//------------------------------// // CH. 2 A ruined suit and a new friend. // Story: Lost in Equestria without a map. // by M11-Megas //------------------------------// Lost in Equestria Without a map. By: M11-Megas Ch. 2 A ruined suit and a new friend. Ten minutes ago I had hear a zebra talk, now I was still in shock from it. At that time my legs not under my direction stood up at began to go down the path away from the talking zebra. I had seen a lot of animal pup-its in my travels and that was not one of them. Her lips flowed with her voice and accent, I could hear her heavy breaths, I saw how her chest moved, she was real and could talk. That thought was swept away for late revue as I hear something in the bushes had move a bit. I kept walking but looked at the bush to make shore it didn't do anything that it would regret. The sun was still no help even on the path I look toward the sky to see that it was a bright orange. "Must be sunset." I told myself. The bushes did another little dance try to get me to sing the 'what the hell is that' song. "No such luck bushes,” I told them sternly. Speaking of, what was that at the clearing anyway? Flashes of the eyes bubbled and swirled in my head. They didn't look like the eyes of hunger of a monster, they didn't look scared far from it actually, They really didn't seem curious to see a new animal. From what I had seen they look like the eyes of something caring like a loyal pet or a good friend, they were near brimming with compassion, "but if that were the case then why did it just run off like that?" I was talking to myself again I really should stop that people might think I’m crazy, like I see talking animals or I over-analyze insignificant things. After that thinking cycle was over I hear another bush shake. At that point I wondered if the things were just cold instead of animals bothering them. Then another bush gave a shake, this one was an over-actor. "you got to be more subtle," I plead with the plant, "You can't just throw yourself in there, you gotta play mind games, get me wondering what’s happening. You know?" Time to add talks to plants to the crazy meter. *hisssss* *chita chita chita* "That's a pretty good impression of a snake but..." Snapping out of my joking mind set I realized that was a rattling snake sound "oohhhh... sshhhoot." Then I saw a horrible hybrid of a bunch of snakes and a wolf. It had the body of a dog but the back, sides and head was snakes. That ting stood right beside me and hissed very loudly with its hundreds of heads. I took of in the other direction off of the path throw the forest, I looked back to see the thing was gaining on me. I ran through the all the obstacles that blocked my path the best I could, but that thing always found a better way. I jumped logs, ducked vines but it was no use it was getting closer. Then I saw it a gorge in the last bits of sunlight ahead. I thought for a second time seemed to slow down to a stop at that point. "If I try to jump it I probably wouldn't make it and the thing could get across if I do make it. But If I drop and It's deep enough then the beast won't follow me but who knows how deep it is? The last thought I had before my choice was that the beast had thought this though for all his usual prey but I'm not one of them now am I? I tried to slow before the drop but to little avail. I fell 60 feet bouncing off the walls of the gorge three times before landing in a river five feet deep at the bottom before being pulled down stream. "Oh! It's one of those days." I said tiredly as I felt blood pour down my face. Soon after I was pulled to a waterfall as I looked over the edge I could see that it was a fall indeed. I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, sat up, and opened them again to find that I was on a comfortable couch, in a room that was nicely decorated with furniture, nick-knacks, and animals so many animals. The sun was shining through a window, everything was perfect. "Whelp I'm dead. Took me long enough, now I got time for a nap!" I claimed quite boastfully while I laid back. It was at that point that I noticed that the couch was too small. Normally on a three-seated couch I fit perfectly to sleep, but now my feet and head were propped up on the arm rests. In fact everything in the place seemed just too small the chairs, the coat rack, the modern art in the corner, and the coffee table. All seemed to be half the normal size. The coffee table caught my attention the most as it was mid-shin level and held my personal effects that I keep in my pockets. Something even worse then the beats in the woods. I thought. Then my eyes drifted to the modern art project in the corner, it looked like a night stand that was put together in a very weird way like some one didn't know what a night stand is for. I wanted to get a closer look at it, so I stood up and hit my shin on the coffee table. I let out a sound that could split earth. Quickly falling back I looked over my leg expecting to find a bruise but really finding that my shin was wrapped in gauze soaked in blood. Upon further inspection, I saw that I was down to my boxers and cover in gauze and band-ads and even a headband with tassels in the back. Everything but the headband was white with blood on it, the headband I could identify as part of my suit that was missing. Guess I’m not dead, but I am out a nice suit. Just as I started to ponder over why I seem to be teleporting in random locations in varying states of heath, a door in another room slammed open to give me the answer to my question. "Are you OK? I heard a frightful scream." A feminine voice called. She was quite with a panicked tone, which could mean only one thing. Oh goodie, an introvert! I thought sarcastically.Oh well, maybe I can still pry some answers form her. "I'm fine, I just hit my shin on the coffee table." "The right one?" her voice calmed. "Umm... yeah." "Oh my!" Then the owner of the voice walked in or rather trotted in. She was a pale yellow mini-pegasus with a pink mane and anime eyes. She continued, "That shin had the skin removed from it. I'd imagine that it is very sensitive right now." she talked a really soothing tone. She stood by the couch I was sitting on with caring eyes. They looked familiar but I couldn't remember where I saw them. I was speechless, not as much by the talking horse part but that I was looking at my favorite mythical animal. "Um..." I couldn't think of a thing to say. My mind was full of thoughts but I couldn't organize them, I knew why too. "Coffee?" She asked. She had read my mind. I looked at her with wide eyes. "I'll take that as a 'yes'." She trotted back to the other room with a skip in her step and a smile on her face. I thought of running but the temptation of coffee was too great. I should get dressed. I searched the room for my bag to find it next to the modern art project. Upon removing the blanket that I had hardly noticed I felt a very unkind breeze waft through the room. Making an effort to avoid the table I stood up to get a light headed sensation. I drunkenly made my way to the bag and fell down next to it. I heard rushed steps from the other room, before the worried looking pegasus poked her head it to the door way. I looked at her from my new position. "I'm fine," I started with a slurred voice, “I just need to get something from my bag." She breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "Now be careful you lost a lot of blood and shouldn't be doing anything too extraneous." she smiled again before going back to the other room. Walking across a room is too extraneous? Thinking on that my whole body did hurt, so maybe it was. I proceeded to don my olive green cargo shorts and plain purple tee shirt. They were dry thanks to my waterproof backpack. I liked the clashing color choice it made fashion people face-palm. I noted a clear trash bag that had blue and white blood stained rags in it. My heart sank. I opened it to confirm my suspicion that it was my suit. The pegasus waked in with a tray in her mouth caring two mugs on it, which she placed on the table. She saw me looking in the bag. "Oh...um... sorry but um... I had to cut off your um... clothes to address your injuries, sorry." She said quietly with a sincere tone. "It's okay," I said with a sad expiration, "It was just the first suit I had and I was really proud of it." I closed the bag sat on the couch. I saw she was really upset over it almost near tears. "Oh come on now." I tried to be more reassuring. "I got it all dirty, bloody and beat up before you got to it, and I bet I can still fix it." Their was no way that I was going to salvage that mess, but I really didn't want her to cry. I tried to change the subject. " I mean no offence when I say this, but what is your name?" "Fluttershy" she replied with a small smile.