My little pony: The Urchin and the Princess

Disclaimer: I do not own my little pony, and I thank Lauren Faust for creating something that actually is level headed, and does not talk down to others or pander to anyone's whims. Thank you Lauren Faust.

From what I've seen about a lot of the brony fanfics here, most of the "human to the mlp world" thing is done with brony fans. I'm going to go for where mlp doesn't even know in this sort of earth.

Chapter 1

POW! A medium sized human was tossed into a dirty bedroom, as he went into a roll before banging the back of his head against a set of heated pipes. Immediately siting up as he gripped the back of his skull in pain, he stared up bitterly at his step father. The man gripped a bottle of liquor, as a lit cigar hung from his lips ideally. Spitting on the boys leg, he growled "And next time maybe you won't talk back to me, you worthless piece of trash" the man stated in a raspy voice.

Getting no response from the boy, he slammed the door as the room shook from the tiny impact.

The boy tenderly rubbed the back of his skull, as the sixteen year old grumbled "Damn bastard". Kicking the bed stand with a free foot, he sighed as he got himself to his feet. Dusting himself off from the verbal abuse, he thought over his situation. Life sure as hell had been good for him ever since he had been adopted five years ago.

Jack Conner's life sure was going places!

Going over to the mirror, he stared into the reflection. Amongst the status of rich, average, and poor; he had to say he ranked at piss poor so he didn't look very presentable. His messy black hair partial covered his hetrochromic eyes, a forest green and aqua blue eye glared back at him. Near his lips, was a scar from where he had been punched for trying to help a kid from being bullied. You try and do a good thing, and look what happens.

A black hoodie and white t-shirt, adorned his somewhat muscular build, as he dusted off his faded demine jeans and white sneakers. Running a hand through his hair, he glanced over at where his step dad had left him. In this life, there was only one thing he had to remind himself to every day; expect the worse, and then you can only be surprised. That's what his step dad told him before sucker punching him in the gut.

Trudging himself over towards the window, he glanced outside at the "beautiful" New York City, Manhattan. Opening the window, he leaned against the edge as he felt the nigh air hit his face, comforted by the pleasant breeze. Looking up, a mischievous smirk etched over his features as he climbed out of his window, and up the grated steps towards the roof top.

"May as well do some free running, since Jim's probably drunk" Jack smirked as he observed the next five rooftops across from him. Kneeling down low, he remarked "Three, two, one. GO"! Counting down, he rushed off at a quick pace! Seeing a set of pipes and some containers; Jack leaped and hoisted himself up before jumping from one pipe to the next, legs touching each like a recruit at boot camp had to go through the tires to learn effectiveness.

Going into a roll, Jack continued to run as he vaulted himself across a six feet gap, going into another roll as he continued to run. This was one reason he liked New York: The parkour and free running challenges was endless! Apart from getting into fights with local punks, it was the only other way to really burn off his anger towards Jim whenever he got smacked around.

As he continued to make his way to the last roof top, he halted as he stared down at the city below him. Staring down, he felt his chest tighten at the sight of a couple. A tall, handsome looking dude in a letterman's jacket, with a skimpy and tight looking cheerleading girl. Watching them curiously as they sat at a park bench, Jack watched as the guy whispered something into the girl's ear. This caused her to laugh, before she started to make out with him on the spot.

"Humph" he huffed in annoyance, as he felt slight envy at seeing something he had never experienced before in his life. Then again, who would want to be with someone like him? He was abrasive. Sarcastic, hot headed; he looked and smelled like trash. Someone would have to be blind, deaf and dumb to even want to consider being with him.

Realizing he was complaining, he scolded himself as he turned away from the sight. Staring up at the moon, he realized that there were a lot of stars out tonight. He had never really been a big believer in things that didn't make a lot of sense, or things that were somewhat...magical? He needed living proof if he was going to believe in something. Still, he didn't know why as he stared up at the stars above, he sighed as he started speaking a desire.

