“Thank you miss” you say to the clerk as you turn around to leave the store. You didn’t get much, a few fruits and vegetables you were going to make into… something. Things weren’t to different here is this world of ponies, there just wasn’t very much meat products… and severe lack of humans, the only one being yourself, of course. Not that you’re complaining, everypony here is rather polite to you, even though you’re so out of the ordinary. A two legged creature with no hooves, only feet and hands, with those weird appendages on them… those appendages being your fingers and toes.

Though it’s not all bad, a little less than a year of you being around made most the general population of Ponyville aware of the strange being walking amongst them, so the majority stopped staring. It’s not even the staring that bugged you, the faces they made, of confusion and trying to wrap their head around just what the hell you were exactly. Well Twilight still does that to you, as well as constant research and studies of your body, even the more private parts of your body. In fact it was her magic that brought you here in this realm, ‘Testing’ communications with outer realms and planets. That’s when ‘Testing’ turned into black hole based portal in your bedroom that sucked you in. You’re thankful that you were wearing normal clothes and not your PJ pants when you slammed down in the middle of her library. At least she’s paying you for these experiments and observations of your body, you just wish they were less… in depth. Persisting you to get naked while she studies you, you can understand why in a sense, but lately she’s been oddly flirtatious with you, and suggesting things that are no longer applicable to science or the human structure…

Shaking the thought, you continue walking back. double checking you got everything in your baggy, you only have so much energy to cook, you definitely don’t wanna turn around just because you forgot the potatoes or something. Kinda hard to see the contents of the bag though, having to hold it closer to your face, it looks extremely foggy out, but it had just rained recently so it kinda makes sense. Suddenly you hear laughing, not playful laughing either, somewhat maniacal, shortly after followed by a cry out in pain. Immediately you look around you, squinting your eyes to get a bit better perception, until you make out a several figures not to far away in the direction of the park, they’re small enough to be foals, this can’t be good.

“Hey!” You scream out, pacing yourself to them, trying to sound intimidating as to get them to stop their charades, and hoping what you think was happening wasn’t happening. Though it appears so, 3 of them gasp and murmur something to themselves and flee, and a lone figure sits alone, curled up, visibly shaking as you draw closer, you’re practically running now. They were bullying somepony else.

You can still see the suspects trotting away, though obviously running they’re not very rush about getting away from the likes of you, you might be able to catch up to them. You take notice to the injured filly, though it’s not life threatening, she is scraped and bruised, it’s more the whimpering and shaking that makes you want to help calm her down. Well, time to make a decision.

You console the hurt filly.

You chase after the suspects.

Or… [Coming Soon]

Author's Note

The 3rd option may take a while to work on. I just wrote the 2 others in a row and they had me beat, and no not beating my meat . I was exhausted, and may not work on this for a while, so I'm putting this story on Hiatus in the mean time.