Not My World

by Featherflint The Pegasus

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Human, Original Character
Length: 2468

Featherflint wakes up in a forest, disoriented.

Featherflint wakes up in a forest, disoriented. She seems to not be in Equestria, but in a strange place, with the storybook creatures called, "Humans." (A humanized "PoE" story)

Published 2012-02-23 21:04:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-02-26 20:48:24 UTC

Chapter 1

Featherflint's eyes flew open.
She was surrouned by a darkened forest and trees. It was freezing cold. Rain pelted down on her shoulders. She shivered and tucked her mane behind her ear. She sat up and stared at her... Hooves?

Normally where her hooves would be, were tanned, long fingers. She shrieked as she stared at her bare body, which was similar to what they described in storybooks. A human body. "Dear sweet Celestia..." She choked on her words. A small body of water, a pond made dim moonlight ripple on her new form. She slowly stood up on her new legs, and staggered over to the water. Pebbles cut into her feet, though she continued. Water skater bugs dashed away from where she collapsed near the pond, the reflection of her human face the last thing she saw.

***

"H-hello? Ar-are you alive, miss?" Inquired a shaky female voice. A uncertain finger tentitivally jabbed into her leg. The former pony's eyes shot open with a sharp gasp, and the finger recoiled as if pulling away form a mouse trap. A tall hominid standing on two limbs infront of her. Featherflint was sprawled in a large patch of mud, and smelled completely raunchy. She wrinkled her nose at herself in disgust. Her wings were crumpled and sore, and her form felt completely wrong. Not bad, just wrong. Wrong as her form felt extremely different.

The hominid standing before her was perhaps as tall as Princess Celestia herself; her mane was long, blonde, and braided, such as Applejack's, one of the elements of harmony. Her bright green eyes examined Featherflint's body in a concoction of concern, alarm, and mild disgust. The female being's phisique was fully clothed in a plaid shirt, and denim shorts, only exposing her thighs. The former pegasus's brow furrowed in confusion; the middle of the Everfree forest wasn't really the type of place someone would wear a full suit of clothing. Featherflint launched into a sitting position, her large maroon wings snapping out instinctively as she did so.

"Oh, god." The human girl backed away from Featherflint, startled by the red wings sprouting from the unclothed girl's back. She stared at them for what seemed like an hour, before finally speaking timidly.

"Who are you?" Asked the human.

Featherflint didn'nt speak for a while, seeing as she was just as startled as the hominoid. She steadied her breathing.
" Featherflint." She folded her crimson wings back in softly.

The blonde girl raised an eyebrow. "Featherflint?" Her inquisitive curiosity taking over, she asked, " Where on eath did you get a name like that?" As soon as she said it, she regretted her poor choice of words. Featherflint blinked.

Goodness, this creature was ignorant. Insulting her birth name. The absolute NERVE of this thing! Featherflint got up and tried to walk away, hoping the human wouldn't follow her. Of course, she did. The blonde girl ran after her, still keeping her distance, though not as nervous.

"Wait!" The girl grabbed her shoulder, wincing as her thumb brushed her wing. " You can't go around without clothes!"

Featherflint turned around. She looked appaled. " Why?" Her voice was small and hard to hear.

"Uh, because you're in a town! You can't just walk around stark naked and expect people to be okay with it! How in the world do you think that would be okay? You act as if you never wear clothes at all!" She examined Featherflints face. "Oh...Wait here. I'll be right back!" The blonde human ran off.

***
After about ten minutes of sitting on the ground, trying to warm herself in a beam of sunlight, the being returned. She carried a saddlebag, which she flung down on the muddy forest path and unzipped. The human unpacked a pile of brightly colored clothes, a white towel, a purple bottle filled with a cream like substance, a bar of soap, and the only recognizeable item from the bag was a fine toothed comb. The girl looked down at her, and tried to hide the fact that the wild girl smelled repulsive. "Would it, erm... be okay if you, um," She played with her fingers awkwardly. "Sort of bathed in the pond?"

Featherflint nodded and jumped into the pond, the water chillier than she had expected. She grabbed the soap from the edge of the pond and began to scrub herself.

