Title:           Wingman: Chapter 1
Author:          MutualTaco
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First Edit:      Friday 5th of June 2015 01:54:05 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 5th of June 2015 01:54:05 AM CDT

>With the setting sun in the distance, a muted, prolonged grumble rings through Feather's body.
>She groans out loud as you put a bit more distance between her as you walk besides her bum left wing.
>Looking at you through the tinted eyewear, her mouth frowns as she opens it to speak.
>”Guh... why couldn't you get kidnapped by large body builders instead of those scrawny cultists!  I couldn't even have one of them after they all downed their gross poison stuff.”
>You give her a quizzical look, knowing full well of your delicious nature.
>Pushing your luck, you pop her a question.
“Well... what's stopping you from eating me?”
>Stopping in her tracks, she looks to you with a seemingly blank expression.
>Before she can retort, you slip in another inquiry.
“In fact, how did you even know I was locked in that basement with those creeps?  The house looked completely abandoned!”
>With a toothy smile, she taps the side of her goggles with her hoof.
>”The nose knows, Ace.  It was destiny for me to find you.”
>Your eyebrows twitch in uncertainty as your struggle to find coherent words.
“F-First off, you just tapped your goggles, not your nose.  Second, what destiny?!”
>This horse has been nothing short of confusing in her behavior, and it irritated you.
>Ever since she freed you, her mood erratically bounced from happy-go-lucky to threatening.
>She seems like one that would play with her food, but why you?
>Rolling these questions over in your head, the pegasus lifts a hoof towards a home, pointing towards it.
>”There.”
“...There?”
>She nods with a confident smirk.
>”If you check out that house, you'll know what I mean by 'destiny.'”
>Despite shaking your head, you walked towards the home, morbid curiosity your motive.
>The overgrown grass and broken windows made it especially creepy as you dragged your feet towards the wreck of a home.
>The ponies' arrival on your planet have been a mere few weeks, yet this home's sorry state looks much older than that.
>As you approach the front door, you hear scurrying steps coming from the dark void within the house.
>Before you can turn to sprint towards your supposed guardian, a heavy hand grabs your shoulder.
>In an instance, you feel your body crash onto the ground as leathery hands slip around your neck like a noose.
>You open your eyes to see a crazed woman much older than you.
>And from the death grip she has on your neck, much stronger.
>Whether it was powered by the sanity absent in her gaze mattered not as you put your hands on her wrists in a weak attempt to not get choked out.
>A shrill cry escapes her throat as she declares dominance over you, her weight pushing you into the ground.
>”Mama's eating good tonight!  Gots a human an' horse fer t'night!”
>Her grip loosens as she laughs maniacally, giving you an opportunity to look to Feather.
“Help... can't...”
>The pegasus puts a hoof to her ear, learning towards you.
>”What's that Ace?  Can't quite hear you...”
>You shift your body around, putting your own hands around your neck as you feel the crazed lady's grip return.
“Feath... Fea...”
>With a sing-songy voice, the pony asks with a carefree tone.
>”Yesss?”
>Mustering all your strength, you yell out in a single desperate cry.
“FEATHER, HELP-”
>You stop as you see a large golden saucer nail the starved psycho in the face, the speed of the object knocking the woman off you as she crashes to the ground, unconscious.
>Rubbing your sore neck, Feather passes you by as she goes to inspect the limp body.
>You cough to clear your strangled throat and get the mare's attention, but you only hear her observations.
>”Good, she's still alive, just out cold.”
>Frustration wells up in your gut as you let it out in a shout.
“What the hell, Feather?  You knew that was going to happen, didn't you?”
>With a seemingly blank gaze, she looks up to the sky as stars slowly started to form in the darkened sky.
>”Yeah, guess I did.”
>Further confused, you try to stammer out a response, but the tan-coated pony interrupts you with an almost motherly voice.
>”You've got to believe me its destiny for now.  I can't tell you everything, but know that I'll get us to safety, okay?”
>Your hands still shake, adrenaline still pumping through your veins as her answer was far from enough.
>Before you can talk, she faces you to remove her goggles for the first time.
>Large, crimson pupils stare into your soul, untouched by the harsh environment surrounding you two.
>Time seems to stop as her gaze calms you.
>Warmth seems to spread through your tense body, soothing it.
>She talks once again in an enchanting tone.
>”I promise.”
>You nod weakly in her serene presence as she fixes the goggles back onto her eyes.
>Finding your feet, you shakily get up while Feather scoops up the limp body.
>The mare licks her lips as she peels the clothes off the woman like a banana.
>You cough again to find your voice before speaking, dusting yourself off as you do.
“That's your dinner for tonight?”
>With mouth open, she slides the plump woman over her tongue while attempting to respond to you.
>”Uh huh, gah a pablem with-”
“Don't talk with your mouth full, tell me when you're done.”
>A corner of her mouth curves up at your response while you watch her down the woman.
>She tilts her head up, the dark azure mane flowing behind her as she gulps.
>The sizable bust of the lady rises through Feather's neck muscles, disappearing the next moment as the body heads towards the pony's rounded middle.
>Vague shapes of a human body shift and turn in the pony's nape.
>You hear one last gulp from the mare as she closes her mouth to seal the unconscious human in, the slight bumps vanishing as they merge with the plump paunch of the pony.
>She lets out a sigh of relief as she strokes her malleable middle.
>”Ahhh... not much, but it'll tide me over till tomorrow.  Your women tend to be the best with their high fat content and all.”
>With a mocking gaze, her eyes undress you as you futility cover your clothed body.
>”Hah, you're going to need a lot more meat on those bones to tempt me Ace!  Least it makes traveling with you much easier.
>Searching through her saddle bags, you walk over to the large golden saucer that knocked out your assailant.
“What is this anyway?”
>Feather takes out a water bottle as she snaps the cap off.
>”Oh, that's a bit.  It's our currency back home.  Here, it makes a pretty good projectile, don't you think?”
>You roll your eyes as you lift it, surprised by its light weight, despite it being the size of your head.
>Offering the coin back to the pony, she quickly downs her bottle before taking the bit and storing it back into her bag.
>”Hey, catch.”
>Tossing you the empty bottle, you briefly investigate it before shaking it at Feather.
“What, besides luring out your meals, you want me to take care of your trash too?”
>She snickers at your mild irritation.
>”Nah, hold onto it while we find a place to bunk down for the night, you'll be tested on this later.”
>Hearing her typical cryptic talk, you hold onto the container.
>Though it seems normal, the coloration of it almost seems unnatural.
>Almost otherworldly.
>But it still serves to carry water.
>At least, it did.
>A satisfied squeak from Feather's belly broke the brief silence.
>”Hah, this human will probably make me sleepy in a bit, let's go.”
>With increased pace, you two leave the dismantled home behind.
>The original resident churning away in Feather's gut, you think to yourself.
“Don't know who's luckier, the girl in there, or me accompanying this crazy horse.”