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Featherflint's eyes flew open.
She was surrounded by a darkened forest and trees. It was freezing cold. She shivered and tucked her mane behind her ear. She sat up and stared at her...hooves?
Normally where her hooves would be, were tanned, long fingers. She covered her face with her new hands, breathing quickly, trying to calm herself. Moving them away from her eyes, she finally caught a glimpse at her form. She let out a shriek of surprise, not knowing what to do. Forcing herself to look away from herself, she spied a small pond farther off in the distance. Moonlight glinted off of the water, lighting up Featherflint’s face.
She got on her hands and knees, attempting to walk in this awkward form. Pebbles cut into her feet and hands which would have normally been protected by the hard shell that used to cover them. She paid no attention and continued. She grunted throatily in relief as she reached the patches of soft grass. Immediately after approaching the pond, she lowered her head towards the still glassy liquid. She sipped at the water, until she felt it fit to stop. She hit the ground suddenly, still shaking from shock. The last thing she saw before passing out, was her human face looking back at her from the pond.
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"Hello? A-are you alive, lady?" Inquired a shaky female voice. An uncertain finger tentatively jabbed into her leg. The former pony's eyes shot open with a sharp gasp, and the finger recoiled as if pulling away from a sprung mouse trap. A tall creature was standing on two limbs in front of her. Featherflint was sprawled in a large puddle of mud, and smelled completely raunchy. She wrinkled her nose at herself. Her wings were crumpled and sore, and her form felt completely wrong. Not bad, just wrong.
The beast standing before her was perhaps as tall as Princess Celestia herself; her mane was long, blonde, and braided. Her bright green eyes examined Featherflint's body in a concoction of concern, alarm, and mild disgust. The female being's physique was fully clothed in a plaid shirt, and denim shorts, only exposing her thighs down. The former pegasus's brow furrowed in confusion; the middle of the Everfree forest wasn't really the type of place someone would wear a full suit of clothing. Featherflint launched into a sitting position, her large maroon wings snapping out instinctively as she did so.
"Oh my god." The human girl backed away from Featherflint, startled by the red wings sprouting from the unclothed girl's back. She stared at them, before finally speaking timidly.
"Who… what are you?" The human looked bewildered.
Featherflint didn't speak for a while, seeing as she was just as startled as the hominoid. She steadied her breathing.
"Featherflint." She folded her crimson wings back in softly.
The blonde girl raised an eyebrow. "Featherflint?" Her inquisitive curiosity taking over, she asked, “Where on earth did you get a strange name like that?" As soon as she said it, she regretted her poor choice of words. Featherflint blinked.
Goodness, this creature was ignorant. It was insulting her birth name. The absolute NERVE of this thing! Featherflint got up and tried to walk away, hoping the human wouldn't follow her. Of course, she did. The blonde girl ran after her, still keeping her distance, though not as nervous.
"Wait!" The girl grabbed her shoulder, wincing as her thumb brushed her wing. “You can't go around without clothes!"
Featherflint turned around. She looked confused, and gave the girl a look that explained so.
"Uh, you're in a public park! You can't just walk around stark naked and expect people to be okay with it! You act as if you never wear clothes at all!" She examined Featherflint’s face. "Oh...Wait here. I'll be right back!" The blonde human ran off.
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After about ten minutes of sitting on the ground, thinking that she wouldn’t come back, the being returned. “Hey.” She carried a saddlebag, which she flung down on the muddy forest path and unzipped. The human unpacked a pile of brightly colored clothes, a white towel, a purple bottle filled with a cream like substance, a bar of soap, and one of the only recognizable items from the bag was a fine toothed comb. The human looked down at her, and tried to hide the fact that the wild girl smelled repulsive. "Would it... be okay if you," She played with her fingers awkwardly. "Sort of bathed in the pond?"
Featherflint nodded and jumped into the pond, eager to be clean again. The water had been chillier than she had expected. She grabbed the soap from the edge of the pond and began to scrub herself down.
The human coughed. ”Anyway, I'm Amy. Are you from here?"
The former pegasus shook her head. Amy gave her a strange look. "Then where did you come from? How did you get here?"
She shrugged. It wasn’t a lie; Featherflint had no clue to how she had gotten here. It was silent for a while before the winged woman bit her lip and pointed to the purple bottle in question.
Amy laughed. “It’s for your hair. It makes it clean and shiny."
"You mean I… put it in my, uh, hair?" She tried her best to mimic the word Amy had spoken. She was pretty sure Amy was referring to her mane.
"Err..." Amy looked confused. “Yeah, and then wash it out. Is it naturally colored blue like that?"
"Hn.” Featherflint awkwardly rubbed the cream from the bottle in her hair, and the dunked her head in the pool to wash it out. She got out of the water, and Amy tossed her a towel. The former Ponyville citizen dried off, and then was tossed a white bra and underwear. After a bit of explaining, Featherflint finally agreed to put those on. Amy picked up the pile of clothes, which were similar to what she herself was wearing, then gave them to Featherflint. A striped button up shirt, the same denim shorts the human was wearing, and a pair of size 5 running shoes. She put those on too. Conveniently, everything seemed to fit her well. She used the comb to pull the tangles as well as some of the unwashed shampoo out of her hair.
"There." Amy looked satisfied, and she grinned. “Now you look better. Follow me." They walked off, silently through the noon sunlight, curving through the man-made paths.