Rebecca in Equestria

Chapter Uno

“And then I heard that Susan and Bobby broke up, and I was like 'What, again?!' Susan is such a slut! Just last night she was sleeping with Ricky!” an extremely high pitched voice said in my ear through my cell phone. I let out a silent groan. Her voice was loud and piercing, even when I hold the phone away from my ear as I was doing.

“That's real interesting, May, it really is,” I deadpanned as I tried to keep my eyes on the road in front of me. It was raining hard, it was past midnight, and I was dog tired. I really didn't want to hear my girlfriend's “troubles” right now, but I needed something to keep me awake.

“But that's not all, Rebecca! Johnny called me up and he must have been drunk because he kept telling me all kinds of things, it was really weird and it kinda scared me,” May continued to rant on.

I really couldn't care less what these people did. They were all her friends and half of them didn't even like me. Not that I like any one of them. They were all too preppy. Sure May was preppy too, but she was pretty hot. I often times wonder how I got with a girl like May. Then she speaks and I remember. It wasn't so much her voice, but what she talked about. It was either some guy named Shawn or a girl named Sharon. I honestly don't know why I’m still dating her. She's annoying, loud, disrespectful, and I’m pretty sure she's cheating on me with this Johnny guys she keeps talking about. I think it's because I like the companionship. It's pretty hard to find a girlfriend in a small town if you're a lesbian. But that's all going to change. I'm moving to a bigger city with my friend, Brian. He has a pretty big apartment that he offered to share so long as I can keep up with rent. It'll be great for my projects.

“Rebecca! Are you even listening to me?” May screeched over the phone.

“Yeah, babe, I am-” I thumbed the end call button and threw my phone on the passenger side seat, “not.” I rub a hand over my face, taking a second to wipe my eyes, trying to keep myself awake. I couldn't take anymore of her. She was best handled in doses. Small doses.

I was driving on a pretty dead highway. No cars in sight, and lush green forest on each side of me. I turned up the radio, it was playing some pop song from the radio, and picked up my cold cup of coffee and took a swig.

I hated driving alone. It was so boring, with no one to keep your attention. After a few minutes of driving I was tempted to call up May again, but I decided not to. I thought of other people to call. Brian was asleep, Hector was working, Sara never answered her phone, and Emily didn't have a phone. A stray though came to me. I need more friends.

Well, I had plenty of friends. Sure they were internet friends, but they still counted. Right?

I picked up my coffee again and drank the rest of it in one go. I tossed the empty cup on the floorboard, it joining the 20 or so discarded Kit Kat wrappers. I have an unhealthy addiction to Kit Kats. Still looking at the road I lean over and open the glove box and more Kit Kats fell out of it and onto the floorboard.

“Shit,” I muttered as my eyes shift from the road and the Kit Kats on the floorboard then back again. The road ahead of me was straight and I didn't see any cars. Not that I could see far anyways. My headlights only let me see about twenty feet ahead of me and I needed to get them changed.

Satisfied that I had a straight enough road ahead of me I quickly ducked down and reached for a fallen Kit Kat. I groped around amongst the discarded Kit Kat wrappers for a whole one. Once I felt my finger touch a whole one I quickly wrapped my fingers around it and pulled myself upright.

I looked back at the road. “Shit!” I yelled as I quickly jerked the wheel to the right, narrowly avoiding the car that came out of nowhere. I heard the car honk as I passed it. “Holy shit!” I hissed as I turned around, looking at the red tail lights fading into the dark. I quickly spun myself around again and took a deep breath. I could feel my heart threatening to bust out of my chest. “Jesus that was scary!”

It took a few moments for my heart to calm down. When it finally did I came to a realization.

I lost my Kit Kat.

“Dammit!”

I drove past a giant green sign that said there was a bed and breakfast only a mile away.

“Oh thank God!” I silently said. Finally there was somewhere I could get some sleep. Damn I needed some rest.

