A wetness on my forehead, a pressure on my wrist. The smell of something sweet filled my nostrils... lavender? The pressure lightened and brushed past my hand. I grabbed ahold of it, whimpering softly to whoever was present. I heard a ‘hush’ and the whispers of sweet nothings in my ear, clearly an attempt to console me.

Console me!? Where am I!? Who is this devil that has taken me captive!? “Where…” I mumbled, still not in full control of my body. I heard a gasp, and whoever was holding me pulled away. All but the hoof, that is. That remained clutched in my hand.

How does a hoof clutch a hand? My eyes opened slowly, and my question came out. “Where are my panties?”

I was face to face with a horse… type creature. A blushing, cream colored horse creature, to be exact. She smells of lavender, but not strong enough to be a perfume so maybe through contact with another person. Within close proximity of that person, maybe a lover? No, not the type. Posture suggests a certain shyness, so maybe a friend. One that may be attempting to make a move, but she wouldn’t be able to pick up on that.

Scent is strong, which means she has been with this friend recently. So either they know I am here, or she has just returned. Unless I have been out for a long time, it is the former.

Conclusion: This… mare… she found me and brought me in. While I do not feel pain, maybe I suffered an injury and she was forced to remove my panties.
“C-c-can you underst-stand m-me?” Nervous stutter confirms my suspicions somewhat. I nodded, relinquishing my hold on her hoof and taking an inventory of her looks. Her hair was a light pink color, very long, with a slight curl at the end. Her eyes… Her larger than life, sky blue eyes, wide with fear… or is it surprise? There is a strength behind them, certainly. “Are you… o-okay?” She extended her wings, letting them slowly return to their positions at her sides after a few moments. Wings... Pegasus? I slowly sat up, making sure to be as gentle as possible so as to not frighten her.

Is that genuine concern or an attempt to get my guard down? The timidity behind her words implies the former, but I can’t let my guard down. “I believe so. Where are my panties?”

She cast a glance over to my left, but quickly locked eyes with me again. “I had to take them off and wash them. They’re drying.” Her tone is much stronger now. She’s trying to gauge my reaction to determine how much of a threat I am. Clever girl… I’ll play along.
“They were… dirty?” Interesting. Most people will look towards something to confirm its existence, but if they are drying then clearly they aren’t behind me or to my left… unless they dry their clothes inside, which would be strange.
Perfect word for this situation, huh?Victory entered the room, looking around inquisitively before settling beside a bird feeder, poking it with a bit of interest. The pegasus nodded in reply to my question.

So if she isn’t drying my panties then that means something behind me caught her attention. She didn’t react with fear so that means it most likely isn’t a threat to her. If she thought I should know, however, she would have been vocal about such a thing.
Conclusion: There’s another person in the room. “Well… That should be fine, then. We’re alone, so it isn’t that big of a problem.” Her face took on a look akin to a deer in headlights and her eyes shot to just past my shoulder. “Are we alone?”

My eyes betrayed me. They shot to my side, catching a flash of lavender before I jumped away, spinning on my heel. Pain shot up my right leg, and my legs went out from under me. The floor rushed to greet me, but came up short as a purple glow surrounded my body and limbs, suspending me in mid air.

There was a clopping sound that went around the couch I had been sitting on and slowly approached me, before stopping within arm’s reach. “No, you aren’t alone. I’m sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt.” False apologies and tense tone of voice, she means none of it. Clearly she was eavesdropping, but I’ll play along.

“It’s alright… I’d advise against startling me, though. I wouldn’t want to hurt you.” Not five minutes and already I’m lying. Another way to look at it would be she managed to piss me off in less than five minutes. Gently, I was lowered to floor and placed in a sitting position, facing the particularly purple pegasus pony. I caught sight of the horn, however, and paused. Unicorn and a pegasus? Strange. “As it is now obvious that I am trapped, you may as well do whatever it is you wish.”

The pegasus-unicorn cocked her head at me. “If you think we want to hurt you, you couldn’t be farther from the truth. When you fell from the sky, Fluttershy was the one who caught you… sort of. She wanted to help you, since you seemed to be hurt if the blood was anything to go by.”

“I just came by to check on you two, since I couldn’t be sure of your intentions.” These ponies don’t seem to wear clothes, but she is clearly wearing a scarf. There is snow on her hooves, and her saddlebags seem to be full. She clearly came to drop supplies off for me. They’re going to keep me here. She set the bags on the floor beside the couch and nodded to me with a false looking smile. “Fluttershy, can I have a moment alone with him please?”

Oh dear. ‘Fluttershy’ nodded to the purple pony and walked off into another room. Alone, the pony dropped the smile. “I don’t want to assume the worst of you, but I received a letter from the Princess while I was getting supplies for you. There have been strange creatures that fit your description causing trouble all over Equus, and I can’t risk you being the same.”

So there are others. “I assure you, I’m not like most humans.” Truth. “So, you’re going to leave me here? Alone? With her?”

Her horn began to glow, and a necklace levitated over to my hands. “You’re going to put that on. And if you even think about hurting a single hair on Fluttershy’s head—”

I stopped her with a false smile of my own, draping the necklace over my head without a second thought. “I wouldn’t think of it.” That would disqualify me, after all. “I will cooperate with you, and will assist you with any of these humans should you need it. I do not expect you to trust me, but my words are worth their weight in gold.” Of course, how do you weigh sound?

The pony nodded slowly, taking in the words with a thoughtful look on her face. Finally, she answered, “No. I do not trust you. But I know Fluttershy can handle you from here, so I’ll be off. I’ll have questions for you, along with a friend to get you some heavier clothes, tomorrow. So get some rest…”

Do I tell her my true name, or tell her my original name? “Felicia. My name is Felicia Sky. And you are?”

“My name is Twilight Sparkle.” She left without another word to me or Fluttershy, who returned with two saucers and two teacups balanced on her outstretched wings.

“Where is Twilight?” she asked me, voice quiet with surprise.

I offered her my false smile, wondering if it would fool her. “She had to go, something about a library or whatever.” Saddlebags were full of books, reading glasses concealed in her scarf. Bags under her eyes means she was up late, but doing what? Reading glasses? Reading, clearly. The library bit was a shot in the dark, as usual. She matched my smile with a smaller, but more genuine one, and offered the teacup to me. I took it in my slender fingers and nodded my thanks.

She will be easily manipulated… but I somehow feel as though that wouldn’t work. This creature said I had to ‘make friends with a pony’ within a month. Somehow, I feel he would know if it was genuine or not. Even so, I can be done in a couple days with no problems. Plus, having a friend with knowledge of this world would give me a leg up on the other humans…
So that’s my goal? Make friends with this… Fluttershy…
What a stupid freaking name.Hardly inspires confidence in her defensive capabilities.

Author's Note

The next chapters will be at least as long as these first two combined, so no worries.
If Felicia's reactions to being in Equestria seem off, a lot of her inner thoughts will be explained more in depth in the following chapters.