Off to a Human Adventure.

Chapter IV

A long walk down a Short Pier

“No! Fuck you! You found her! You keep her!” Yelled Gil as he sprinted for the door, Kurt quickly blocking it to prevent him from escaping.

“Yes I did, but now, I give her to you!” You push Vinyl forward as you said that.

“I refuse!” Replied Gil as he placed his hands on her chest and pushed her back. This sent a natureal impulse to her brain.

“Hands to yourself Brony!” Yelled Vinyl as she quickly grabbed his hand and twisted it. Gil ignored this and stepped back into Kurt.

“This. Is. None negotiable!” Yelled Kurt as he stepped away from the door way. A look of frustration was slowly working it’s way onto Nat’s face.

“Michael you fuck, you found her, that means YOU take care of her!”

“Dude! The last creature I tried to take care of fucking starved to death while I played CoC!”

“So? That was Hamster! This is a girl, she’ll bitch at you when you need to do something!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!! GIL, TAKE HER!!” Yelled Nat at the top of his lungs. Fuck, Nat yelling? Ah!, he’s listening! Yes, now I can go jack off.

“Fine, you fucking win, *sigh* fine.” With that Gil slowly walked out, stopped at the door, motioned for Vinyl to follow. And she did, she was practically shaking because of Nat.

Once they had left the dorm, Kurt turned to Nat and yourself.

“Didn’t she forget clothing?” Asked Nat.

“Yes, I’m sure Gil will figure it out. Also, what’s her name?” Asked Kurt.

You walked down to the parking lot, but it wasn’t until you got to your car you realized that this girl, who you are now completely reasonable for, is completely naked! You quickly look around, no one. By god, the luck of my ancestral Irish blood is running think!

“Uh, what the hay is this?!” Questioned the girl as she stood in awe. Without a moment's hesitation you pulled off your shirt, exposing your chest and torso, it was covered in burn marks, scars, and even a bullet wound, and you throw it to her.

“Put it on.” You commanded. Better a minor than a major charge for public nudity. She gave you a look of confusion, but obeyed. “Okay, get in, we need to get you to a safe place.”

“Wait! What?! Is someone after me?! Is that why you and Michael were arguing about me?!” She questioned with the panic of a psychopath. This is going to a long fuckin- Wait, how long do I need to stay with her?! Oh please god let her leave before Jaq get here!!

“No, just put it on and get in.” Once again you raised your voice. Vinyl nodded and opened the door. Very clumsily I might add.

The drive to the Canadian side of the campus wasn’t very long, only about five minutes. However along they way you and Vinyl had a talk.

“Where are we going?”

“Canadian Campus.”

“Why?”

“I live there.”

“Oh, what are we going to do there?”

“Sleep, get you some clothes, and eat.”

“Eat? I could go for a nice big Hay Burger.”

“....... Uh, what?”

“A Hay Burger, you know, buns with tomato, onion, pickles, hay, chess, and another bun?”

“Humans can’t eat hay.”

“Wait, what DO you eat?” Okay, she’s from Equestria, don’t lie to her, but don’t tell the whole truth.

“We eat fruit and vegetables, apples, oranges, grapes, potatoes, rice, wheat, st- spice.”

“Oh, is that all we eat?” Using 'we' already.

“Nope.”

“What else it there?”

“Tons. Most of our planet is water, but the parts that arn’t are mostly covered in trees, and those trees old a lot of food, but in the Old World, most tree have been cut down.”

“Yeah, Michael told me.”

“So, you just opened your eyes, and you were here. No flash of light, no skies changing blood red, no heavenly voice, nothing?”

“Like I said, nothing, I wonder how long it’s been.”

“From what I read, a day in Equestria is a full year on Terra. So you have about, 14 years to waste. Or look for a way home, but you never know, you might like it here.”

“Not a chance in Tartarus.”

“Yeah, I heard a few people say that, anyway, we’re here.” You and Vinyl pull up to a seven story red and white brick build, with the Canadian Nation School Sigil on it.

“Let’s go.” Said you as you opened to door and placed your right foot on the concrete.

“How?” Asked Vinyl as she looked about the door.

