Tail Spin's Friendship Lesson [PTFG, Abandoned}

>It was about 2 years ago, or at least that's how their calendars work
>You were Anonymous F. Aggot, one of the many horsefuckers that your favorite chinese spyware forum contains from the world
>And today has been a great day, you've actually accomplished some things
>The gas station you applied for a while back finally called you back to tell you that you start next monday
>You convinced your dad to put off kicking you out for another few months
>You made real, audible connection with a girl and she didn't run away
>And you found a site to watch your secret autism of cute ponies that won't give your computer turbo-AIDS
>It's late, and time to sit down and relax with some pony before bed
>That's what you would think, before you notice this big ass fly on your monitor
>Gross
>You follow your first instinct to squish the little bastard, and your hand slips through the screen
>You panic at first, you can't afford a new monitor this quickly
>Then you realize that the screen's not damaged, it's more like an open window
>If an open window was also connected to a weak vacuum that's getting stronger
>By the time you get over your bewilderment of unexplained portals, you start to notice that your hand on the inside isn't a hand
>It's some sort of marshmallow-looking ultramarine lump
>Did you mention that the pull from inside was getting stronger?
>Because you can't pull your arm out any more
>Grabbing the side of the monitor with your free hand does little to give you extra leverage
"What the fuck?"
>The pull keeps growing, and more and more of you slips through
>You're up to your shoulder now, and you're still not quite sure what's happening
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
>Now is a pretty good time to panic
>Unfortunately, panicking doesn't solve anything, and causes you to lose your grip on your side of the monitor
>Your entire upper body slips through before you catch yourself with your knees, and you realize what is happening
>You've fallen asleep at some point, and Mr. Sandman has some weird shit in store for you
>That's the only reasonable explanation for your whole body tingling and the round blue thing obscuring your vision
>You turn your head to see that your upper half has become more rounded, and there's two half-formed protrusions on your back
>And you're covered in that same blue you saw on what used to be your hand
>The pull grows even stronger, and your knees slip off the side of your computer screen
>You're practically thrown away from the little window back to your word onto the ground
>At least the drop isn't too far, only like twelve, thirteen feet down
>Sideways in your world is down here, you guess
>Ow fuck, falling hurts
"Ow fuck"
>Your landing is far from perfect, but at least there's grass to break your fall
>Could've been stone
>You try to stand up, but your slightly battered body keeps falling over
>Instead, you get on all fours
>This really shouldn't feel as natural as it does
>You try to get your bearings, and take a look around you
>There's a forest off to your left, a town to your right, and looking up you can't see the cosmic window back to your room anymore
>Giving yourself a much needed once over while you're at it, you find out that you've turned into a pony
>An ultramarine pegasus with a less saturated blue mane, to be exact
>You don't have a cutie mark, but that's to be expected
>You didn't have anything you'd consider a specific talent
>Well, it's time to find out what's in that town
>Don't want to leave your dream's whims waiting

>It's another in Equestria, and you are the pegasus known as [spoiler]Anonymous[/spoiler] Tail Spin
>Your dream was never a dream, you really got sucked into your computer
>You tried to convince other ponies of what happened to you at first, but eventually gave up
>At least you learned to fly, which has been your passion since the incident
>You've flown across almost the entire continent, visiting everywhere you can
>You never stay too long in one place, though
>Just long enough to see some sights, eat some food, make some bits, and get directions to your next destination
>You've avoided Canterlot, however
>You really do not want to find out the princess' stances on what could be construed as illegal immigration
>Life is as good as you could make it
>You still are bitter that this all happened just as things started looking up for you back home
>You've directed this bitterness at these ponies, and it doesn't help you make any friends
>It's not like they weren't agreeable or friendly, you just didn't like the constant reminders that you're stuck here
>You still haven't found where your window to home went
>And you absolutely refuse to make a new home here
>Still holding on to that vain hope you'll be able to get back
>Even if you don't remember how to walk on two legs, the taste of meat, or the sounds of early-morning cars going to work
>This kind of thinking is starting to bum you out
>You're getting tired of aerial wandering, too
>That combination says that the nearest field suitable for napping has your name on it
>Looking down, you see that pretty much everywhere below you fits the bill
>Landing, you see a forest way far off to your left, a town that looks more like a glorified light speck to your right.
>Reminds you of when you first got here, and gets your hopes up
>You crush your hopes again when you don't see anything out of the ordinary in the sky
>Well, at least this grass is comfier than the last field
"Maybe tomorrow. Tomorrow's another day."
>You don't believe in your words anymore, but you say them anyway as you let yourself fall asleep