The human coughed "Anyway, I'm Amy. Are you from here?"

The former pegasus shook her head. Amy gave her a strange look. "Then where did you come from? How did you get here?"

"I'm from Equestria. And, I don't know how I got here." She fibbed. All she remembered was who she was, and the lab she was in before everything went black. Featherflint bit her lip and pointed to the purple bottle. " What is that supposed to do?"
Amy laughed. " It's for your hair. It makes it clean and shiny."

"You mean... put it in my... my, uh, hair?" She tried her best to mimic the word she had said. She was pretty sure Amy was reffering to her mane.

"Err..." Amy looked confused. " Yeah, and then wash it out of your blue hair. Is it naturally colored like that?"

"Yeah." Featherflint awkwardly rubbed the cream from the bottle in her hair, and the dunked her head in the pool to wash it out. She got out of the water, and Amy tossed her a towel. The former Ponyville citizen dried off, and then was tossed a white bra and underwear. She put those on. Amy picked up the pile of clothes, which were similar to what she was wearing, then gave them to Featherflint. She looked at the garnments in her hands. A striped button up shirt, the same denim shorts the human was wearing, and a pair of size 5 running shoes. She put those on too. She used the comb to pull the tangles and some of the unwashed shampoo out of her hair.

"There." Amy looked satisfied, and she grinned. " Now you look presentable. Follow me." They walked off, silently through the noon sunlight, curvong through the paths and cutting through the grass.

Chapter 2

The sunlight was awfully bright. Featherflint desired to fly up and move the clouds, though thought twice when she remembered how Amy had reacted to her wings. How would all the other humans respond to her crimson feathers? She sighed quickly, casting a glance at the girl who resembled the element of honesty so much. Even her accent. She looked away from the blonde girl. She reminded the former pony of her home in Ponyville. The winged human wished she could return to her normal form. This, "Tennessee" place was creeping her out. People were staring at her in a strange way. Featherflint silently inquired why. Her wings weren’t showing anyways.

It was relatively silent traveling through the avenues, beside old brick buildings and houses. Once in a while they would ask each other awkward questions, like, " Where do you live?", or " How old are you?", which of course was replied in an awkward answer. Featherflint didn't really know where she was following Amy to exactly, but she trusted her. Maybe she could help her get home. If she ever believed where she was from, that is.

"So..." Began Amy. "Would it be in place to not tell anyone about your wings?"

The former pony pondered this for a moment. That was a good question. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to go around telling people that she had wings. Featherflint nodded and tucked her hair behind her ears. "That would be best." She said quickly, trying to avoid another strange conversation that would make herself look stupid. She already felt dumb enough as it was with everyone in town's eyes boring into her back.

Amy felt her braid, trying to think of something to make conversation. She usually could think of anything at all to talk about, but maybe it was Featherflint's wings, or the fact that Featherflint didn't really seem to want to talk. They turned a few corners, before coming to a tall metal playground. There was one child running and playing around the equipment, while a teenager watched them. The teenager looked vaguely familiar to Amy... Aw, great.

Tommy Jackson, the so called "Tough guy" In the school she went to. What a jerk. He was the entire reason she had hoped the school year would go faster. She tensed and turned away, hoping that he wouldn’t notice her.

"Are you okay?" Featherflint noticed Amy's sudden discomfort and quickened pace. She tried not to stare at Amy's flustered face. The human girl gestured to a boy with green hair, and a black leather jacket. He looked like he was the leader of the group; they were all crowding him and trying to get his attention. “Him? What about him?" Amy opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the shrill scream of a child.

He was at the very top of the fire pole, standing up and flailing his arms around. He was going to fall on the hard pavement! The teenagers and parent just stood there, eyes wide.

Idiots! Thought Amy. She and Featherflint were too far away to help. Amy closed her eyes, not wanting to watch the child fall. Suddenly, she felt a huge gust of air. She looked to her side, and Featherflint wasn't there. She had taken a running start across the dry grass, and large red wings had burst from two slits in the back of her shirt. Her wings started to flap wildly, and she took to the air. She steadily raised higher, going as fast as she could. She felt inches away from the Sonic Rainboom. A supposed mare's tail, until it was performed the year before in Cloudsdale by none other than the Element of Loyalty, Rainbow dash.

