Prances with Ponies

by Typewrittensoul

Chapter 4 (side A): Thirteen Days

Entry 36

If I had to crack a guess, it must have been at least...two or three weeks since my last journal entry. But
I've been in and out of consciousness for the, I don't know, last couple of days, perhaps? And I've most likely been asleep for at least a week before then if not more. I've been unable to get a hold of a calendar, so who knows how long it's actually been. But even in a drowsy state, I apparently managed to scribble an entry (Entry 35). I definitely don't remember being awake to write it, though, so they potentially throws off my sense of time even more. I really don't remember much of what's happened at all. But before I completely forget, I'll write what I can recall. Writing my thoughts on my left leg and arm being in a cast and my head wrapped in bandages can wait until I get the memory of the incident onto paper.

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Peaches left the cottage early that morning, but I had managed to wake up before she came back.

Left to my own devices, I decided to try my luck and sneak out to explore, but that rabbit tried his darnedest to stop me. After a brief scuffle I somehow managed to tie the little vermin up with the rope he attempted to lasso me with and stepped out onto the dirt road for the first time since I came to the cottage.

I remember feeling excited and a bit thrilled. The only times I've been able to see the front of the cottage was only after Peaches had checked to see if any other pony was around. But as strange as it may have seemed, instead of going down the road and straight for the nearest pony settlement, I found myself walking back to check my old campsite.

Time had taken its toll on the makeshift shelter of sticks, branches and my camping tent sheet material draped over it. In fact I must have been so excited when I first followed Peaches to her cottage that apparently I forgot a number of things: my kerosene lamp, sleeping bag, magazines and gameboy—batteries long dead and pretty grimy looking after exposure to the elements.

The magazines were a mess of melted pulp and the sleeping bag was in shambles. Ripped and clawed and muddy. Probably some wild animals or even ponies or something had gotten to it; it did not look like mother nature's M.O., that's for sure. As for the kerosene lamp I remember picking it up because it still looked salvageable, but I don't know what's happened to it right now.

And that's when I came upon a little pegasus pony. It seems I made a reference to it in Entry 35; it was just a kid, and friendly enough not to have attacked me at first glance like Rainbow did. But then again it looked more scared of me than I was of her. The little pony, that is. She had wandered into the campsite from deeper in the forest, unaware that I was there. I hid by instinct and managed to spook her from accidentally stepping on a twig. After trying to calm it down, I noticed some dark and heavy-looking clouds in the sky, so we made our way back to the cottage. Or at least, I was trying to lead us back. She followed alongside me. A stray lightening bolt struck at some point and I pushed the pony out of the way, and then...it gets a bit fuzzy from there.

Entry 37

July-ish (?)

It seems that while ponies have access to sedatives and anesthesia, pain-killers are pretty much non-existent. Or maybe what are pain-killers to them simply puts me out cold? They are horses, after all. That makes me a bit scared since I'm pretty sure a person can die if the amount of anesthesia is too much for a person's weight or something. I'm not a doctor or really knowledgeable about medicine or healthcare beyond staying fit or eating right.

Speaking of which, my left arm and leg are in casts and hanging on slings from some sort of makeshift mechanism. Sort of like a crane or a pole that's extending from a latch connected to the underside of bed. Again, I don't know the technical term since I'm not a doctor or anything. My head's been wrapped in a bandage and of course I've been feeling woozy and dizzy. Could be the medicine, while it could be brain damage. I'm still able to write, so no damage to my language portion of my head...or at least I think I'm writing, right? Nothing's led me to believe that my skull was cracked, but there's the definite feeling of stitches from some sort of hit on the right side of my head, just above my temple and ear.

I don't have a clue exactly how I managed to injure myself to this extent, and it's not like I can just ask Peaches what happened. A tree branch falling on me from that lightening storm a while back most likely. She's been coming in with food and has pretty much been nursing me for the last few days. Going in and out of consciousness has made it pretty hard to keep track of time beyond whether it's day or night, thanks to there being a window nearby. She brings me mostly a kind of gruel and assorted fruits and other healthy, vegetarian stuff.