"I don't know if the whole "wishes on stars things" is true. Probably is a load of crud" he muttered aloud shaking his head. Staring up once more, he sighed as he said "But, from what I understand I guess I don't really have much to lose huh". No one was really watching, and if he could relay how he felt from the side that he rarely brought out anymore, maybe he'd feel better.

"I...errg…I wish for friends" he started off. That was one thing he lacked now, since he had lost contact with any old friends ever since what had happened five years ago. So, having friends again...being he could rely on, talk to, and trust. That would make him happy. Not done, he continued "And…I wish to be with someone special who is..somehow able to look past all this and..like me for who I am I guess".

Having spoken his wihs aloud, he waited a few moments as he expected to see a shooting star. And yet, nothing happened. Feeling like an idiot for even having done such a thing, Jack let out an angry sigh as he kicked a beer bottle aside as he shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets. "Stupid waste of time, can't believe I just did that" he grumbled as he slowly made his way back towards his "home".

Little did he know, he would be getting his wish in the most unexpected way, and from the most unexpected friends…?

====Meanwhile, at the same time in another universe====

"No, no, no this simply won't do. Perhaps abit of…No that's not good! What about abit..Aggrh, no" an eloquent voice spoke aloud as dresses went flying. Emerging from behind a curtain, a melodramatic unicorn sighed in exasperation as she plopped onto her bed. "Oh it's no good! I can't find something perfect to wear" she complained aloud as she realized she had landed on her mane. "Oh dear" she softly spoke as she quickly sat up and used her magic to restyle her purple mane, sighing as she stared out the window.

In this land of Equestrian, a world dominated by ponies of all types; Earth, Unicorn, and Pegasi; one unicorn had attempted during the Galloping Gala to get together with the "Prince of her dreams". Rarity stared up at the ceiling ideally, as she recalled her feeling of happiness when she was certain that she had, discovered her "love". Prince Blueblood seemed to be everything he appeared to be at first; handsome, suave, and attentive. At least, that's how she pictured he would be in her head.

In reality, he was a self-centered, narcissistic, arrogant jerk who didn't even give her two thoughts! The nerve of that stallion! Letting out a huff of annoyance at thinking of her prince, she had realized that night he wasn't her prince. That meant he was still out there, waiting to be found by her!

Excitement raced through her, as she sat up. "Perhaps he's already here, within ponyville. I just need to pick him out" she thought with glee, before deflating just as fast. If that was the case, then she was certain she would have found him a long time ago to look in the most obvious of places. Putting a hoof to her chin, she mused "Hmm let me think…Ooh! Perhaps this"!

Rushing behind her curtains, she remerged moments later dressed in a violet dress, with a bow tie on the back of it. "Too much" she asked herself as she stared in the mirror, admiring her appearance. "Ha, I think not" she laughed as she turned to go outside as she let out a gasp before tripping. "Oof, what sort of klutz would leave a…book" she said aloud as she gently picked up a thick, purple leathered book. "What is this thing doing here" she demanded as she stared at the cover; another book of spells that…

"Oh right" she said aloud, now remembering. After the Blueblood debacle, she had asked Twilight for a book of spells that she could use to locate her true love. Rarity of course hardly believed in such things as using spells to find her love, but she had been quiet depressed despite trying to appear that it was no big deal. "Hmm.." she mused as she looked outside at the happy residences of Ponyville, feeling a twang of envy at the sight of a few couples hugging one another lovingly.

"Perhaps..One spell. Wouldn't hurt anyone" She admitted aloud as she opened and flipped through the book. She was not Twilight to where her magic was anywhere near as strong as hers, but her magic was powerful enough she believed. As she stopped her hoof on a page, she sighed as she closed her eyes and started to activate the spell as she silently wished to herself. "I wish to locate my heart's desire, I wish to be with one that can show that he cares and…and that he loves me with his heart" she softly thought.

As it felt like the spell was about to work.

RARITEEEEEEE!

Gasping as she lost focus, she stared at the front door with annoyance as she trotted and opened it; not surprised to see the energetic Pinkie Pie. "Hello Pinkie Pie, what can I do for you" Rarity asked, masking her irritation for feeling that her spell was about to work.