~>~<~

The bed and breakfast was a rather small, homey looking building. It looked about three stories high and it had a sign on it saying “Terry and Terry's Bed and Breakfast” and underneath it it had a smaller sign that said “Vacant”. The parking lot was just a gravel lot that was currently a milky gray. Only three other cars sat in the parking lot and I parked far away from them so I wouldn't risk scratching my car. I don't trust other drivers. I turned off the ignition and popped the trunk. I reached back to the back seat and grabbed a dark blue hoody and slipped in on before gabbing my keys and stepping out into the rain. I flipped up my hood, locked my car, and ran around to my truck and pulled out a duffel bag. I slammed the truck down and ran towards the door that had a neon open sign lit up in it's window and ran through it.

“Jeez,” I let out under my breath as I shook out my sleeves, water flying from my sleeves. I pulled my hood back, took off my tan military cap and shook off it's water before replacing it on top of my head, and walked towards a receptionist desk and dinged a little bell on the counter. A few seconds later a little old lady came shuffling into view.

“Oh dear heavens, you're soaked!” she cried when she saw me.

I let out a forced laugh and put ton a fake smile. “Yeah, I was hoping you had a room available for the night?”

“Of course, of course,” she said pulling a book out from under a drawer in the counter. She opened it to a page and put on glasses. “Let's see here, room 3 is open and it's $25 a night.”

“Perfect,” I said as I reached in to my pockets and pulled out some crumpled bills. I gave her a twenty and five ones. I signed a check-in book and got a key with a big number three on the tag I asked if she could get me up it the morning and she said that she would do her best. I thanked the lady, who's name I didn't even ask for, probably Terry, and headed into the foyer. A staircase sat in front of me. A wave of tiredness wash over me and I groaned to myself and stepped onto the stairs.

I trudged my feet up the carpeted steps, my clothes were soaked and I was dripping water everywhere, but I didn't care. I adjusted the duffel bag on my shoulder. I reached the top of the stairs and turned right and walked until I found door number 3. I put my key in it's lock and unlocked it. I stumbled through the door, closing it behind me, and let my duffel bag drop on the floor. I didn't bother to turn on the lights as I wouldn't need them. Though there was just a little light coming from the window.

I tossed my cap onto the table, stripped off my jacket and let it fall to the floor. I undid my button up shirt, letting that also to fall to the floor. I stepped on the heels of my sneakers to get them off, stripped off my socks, and pulled down my pants. I left them on the floor as well. I reached behind my back and undid the clasp to my bra and tossed it on the table and climbed into bed, pulling the heavy blankets over me.

I nuzzled my cheek into the soft pillow and let out a deep sigh. I felt a little uncomfortable still in my damp panties, but I was didn't care. I fell asleep in minutes.

~>~<~

Knock knock knock

“Dear? Are you up?”

“Ngh?” I mumbled as I slowly nuzzled the pillow.

Knock knock knock

“Dear?”

“Yeah?” I mumbled out loudly.

“You asked me to wake you dear?”

“Uh,” I said as I opened my eyes. It was a little brighter in the room than last night. I rubbed my eyes and sat up on my knees on the bed. “Thanks!” I yelled.

“You're welcome! Breakfast is downstairs!”

“Thanks!” I yelled again. I check my watch and saw that it was 8:00. Right on the dot. I slowly crawled out of bed and stumbled to the light switch by the door. I flicked it on and immediately regretted it. I slowly cracked my eyes open, letting them adjust to the light. I stumbled to the bathroom and flicked on the light in there. I took off my crummy feeling underwear and did my business. After I was done I opened the bathroom pantry and pulled out a fluffy white towel and set it on the toilet lid. I took a very refreshing warm shower that I really needed.

I wiped the fog off the mirror and looked into my reflection. I had orange hair that was cut so it evenly hung just past my ears all around my head, my bangs were parted in the middle. I had bright green eyes with freckles that covered my nose. I was about 5 foot 3 and 129 pounds, last time I stepped on a scale. I was kinda short, but incredibly cute. I worked hard for that too.