Even if I've gotten kind of, sort of, used to being a de facto vegan at this point, I've never had an urge to bite into a juicy hamburger so bad until recently. Something medium well with a slight pink interior, dripping in sauces and condiments and slathered in pepperjack and American cheese. The crunch of lettuce and onions and bacon and cucumber contrasting with the tenderness of the beef and soft tomato and cheese. I've always hated pickles but what I wouldn't do to just throw that in too, just because. Maybe it's a side effect of whatever medicine I've been getting or my injury or maybe this whole circumstance has completely shattered the daily routine I've made for myself, helping Peaches with her animals and doing random house chores.

It's one thing to be confined to the backyard and not allowed to be seen by ponies other than Peaches and Rainbow, but it's another to be kept in bed all day and night without the option to even shuffle around. I mean, I have a bed pan and everything!

I've been getting anxious, antsy, stir crazy, feeling cooped up. My ass hurts from lying or sitting on this bed for who knows how long now and my whole body feels listless from barely moving. I've never been one for video games or tv so I never understood the concept of staying still. But it's already been difficult not to be able to be really active like taking long jogs or exploring the surrounding area. I haven't been able to read any books aside from my own journal entries or the labels from the packages of food I've had since I first arrived. I'm just too frustrated and too tired to try translating the books in the house. Even if there's been a whole lot more that weren't here before, the thought of staring stupidly at those squiggles is just not worth it right now.

I know Peaches has noticed my feelings since she's been trying extra hard to keep me company, but the difficulty in communication between us seems to have only been amplified. I got frustrated for the first time at her for not understanding that I was asking for my bag and yelled at her this morning. I feel like such a dumbass for doing that. She was trying to help and I just transferred my anger onto her. Maybe it's the loss of my left arm? No...I can't think that, I did NOT lose my left arm...I CAN'T lose my left arm, or my left leg....I....

Entry 38

It's amazing how quickly the idea of loneliness can be banished and seem almost like a pleasant thing.

There have been at least three kinds of doctors to take a look at me today. I could tell because of the doctor-like accessories and dress like the stethoscope and white doctor's coats and that little hammer thing for reflexes. The first one, a male horse that was slightly bigger in size than Peaches and had a squarer jaw, had an afro-thing going on and orange hair. He was pretty awkward while having me do that tongue extension thing and placing a popsicle stick and having me do the “aaah” thing. My arm and leg felt sore from his inspection. My casts were removed and from what I could tell there wasn't any skin breakage or anything. He looked at the stitches on my head in not the most graceful way, either. At I least got a lollipop out of the affair.

There was a also a blue-haired female doctor. She was a bit more aggressive in checking me up. Rolling me about on the bed was the most strenous activity I've had in weeks while Peaches had to do her best to support my leg or arm depending on whatever the doctor was looking at. When that doctor tried to look at my, uh...nether regions, I figured that was something way over the line. Peaches agreed.

A stallion with a stethoscope and two nurses has been the most recent one to come by to check up on me, while three little ponies (one of them being the little pegasus pony) have been running around the room, offering me miscellaneous stuff from food to board games. The pegasus kid took the most initiative in showering me with stuff. Guilt or something from the thunderstorm? I don't know.

The doctor pony showed x-rays of the damage (taken with a lot of pain in the process on my part and an amazing skill in getting a machine to the upstairs of the cottage. I got a lead vest and everything. I'm not even going to question how or why the ponies have access to x-ray technology right now) and it revealed just some minor fracturing in my arm and leg bones. My hit to the head seemed to be a bigger worry, but those fears passed when I scored well on their psychoanalysis test. Mostly picking between pictures on cards or counting. I got two hooves up. That's good, I think.

And Peaches' pet rabbit has seemed to softened up with me, though I guess I would describe it as a 'tough love' approach. It was obvious from the look on its face that he still wasn't happy around me, but he still went along with Peaches whenever she gave me food or dealt with the little pony kids.

