEN ANSWER THE FREAKING PHONE!!!" The two balls of light yelled in unison. They always seemed to have the same pet peeves.
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Demitri snapped awake and quickly answered his phone. No one ever called him so it must be something important. "H-*cough* hello?"

"Demitri? Did I wake you up?" A familiar voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Vanessa?" Demitri asked. She was someone that he found tolerable at work. They shared quite a few classes too.

"The one and only!"

"How'd you get this number?"

"Work , silly!" Vanessa laughed in a cutesy voice. "Hey, Demitri, can you do me a huge favor?"

"That depends on the favor," Demitri replied. He would never do anything that wouldn't benefit him. "What is it?"

"Could you cover my shift tonight? My grandmother just died and I just can't imagine working right now. Please! Pretty pretty please?"

'Funny, she doesn't sound like her grandmother just passed away... and I'm pretty sure people close to their grandparents don't say they DIED so casually... and my dream lights were just talking about dead grand parents... this smells fishy...' Demitri thought to himself, but of course he answered, "Sure, I could use the money."

"Great! Thank a bunch! I owe you one!"

"When does your shift start?" Demitri asked.

"Just be there around seven-ish...No! Seven Thirty... on the dot!"

"Uh, sure," Demitri grimaced. That was a loud 'no' she threw in there. "I'll be there."

*Click* went the phone on the other end. Demitri sighed a bit as he regrettably left his chair, retied his necktie, and donned his suit jacket. "If I start walking now, I should make it on time."
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Demitri was on his way to work when he saw Vanessa waving him down the road. He raised an eyebrow at this odd turn of events. He never expected the girl who was too distraught over her grandmother's passing to go to work, to meet him on his way to cover her own shift.

"Hey, Demitri!" Vanessa called him.

"Hey, you don't seem to be too horribly distraught over your grandmother's death..." Demitri said with a calm scrutiny.

"Oh, what a horrible thing to say!" Vanessa said with mock hurt feelings. "No seriously, I just made that up to get you out of the house."

"Why?"

"Well, um, why don't you follow me into this alley and I'll tell you," Vanessa said as she gestured, oh so elegantly, to the dark foreboding alleyway that Demitri had probably passed over a thousand times on his way to work and never noticed.

"Yeah, how about no."

"No, I'm seriously serious right now!" Vanessa cried.

"So am I," Demitri said quite calmly. "I have a strict 'no following girls into dark alleyways' policy."

"No, it's not for anything weird! I, um... just, uhhhhhh, wanna make out!"

"No."

"What?! Why not?!"

"Because I don't exactly trust you, and well, I'm not all that attracted to you either," Demitri answered honestly.

"How rude! I'm hot!" Vanessa nearly cried.

"I'm sure many guys think so, but my opinions hold."

"This is why nobody likes you!" Vanessa lashed out. "You're such a jerk!"

"Yeah, I get that a lo-OW!" Demitri was cut off by a loud, clonking, noise as a crowbar smacked him in the back of his head and forced him into the realm of unconsciousness.

"O-M-G! What did you just do?!" Vanessa yelled.

"He wasn't going into the alley!" Steve yelled back, crowbar in hand.

"We were supposed to curse him! Not kill him!"

"He isn't dead! Help me drag him to that weird circle thing your brother drew!"

"This is the last time I do my kid brother any favors! I barely knew this Demitri guy! Don't get me wrong, I hated his guts for passing me up on the promotion ladder at work, but I didn't want to murder the guy!"

"Weren't you two interns?" Steve asked as he grabbed onto Demitri's arms. "Get his feet."

"Yeah, but we are THIS close to getting hired on full time. All the other interns are getting canned, "Vanessa explained as she grabbed Demitri's legs and helped Steve drag him into the alley.

"What did you guys do?!" A young man in a dark cloak asked in pure unadulterated shock.

"Steve killed Demitri," Vanessa answered.

"I did not!" Steve hissed.

"Good, we're just trying to banish him to the demon realm, not kill him." The cloaked man nodded.

"Wait... that doesn't sound right," Steve muttered. "Banish to the demon realm?"

"Yeah, I figured this would be cooler than cursing him with bad luck and unwanted back hair," The cloaked figure explained. "Anyway, get him into the circle."

There, in the alleyway, stood about five other cloaked college students. They gathered around a circle with some sort of design in the center of it. In all honesty, it looked like someone drew it using a kaleidosketch or some sort of messed up stencil. Regardless, Demitri was in an extremely dangerous situation.

"What is that thing?" Vanessa asked.

"A Pentagram."

"It has, like, fifteen points on it. Don't pentagrams have five?"

"More points means more power."