The child's wild screams and flailing arms did nothing to help regain his balance. He fell, and Amy gasped, looking down, her eyes shutting tight. Featherflint's eyes watered and her lungs filled with pain as she experienced new speed. The little boy fell faster and faster and time seemed to slow in a play by play in the winged girl's eyes. The teenagers didn't move, the father didn't move. Featherflint could taste the tension in the air as a red blur streaked across the playground. The adolescent child stopped screaming, knowing what befalled him. And then, Silence.

Featherflint hovered above the playground, panting, and sweat gleaming on her face. In her arms, she held a very surprised small boy, staring up at her in amazement. She slowly and carefully set the toddler down in front of the boy's father. She bolted over to Amy, who had now looked up and was watching in bewilderment.

"Run." Hissed Amy. The two girls took off down the street, as the bystanders at the park stared after them in amazement.

***

They ran down the sidewalks, the chilly evening atmosphere cooling down their overheated skin. The sunset was purple and yellow. Absolutely beautiful. They finally came to a tall apartment, by the name of Bartlett towers. Featherflint guessed silently that this was where Amy lived. Chests heaving, the two groggily came through the entrance, ignoring the strange looks they were getting from some employees. Shuffling over to the elevator, Amy pressed the up arrow and walked inside. Featherflint hesitated and did the same.

Amy sighed. The music was awful. Neil Diamond or something. She ought to complain about the terrible music they play in here. After an awkward two minutes in the elevator, there was a barely audible Ding , and the metal doors opened. Featherflint was the first to get out of the elevator, looking slightly troubled. If there was one thing Featherflint hated, it was small, confined spaces. Amy took out a ring of keys from her pocket, and used a sliver one to unlock a door.

They both stepped in the room. Featherflint looked around. This was definitely cleaner than all of her house in Ponyville. The bed was made, everything was tidy. Amy pointed to a guestroom.

"You look exhausted. Feel free to sleep."

No sooner than Amy was done the sentence, Featherflint fell down on the bed, not even bothering with blankets or pillows. Amy yawned and stretched her arms, hearing a small pop from her shoulder. She took out her braid, letting her silky blonde hair spill down on her shoulders. She sat down on her computer, an important part of her schedule, and started surfing the internet. She typed in, "YouTube” On Google. She clicked the link, and was sent to the homepage. She scrolled though most viewed videos in her state. Her eyes scanned the screen, finally resting upon a video. “Bird Girl Saves Child."

A lead ball dropped in her stomach, as she clicked on the blue lettering and watched the video. “Oh no."

Prologue

The exited chatter of voices filled the air.
"What will happen?"
"Will she survive?"
"This is dangerous..."
The blue maned Pegasus opened her eyes and stared at the wheeling bed she was attached to. Strapped down. The room was dark, despite the small blinking lights and loud beeps. A faint whirring was heard in the background.
“I think she's awake." Said a mare. She was all white, with a pink mane, and a crooked snout.

The Pegasus struggled against the straps. She couldn't get up. Her wings flapped rapidly, though it did nothing to move herself.
The whirring grew louder, but only by a bit. Her eyes opened fully, the pony's mane stuck up in places from the static. As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she could make out a clear Plexiglas tube around her. A light flashed on above her, stinging the mare's eyes. “Hgn..." She groaned. The whirring was a full on loud buzz now, and the blurry scientists were running around, like ants when the nest was kicked.
“Wait, she IS awake! Shut off the machine! Daisy, shut it off!" The buzzing noise was beginning to be a pain in her ears. It was getting louder.
"It won't shut off!" Shouted a panicky voice far off to the left. The light and buzzing noise were dulling her mind, making it more blurry than the glass tube she seemed to be in.

There was a siren beeping, adding to the blaring noise of the machine. The Pegasus couldn't get a grip on what was happening. The scientists began to fade away, and black ate at the corner of her vision. The lights in the tube went out, and the buzzing was no longer audible. Neither were the voices.