“GET UP, APE THING!”
Pain...
My eyes creaked open slowly. I had a massive headache and my whole body hurt.
I saw darkness, stone floor and walls, wooden bars.... I was in a dungeon? What the hell was I doing in a dungeon?
My jailer opened the door and stepped in kicking me in the side with a clawed foot, “GET UP!”
I groaned and made it to my hands and knees, when I felt the sting of something snapping across my back.
I lifted my head and looked at my captor's... dirty grey fur? A stained brown vest adorned with gems, a stick, dog collar... and... fangs...
Sunova....... I must be hallucinating.
I was too sore to be in shock, or tripping balls.
Crap....
Thankfully, My inner monologue jumped to several conclusions at the same time, pulling together some barely remembered events:
The Haboob, A storm that had blown a massive cloud of dust and debris into Phoenix from the desert... An SCA meet... I was driving to the event and there was a white out, too much dust to see anything past my windshield, then... nothing... I cant recall anything past that.
… and now I'm staring into the face of what could only be a Diamond dog... Looking out the door of the cell I saw one of the bulldog looking guards, his beady eyes staring at me under the rim of his helmet.
Yes.
Brony.
Deal.
Moving on....
I sat up and shook my head, wincing as a spike of pain came back. I touched my head and found a gash in my scalp, My shoulder length hair was matted with crusted blood.
God, I must have looked a fright.
The runty looking jailer glared at me as I took stock, scrapes, bruises, specifically a massive one across the left shoulder, probably from the seat belt. Which means my car... I didn't wanna think about it.
However it does explain the head trauma...
My garb was mostly missing, they at least had left me my shirt, pants and boots, for what it's worth, so I had something to be a little thankful for.
But yeah, this sucks. On a lighter note, at least I didn't crash land in the Everfree.
How the hell did I land in Equestria?
More immediately, why am I a prisoner of the Diamond Dogs? Actually that one's self explanatory.....
Of all the ways to arrive in this universe, Why did fate pick this one?
I rubbed my face then yelped as the runt smacked me across the back with his stick.
"MOVE!"
Mystriously teleported to a land of magic, joy, and enchantment, and your welcoming committee is a dirty little bastard with a sadistic streak.
Wonderful.