>It's been about a week or so since you ended up in this forest... you think. It might've been more, you can't remember.
>All things considered, you've managed to adapt fairly well. you managed to fashion a crude spear for hunting and fishing, and with Baloo's help, you managed to figure out which berries were edible, and which ones gave you nasty stomach issues.
>You also learned to stay away from those weird blue plants. You had seen what it had done to a few of the creatures that dwelled here, but also managed to find a herb that they would ingest to counter the effects. As a result, you stocked up on plenty of the herbs in case you or your ursine companion wandered into the stuff on accident.
>While you were doing well in terms of keeping yourself fed or in good health, your appearance and hygene left something to be desired. Your clothes were now in tatters; your shirt, or what was left of it was still adorning your arm, and draped over your midsection. Your pants were torn to the point that they were more or less shorts, or maybe capris, considering their length. Your boots remained intact, thankfully.
>lifting up an arm, you took an experimental whiff of your pits, and immediately regretted it, holding back the urge to empty your stomach of the berries you had ingested for breakfast earlier.
>Baloo, who had been gorging himself on a well-earned chunk of honeycomb, laugh his wheezy, Muttley laugh, and you responded with a playful shove. Baloo responded in kind, and unfortunately for you, sent you rolling down a sharp decline into a clearing.
 
>As you collected your wits and studied your surroundings, you heard voices. Voices that spoke ENGLISH.
>"Did you guys SEE that?"
>"Why, I reckon ah did..."
>"What IS that creature, though? I don't think I've ever seen anything like it..."
>Wait, what? You look around confused, scanning the area for the creature in question, finding nothing. Moments pass, and you call out to the voices you heard earlier.
"Hello? Is anyone out there?"
>There was a silence, followed by a hushed chattering between the voices. Perking your ears, you could barely manage to make out what was being said.
>"Did that thing just TALK? In Equestrian?"
>"Ah seen it, but ah jus' don't believe it..."
>"UnbeLIEVEable! This has gotta be some kind of dream. There's no way that... hairless ape... thing can talk! It's probably just repeating what it's heard."
>Hairless ape thing? Equestrian? what the hell were they talking about? You've had enough.
"I can HEAR you, you know. And I DON'T appreciate being called a hairless ape."
>There was rustling behind a bush, followed by arguing, and what followed next, you could hardly believe.
 
>You could handle landing in the middle of some forest that you had little to no knowledge of.
>You could handle yourself among the strange flora and fauna that inhabited said forest.
>But talking horses... TINY talking horses, to be precise, were where you drew the line.
"Wut."
>You didn't have any time to say anything else; the three horses... er, ponies... whatever they were all ran off, deeper into the forest, screaming their heads off about a talking monster.
>You cursed. They all seemed to be a bit too young to be wandering through this forest, regardless of the fact they were all in a group. You scramble back up the hill, unaware that there was a fourth presence watching your little "conversation" with the ponies.
>The mare stepped out of the shadows where she was hidden, looking at where you had disappeared, off to help the three strange ponies.
>"Strange though it may be, to be concerned for the fillies three, perhaps there is no need to worry... Still, the safety of the Crusaders is top priority."
>And with that, the mare slunk back into the shadows.
 
>Meanwhile, you were busy chasing after those horse-things, making sure they wouldn't get themselves eaten.
>You grabbed your spear from its resting place at the base of your tree, and grabbed your hardhat from a nearby branch. Shit was going down, and you had to be prepared. Baloo, being the smarter-than-average bear that he was, followed after you. What concerned you concerned him too, after all.
>You run through the forest, intent on finding the ponies.
>Things were quiet. Not good. Quiet in a forest usually equaled bad things. Very bad things.
>You quickened your pace when you heard a scream belonging to one of the pony-things, followed by a roar. A roar that you had become rather familiar with during your stay in the forest. You could easily see it through the forest canopy, despite the fact you still had yet to find the ponies. It was just that big. It was another bear, except this one looked much bigger, meaner, nastier, and more purple in hue than the big ol' bear bud you were acquainted with. They were easily ten times the size of Baloo, maybe even more.
>You ran faster.
 