"Hiya Rarity! Do you wanna go hang out? Whatcha doing right now? I bet its super cool" Pinkie grinned, as she continued to go on to tell about how they should have fun since Rarity had been cooped up inside all day. Notching her dress, she grinned "Oooo, nice dress! What's the occasion"?

Blushing, Rarity said "Ahh, eerr..no occasion. Iiii..Just felt like wearing this today" she spoke, hiding her disappointment as she trotted alongside Pinkie, saddened that her spell hadn't worked. "Perhaps I'll never find any pony for me" she said softly to herself.

"And I want this shipment delivered within the hour, I don't want anyone to suspect a thing" growled Chen as he grabbed his henchmen by the shirt collar and tossed him aside. "Alright people, load up the last of the diamonds on the truck; we're outta here" he called out.

Jack watched the gang silently from behind a dumpster, as the cool air of the night blew through his hair. He had left his house a while ago, and whilst walking around downtown, he had overheard transportation of false diamonds that were made to look authentic and worth millions. They were apparently the best fake ones in the business. What really was the real money was the actual diamond which sat upon a crate in the alley that was a good five feet away from Jack.

"Heh, if I can get that; I'll be able to get myself outta this dump" he grinned to himself. There were about twenty gang members, and what kept Jack alerted was the MAC 11 Uzi's that they were carrying. Really though with the amount of crud he had to put up with, he really didn't care. Some would call him brave or stupid even.

Tiptoeing towards the diamond, he smiled as the soles of his sneakers allowed himself to remain silent, as he gently reached with an outstretched hand towards the diamond, its beauty shinning in the moon light as he licked his lips with anticipation. Now directly behind the crate, he carefully reached up as he grasped and pulled the diamond towards itself. Staring in awe at its beauty, he grinned "I'm rich". Pocketing it, he turned as he slowly started to sneak when...

Bad luck seemed to catch up to him, as he accidentally stepped on to a bottle, shattering it! "HEY YOU" a voice screamed. Panic rushing through him, Jack leaped to his feet as he started to run down a side street through another alley.

"STOP THE BOY" Chen shouted, as he fired a few bullets at the feet of his men, causing them to jump as they began to pursue Jack!

"Oh crap" Jack shouted, as he leaped over some trash cans; kicking them towards the henchmen to slow them down. Watching as it hit the men, he noticed a chain link door ahead. Sliding himself through it, he gasped as he felt his foot was stuck in the door!

"Get out of. Oh" he gawked as suddenly the men came, and tried to open the door, whilst one grabbed his foot and tried to pull him back! "Break it down" one shouted, as Jack kicked "Let go of me" he shouted as he kicked himself free and kept running. Hearing the door kicked open, he looked up as he noticed a clothes line, as well as ahead a large gap that lead to the lower streets. Rushing up some old boxes, Jack leaped as he grabbed the clothes line and went soaring across the gap!

Going into a roll, his momentum crashed him against the wall, as the adrenaline kept him moving. As he rushed for an opening, he blinked as a Garbage truck parked in his way. Crouching down, he scrambled under the large truck, and out onto the other side as he remarked "Got to do better than that"!

Getting up, Jack gasped as some men came out of nowhere from ahead as one of them grabbed him by the shoulders, and kneed him hard in the gut. Feeling the wind sucked out of him, Jack collapsed to his knees gasping in pain as he looked up as the men sneered down at him. "You thought you could rob me and live? You're a fool boy" Chen sneered, as the short black haired, beady eyed boss emerged as he said "Once you're dead, I'll just relive you of what's m…what the hell"!

A bright light enveloped Jack, as he got to his feet in fear; staring down at his hands in shock as he observe the purple light the enveloped them. What was happening? Letting out a scream of shock, the light intensified as Jack felt himself falling as he knew no more…

Well, not much on the ponies. More introducing the character of Jack Conner. Tell me what you all think ^_^