"Ted, I don't think that's how it works..."

"HEY! Are you a level twelve sorcerer with a plus five staff of penetration?" Ted asked.

"Um... no?"

"No. You're not. So don't go telling us how to draw our magic symbols... racist."

"Wait... what? That doesn't even make any sense." Vanessa practically stuttered.

"Oh, my gosh," Steve interrupted. "This sibling bickering is so annoying you're beginning to make me wish that Demitri knocked ME out with the crowbar!"

"I... I can... make that happen," Demitri said as he tried to stand up.

"START THE CHANTING!" Ted yelled as he folded his hands as though he were about to pray.

"Nepo the rood and evosh mih yawa!" They chanted repeatedly.

"So help m...me," Demitri sneered. He was not going to let this go, but with what little brainpower he could muster, he knew he was in a tight spot. That blow to the head seriously disoriented him.

"Nepo the rood and evosh mih yawa!" They continued.

A light began to rise from the "pentagram" and Demitri knew that he had to escape. He tried to walk through the light, but when he made contact, he was blown backwards and forced to sit.

"Guys..." Steve said, his voice was shakier than ever. "This isn't funny. S-stop."

"Yeah... this is weird. This magic stuff isn't real. It's all a joke to scare him right?" Vanessa asked. Her voice broke a bit.

"You... idiots..." Demitri barely got out before the light engulfed him. For a brief moment, the entire alleyway lit up like a disco, but only for a brief moment. As quickly as the light engulfed Demitri, the radiance was no more, and Demitri was gone.

"Where... where did he go?" Vanessa asked.

"We actually did it," Ted said in disbelief. "He's totally in the demon realm!"

"You idiot!" Vanessa screamed. "What if someone files a missing persons report and the cops come snooping?"

"There won't be any evidence Sis! Magic!" Ted laughed as he waved his hands in front of his sister's face.

"Crowbar!" Steve yelled as he showed Ted the weapon he had used to incapacitate Demitri.

"Oh... forgot about that."

"Ya think?!"

"Okay. we just need to get our stories straight!" Ted suggested.

The fighting went on for some time, but they eventually decided to go home and figure out what to do after a good night's rest. After all, Demitri was gone, and everyone was pretty happy about that. They didn't want him to die, but if he had to spend the rest of his life in a demonic realm so be it.
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Demitri awoke in a grassy meadow in the morning. His head ached a bit where had had been hit, but he was more worried that he woke up in a grassy meadow. He lived in the city, and there were not any grassy meadows around for miles. He slowly sat up and tried to move his hand to his pocket to retrieve his phone. The only problem was that there was no phone there, and no pocket for that matter, and no hands.

"...What?" Demitri said aloud as he looked where his hands should be. Hooves had replaced his hands! He was also naked, but that wasn't entirely true because he seemed to have some sort of hair coating his body, but it wasn't his own. He looked to his side and noticed even more hair. He tried to pick at it, but he suddenly realized that the hair came from his backside. "Is that... a tail?"

Demitri quickly tried to stand on two feet but quickly fell down on all fours. He crawled frantically to try to find any way to change his current situation when he finally came to a small pond. In it, he saw his own reflection of a handsome young colt, with a beautiful coat of light brown, and a glorious darker brown mane.
"I'm a horse? I'M A HORSE!!!!" Demitri panicked. Demitri didn't panic often, but he decided that magically turning into a horse was a safe panic time. "And I can still talk! I'm a talking horse!!!"

"You aren't a horse silly, you're a pony!" He heard a voice say from behind him. Demitri turned to see where the voice had originated. A pink pony with poufy hair and a huge smile on her face greeted him.

"Hey, are you new in Ponyville? I know everyone in Ponyville and I don't know you-uuuuuu!"

"A talking horse!" Demitri yelled.

"I'm not a horse, I'm a pony! And of course I can talk, I'm not dumb!" the pony, corrected.

"I'm... I'm sorry. I must be dreaming. Blacky, Whitey, come out. I need you guys."

"You aren't dreaming... Oh, are Blackey and Whitey your friends? Are they coming to Ponyville too? That would be awesome! Then instead of throwing one welcome to Ponyville party I can throw THREE welcome to Ponyville parties! Oh, or one really, really, really big one!"

At this point, Demitri did what any sane person would do. His mind overloaded and he lost consciousness again.

"Wow, he must be really tired. I wonder where he's from anyway." The pink pony questioned. "Oh, I know, I'll take him to Twilight's house, maybe she'll know. Oh, and then we can throw him a big party when he wakes up! It'll be a party to remember or my name isn't Pinkie Pie!"

This post has been edited by Ranma: Mar 12 2013, 7:19 AM