Starting Over: Meet the Locals (Part one)

Picking this story back up again to try out some more writing. Probably wont be any better.

 

>While you ponder about the means used to get to “Equestria”, your stomach grumbles, reminding you of your hunger.

>You remember the cans of food in your knapsack and go to reach for it, instead grabbing thin air.

>Where the fu- oh shit

>You left it on that god forsaken bus you rode here.

>Maybe your old chum Discord will help you out again.

“Hey, I left my carry-on luggage on your gay pride bus!”

>When all that meets you is the sound of the wind, you know he doesn’t hear you.

>Or maybe likes to see you squirm.

>Grumbling to yourself, you decide to look in the sky and see if you can find any smoke from nearby settlements.

>In the distance you can make out a faint plummet of smoke.

>That’s going to be a long ass stroll through the woods.

>Deciding its better then laying down in a field of flowers and starving to death, you set off on your journey.

>You hope they have food to give.

>Pushing through the brush of the forest, you make your way through.

>Letting your mind wander while you walk, you begin to wonder just how this will all turn out for you.

>What if this turns out like Planet of the Apes?

>Well you aren’t on a beach, so good start there.

>How about if the dominant species is carnivorous giant lizard people?

>You don’t like the idea of being the main course to some reptile.

>But then again, that wouldn’t make sense. What would discord have to gain from that?

>All these unanswered questions swimming through your head make it spin.

>Shaking your head, you decide to deal with all that mess later on, for right now you have to focus on living through this shit.

>While in mid-thought of whether to eat your shoe or not, you smack your head into a low hanging branch, disturbing any inhabitants living in the tree.

>You pretty sure you have binor mrain damage, or a concussion at least.

>Taking the moment to rub your head, you take in your surroundings once more.

>The forest seems to be still pretty dense, with a fraction of sunlight making it through the foliage above.

>Hearing chirping to your right, you turn your head and see a bird chirping madly at you and waving its wing like an angry fist at you.

>Hang on, that aint normal. Did you hit your head that hard?

>Or are animals here more sentient than the ones back home?

>You see its nest is pretty rustled from your head on collision with the tree.

“Sorry about the nest their buddy, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

>It just continues its frantic chirping, then goes about fixing it’s nest of damage.

>Guess it’s not completely sentient; don’t think a race of birds would be all that good to live with for the rest of your life.

>Dusting yourself off, you continue and almost immediately come up to a bush with some red berries.

>Your stomach roars at the thought of food being in sight, and you go about picking as many as you can.

>Before you stuff them all into your guzzle, you get an idea.

>Going back to your feathery friend, you hold out the berries towards him(?) as a peace offering.

“Hey, think of this as a sorry for messing up your home with my shenanigans.”

>Robin, who your now naming that because fuck you, tilts his head to the side as if thinking, decides to take up your offering and eat the berries.

>If the happy chirps are anything to go by, you think you are forgiven.

>Satisfied with the test to see if the berries were poisonous with your test dummy, you snack on some.

“By the way, do you know of any settlements nearby, kind of new around here.”

>He seems to nod, then flies off and lands on a branch nearby, waiting for you to follow him.

>With your newfound guide through the forest, you continue your journey, eating berries along the way to sate your hunger.

>Left with nothing but your thoughts, you let your mind drift off once again.

>If Robin is an example to go off of, what if the dominant species here doesn’t talk?

>You aren’t a very good charade player.

>Maybe accepting Discord’s offer wasn’t such a hot idea after all.

>Speaking of Discord, just what the hell is he up to, he seems very nonchalant about the whole situation.

>Its very unsettling, not knowing what his plans for you are.

>You hope he doesn’t ask you to do something horrible to the people here, unless they are all assholes or something.

>Your train of thought stops there when you see a clearing in the brush up ahead, along with the faint sound of a female singing something.

>Time to go meet the locals you guess.

>Walking through the foliage, you are blinded by the sudden brightness of the sun in your eyes.

“FUCK!”

>You hear a loud ‘eep’ along with a door slamming nearby.

>After furiously rubbing your eyes, your eyesight comes back to you, though you don’t see anyone around.

>You seem to be at a decently sized cottage, with a good amount of animals frolicking about.

>To get to the cottage, you step over a small creek instead of the possibly destroying the small bridge to cross.

>In the front of the cottage are some flowers and other plants, along with a watering can laying on it’s side.

>You must have scared whoever was watering their garden.

>Time to try and fix this.

>You walk up to the door and knock, though not to hard.

“Anybody home?”

>”N-no b-body is h-h-home” a very shaken up voice calls out.

>Poor thing sounds frightened to death of you.

“Hey come on now, I’m only here to get some help and maybe some directions. I’m not from around here, and found your cottage from following Robin.”

>”R-R-obin?”

>Robin takes this moment to land on your shoulder and give a chirp.

>”Yeah, I don’t know if his name is actually Robin though, I just named him that. I messed up his nest in the forest by accident, so I gave him some berries to make it up to him and asked him to show me if anyone lived nearby, so here I am.”

>”O-o-oh, well, um, y-y-your just k-k-kind o-of…*mumble*.”

“I didn’t quite catch that last part.”

>She whispers out “S-s-scary.”

>Oh. Well maybe you look alien to whoever is in there, understandable you suppose.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, at least give me a chance here Ms…?” letting the question hang.

>”M-m-my names f-f-lutters-shy…” she croaks out.

>Odd name for someone, but kind of fitting based on what you’ve heard so far.

“Well hello Fluttershy, my name is Anonymous, but you can call me Anon for short.”

>”Um…hi Anon”

>…

“So can you at least open the door now?”

>”A-a-alright, I-I guess…”

>You hear several locks become undone before she pushes the door open.

>What you see surprises you greatly.

>In front of you is what seems to be a small butter colored horse, with a flowing pink mane and tail, who is looking down as if embarrassed and scuffing the floorboard.

>It takes all your self-control to not guffaw at this and ruin the progress it took to have her open the door.

>You instead kneel down to her level so as not to seem so threatening to her.

“Well, uh, hey there, never seen something like you before.

>She just hides behind her long mane and mumbles something you cant hear.

“I don’t want to seem to impose, but may I come inside to talk?”

>”Umm…o-okay, I s-suppose s-so…”, she then turns around to walk inside the cottage.

>You can’t help but notice the three butterflies adorning her…flank, you think it’s called.

>Not that you were staring at that or anything, your no horsefucker.

>You stand up to follow her inside, shutting the door behind you.

>Time to get some answers from this, Fluttershy.

---End of Part one---