>You finally reach a clearing where you see the three pony-things, and an idea forms in your head. A stupid idea, but an idea nonetheless.
>You climb up a nearby tree, scrambling up the trunk as fast as you could, your eyes fixed on the massive purple bear that stomped closer and closer to the trio of ponies. When you were high enough, you gripped a nearby vine, and grinned.
>You then let loose the best goddamn Tarzan yell you could muster, and you swung towards the massive bear, spear in hand, letting go ove the vine as you reach the apex of the swing, and landed amidst the fur on its knee. Without hesitating, you thrust the spear into its knee, causing it to howl in pain.
>Struggling to keep a grip on its purplish fur as it swung at you, and attempted to fling you from its leg, you shouted at the trembling ponies.
"You three! Get out of here, now! Go!"
>That was all it took for the three to disappear back into the forest, and hopefully, towards safety.
>Now you had to deal with a pissed off giant bear. Great.
 
>Okay brain, status report
>Well, you swung from a tree onto a giant bear, yelling like Tarzan, stabbed said bear in the knee, all so a few ponies could escape.
>Okay, anything else, brain?
>Well, we currently seem to be heading towards that cliff after that bear flicked us like a booger off of its leg
>Oh yeah. What do you suggest we do now, brain?
>Panic.
>Gotcha.
>You scream as you hear the distinctive "CRUNCH" of an arm being shattered into what could possibly be a fine powder. Hopefully it wasn't as girly of a scream as you thought it was.
>You tumble down the cliffside, lying on your side as you clutch your considerably fucked up left arm, watching as the massive bear rears back on its hind legs, letting loose a positively DEAFENING roar.
>Eardrum status: Shattered. Ow.
 
>You're in such blinding pain that you forget that you were being followed by Baloo.
>He runs right inbetween you and the other bear, growling, snarling and carrying on. You'd applaud your buddy's bravery, but you were short one FUNCTIONAL ARM.
>Unfortunately, he's swatted aside like a fly, leaving you alone with this thing.
>Fuck.
>As you begin to lose consciousness, you hear three familiar, panicked voices. You can't make out what they're saying, but it didn't matter; you were dead meat anyway.
>Some time passes, and you wake up in what you assume to be a library. You groan as you sit up, tossing aside a blanket that was rather small for your size. You hiss as pain lances up your arm, and realize it's in a cast.
>"Hey! You need to be lying down, you're probably still in a lot of pain."
"No shit, Sherlock."
>God damn it brain, now's not the time for sarcasm.
>"My name's not 'Sherlock', it's Twilight!"
>You groan. Someone needed to teach this chick about sarcasm. You lean over to find out that said chick is not a chick. Well, she IS, just not one of the human variety.
"Oh Goddammit, ANOTHER ONE?"
 
 
>Your eyes widen as you begin to lose your balance, toppling out of the bed... right onto your injured arm, causing you to scream. You roll onto your back, gasping for breath, but before you can climb back into the rather small bed, you find yourself floating in midair, and promptly tucked in, unable to get a word in edgewise.
>"Jeez... I TOLD you to stay in bed. Someponies just don't listen..."
>You couldn't help but stare, dumbfounded. Nevermind the fact she was a purple talking pony... er, unicorn, if the horn was anything to go by, but did that horn GLOW when you were tossed back into the bed, not unlike a ragdoll? You couldn't help yourself as you scramble backwards, your back pressed up against the wall as the blanket became entangled in your legs.
"What the heck?! W-Was that MAGIC? What's going on here?!"
>"That's what I should be asking! Here I am, busy studying when Applejack's sister and the other Cutie Mark Crusaders come running to me and asking me and my friends to come help somepony in the Everfree Forest!"
> Who the heck was Applejack? For that matter, what were the Cutie Mark Crusaders? Was she USING MAGIC?
 
>She gets up on her hind legs, waving her forelegs... er, arms... whatever they were around emphatically as she continued her tirade.
>"Not only do we find out that said 'somepony' isn't a pony at all, he's at the mercy of a Celestia-forsaken URSA MAJOR! I immediately regretted going out there, but NOOO, Fluttershy just had to get attached to the 'poor, unfortunate creature' and ask me to save it! Why I listen to her sometimes, I'll never know, why, just the other day..."
"Uh, still here, you know."
>Ah, don't worry about Twilight. She gets like that sometimes."
>You turn around to face the source of the new voice, and your eyes widen when you come face to face with what seems to be a freaking DRAGON.
>"Uh, hello? You okay? You're looking kinda pale there, buddy..."
>You try to speak, but only manage to gurgle, words lost to you as your brain tries to reboot. Your eyes roll back into your head and you promptly black out.
>"Oh man! Twilight, he's fainted again!"