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Entry 45

Purple and the other ponies I've observed in the past had at one point or another stopped by the cottage for the past few days. Peaches had apparently brought them up to speed about my, well, existence. They were friendly and smiling and said things to me that I didn't understand. That didn't stop them from trying. Like Peaches they all had marks on their sides.

Pink was all over the place. Despite being a regular pony without wings or a horn (albeit, pink) she hopped and and jumped and did things I didn't know ponies or horses could do. A surprising amoung of agility, really. Her excitement was almost contagious and almost got her kicked out a few times by Peaches. Now able to see up close, her markings were three balloons: 2 blue, 1 yellow.

Snow had somehow gotten my measurements and presented a few clothes that I don't even know if it was a joke or if fashion was really like that. I didn't even know ponies wear clothes aside from random accessories. Not to mention, how did she even get my measurements when I never saw her near my until just today? Was she around when I was still unconscious? Her markings were three diamonds.

Rainbow was more or the less the same. Visited more for Peaches' sake than me. Again, she had a rainbow lightening bolt coming out of a cloud.

Cowgirl was apparently the source of all the apples that had been arriving by the basketful. Her markings are three apples. She also brought a few pastries (apple flavored) and let me touch her hat. Really well made material, but I can't tell what it's made of. Aren't they supposed to be made of leather? If I could google it I would. Cowgirl seems to be related to Little Red Bow while Snow has a very close resemblance to Snowflake, the second of the little ponies.

The little orange pegasus pony doesn't resemble any of the other ponies, but she hangs around Rainbow a lot. Are they mother and daughter? I don't know, but I really am getting the impression that the little one has been trying to make it up to me for saving her.

Purple was the one with the books. Lots of books. So many books that unless she was the author of all of them, made me realize just how proliferate literacy has to be amongst the ponies. With her she has let me speed up my research by leaps and bounds.

Her telekinetic powers are also a wonder to behold. In fact, both her and Snow seem to be endowed with telekinesis, most likely as a result of their horns. It makes me curious as to what other psychic phenomena they're able to perform.

Back to Purple's cooperation, just wow. We may not understand what we're saying but we've slowly been building up notes and been able to translate basic things such as household items. Actually pronouncing our respective tongues has still been a bit of a stretch, but we're getting there.

Purple brought, along with her books, a small purple dinosaur I've named Barney.

He's been writing things down for Purple on account that he has hands with clawed digits. This makes me realize that this may be the creature that helped accustom Peaches to my thumbs up way back. His speaking style was a bit more rough but he (or she?) still managed to speak with the ponies flawlessly. He recently went downstairs to get something for Purple. I think. She said something and he nodded his heads then left. I wonder if Purple is special for having a Barney, or if lots of other ponies have a Barney of their

Comments

[Dan50]

Hehe Barny.

[Mawxter]

Barney? lol

[Rhulain]

every girl needs a Barney. True Story.

[A-hardie]

EPIC CUT OFF

[nonameguy0010]

Oh god... No. What happened to him?! Noooooo don't tell me he ate a cupcake from pinkie. Oh lawd that would be bad.

[oldtimeydude]

God dammit! Another cut-off?! Are you gonna keep torturing us like this?

[Baked Brony]

>dripping in sauces and condiments and slathered in pepperjack and American cheese. The crunch of lettuce and onions and bacon and cucumber contrasting with the tenderness of the beef and soft tomato and cheese. I've always hated pickles but what I wouldn't do to just throw that in
Now I want a hamburger and my stomach is growling

[mattishot]

Barney.

[NightmareKnight]

Oh god not Barney. That psychotic child raping mother fucker is the bane of all things good in the world!

Everyone! Lock your doors and board your windows! Barney has escaped from the mental institute! I repeat, Barney has escaped from the mental institute!
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[Eonflare]

Barney? Seriously?

[SirShadestrider]

I'm glad I decided to reread this story. There're so many parts I had forgotten, like Barney.