“Pull the lever.” Replied you as you stepped out.

“Oh, sorry.” Said Vinyl in a sheepish tone.

Vinyl stepped out of the car, a look of awe crept it’s way onto her face.

“How?!” Asked Vinyl as she cocked her head back to look at the roof.

“What? The building?” Asked you in response.

“Yes, how it you make it so tall?” Asked Vinyl as she took a few steps back to get a better view.

“It’s only seven stories, most buildings built in 2025 were ten stories at the very least.” Replied you as you looked up at the building then at her.

“In Ponyvill, the tallest build is Town Hall, and it’s only four stories.” Said Vinyl as she looked down from the build and her you.

“Yeah, we’re a few hundred years ahead of Equestria.” Replied you as you headed for the front door, Vinyl reluctantly followed.

“Hey you, oh who’s you friend?” Asked Desk Manager Belfont.

“One who going to be staying for awhile.”

“Ah, well it’s fall, show you should wear more than a pair of jeans, short shorts and a large tee-shirt.” Laughed Belfont.

“Uh, yeah, I know, had to get to Mike’s really quickly, didn’t have time for a shirt.” Said you as you shrugged in response.

“It’s a good thing Jaq isn’t here, she might take you to that back alley and give to good pounding!” Laughed Belfont as she typed a few words and commands into her data pad.

“Yeah and not the good kind.” Replied you as you walked past her and you to the stairs. Once you were on the second floor Vinyl spoke up.

“Who is ‘Jaq’?”

“An OLD friends, she and I have been partners in crime longer than even Michael.” You replied as you pasted the second floor door and headed for the third floor.

“Oh, so are you too? You know?” Asked Vinyl with a hit of sexual suggestion.

“HA!, fat chance, no guy within a million miles could ever dream of touching her, she’s gay.” Replied you as you pasted the third floor door.

“Yeah, most people are.” Replied Vinyl as she stopped at the third floor door and looked at it.

“Nope, gay is slang for homosexual, guys who like guys, girls who like girls. You know one time Michael tried to change that, and you know what she said after?” Ask you as you stopped at the fourth floor door.

“No.” Replied Vinyl in a tone that made it sound more like ‘Tell me asshole’.

“ 'Man, this is why I like girls, they last longer'. Michael flipped shit! He went walking round the party on a rant about how he lasted thirty straight minutes!” You laughed as you recalled the memories.

“THIRTY MINUTES?!? Most Stallions only last a few, but thirty minutes?!” Asked Vinyl as she sprinted up the remaining flight of stairs.

“Uh, yeah. Trust me, after 8 years of partying, you learn to last.” Replied you as you opened to door and headed down the hall on the left of the door.

“How long can you last?” Asked Vinyl.

“If it’s casual, about twenty five minutes.” Replied you as you slowed your pace.

“And if it’s not?” Asked Vinyl as she walked beside you.

“An hour, but after that I’m fucking giving up.” Replied you as you walked past rooms numbered 203, 205, and 204.

“An hour... Buck! Care to test that?” She licked her lips as she said it.

“Nope, out of condoms, Kurt took ‘em all.” Replied you in a coy tone.

“So?” Asked Vinyl.

“On Terra, we get STDs.” Replied you with the slyest face you could muster.

“Are you saying I’m a slut?!” Asked Vinyl as she stopped in disbelief, you kept on walking.

“You just asked if you could fuck after only knowing me for about seven minutes.” Replied you as you rolled you shoulders.

“Yeah, but now I know you can go for hours at a time.” Replied Vinyl as she checked her nails.

“True, but after an hour, I finish inside and you yell and scream about getting pregnant. I’d rather keep my room in one piece.” Replied you as you glanced at her.

“Fine, are there yet?” Asked Vinyl in the best little kid voice you have ever heard.

"You shut your fucking mouth, but yes, we’re here.” You reach for the lock with key in hand.

The door creaked open to reveal your room, only it looked as if some one flipped it upside down, then shocked it around, flipped it back over, throw it cross a foot ball field, and then put it back.

“CONRAD!!!!!!!!” You yelled at the top of your lungs.