I cracked my neck and left the bathroom, grabbing my underwear and the towel off the floor and headed back into the main room. I tossed them on the messy bed and grabbed my duffel bag off the floor. I opened it and dug out some clothes. A white t-shirt, men's blue jeans with the heels worn out of them, socks, and a bra and panties and a hemp belt that had frayed edges. I put them on, then I put on my sneakers. They were still wet but I didn't have time to throw them in a drier. I stuffed the clothes I discarded all around the room in my duffel bag, after taking my wallet, keys, and phone out of my pants pocket and putting then in my new pants, and zipped it close. I picked up my hoody and pulled it on.

I threw my duffel bag over my shoulder and grabbed the room key. I left the room and as I closed the door I let out a big yawn. I headed down the stairs and took a left into a carpeted dining room type of room with five small rounded tables with three chairs at each table. There was a young couple sitting at a table chowing down on plates of food and an old lady reading the newspaper. It was the same old lady who I checked in with last night.

“Are you leaving dear?” she asked when I stepped into the room.

“Yeah, I gotta get out of here. I have to hit Jamestown by noon,” I said, handing her the key back.

“Oh, please tell me you at least plan on eating something. You're as thin as a rail,” she said, walking to a bar that had food on it. It seemed as though this old lady was a caring type of woman.

“Sure, I can't pass up the most important meal of the day, huh?” I asked with a smile as I picked up a couple of muffins. “Though I’m going to have to eat on the road.”

“Oh, well, have a safe drive, dear. It's still raining hard out there,” the old lady said.

Damn, it still was. I think it even started raining harder. I flipped my hood up and ran for my car, a light purple 1970 Dodge Challenger. It was my fathers car when he was 16 and he fixed it up for me when I tuned 16, four years ago. It took a few tries to get the engine running but when it did I was on the road again. There were more drivers on the road but there weren't as many as there would be on a normal day. I turned on the radio and tuned it in to a weather station.

“...flooding around Yellow county and in some parts of northern James county. Sorry folks but it seems this storm will last for a few more days. I advise you to stay in-”

I turned the radio back to the pop channel that I was listening to last night and let out a big groan.

“Perfect,” I mumbled under my breath and pinched the bridge of my nose. Just what I needed. I moved my foot around and I hit something small and rectangular. A smile broke over my face. Just what I needed. I quickly reached down and picked up the Kit Kat. With one hand on the wheel I tore open the Kit Kat with my teeth and took out a bit bite.

“Mmm,” I hummed. It was heaven in a candy bar. Normally I wouldn't like chocolate but Kit Kats are an exception. Though I probably should be eating the muffins. I’ll eat them next.

I threw the wrapper on the floorboard along with the others. I didn't like to dirty up my car, but I don't really have much of a choice. Oh well, I always clean it on the weekends. I picked up a muffin that I set on the dashboard. I picked off the wrapper with my teeth and took a bite of it. Carrot. Interesting taste, but not bad at all. I sorta felt like a rabbit eating it. I took another bite out of it and was slowly chewing when suddenly I heard a loud screeching sound, like metal on metal. I dropped the muffin out of surprise. Then my vision was full of bright light. The sound got louder and it started to seem like it slowed down, distorting itself.

Then nothing. Nothing but darkness.

~>~<~

Soft. So soft. Something under me was so soft. It was like a cloud, just less wet. It was amazing. Though my head was aching a little bit. It didn't hurt but it was incredibly annoying. I slowly cracked open one eye and let light flood my vision. Apparently the opening of my eyes cued the rest of my body to wake up because I was as stiff as a board. I let out a groan and stretched out my arms, trying to get the blood moving again, then sat up.

The room I was in had white walls with yellow trim, an empty hospital bed besides my own that looked like my own just smaller, a wooden bedside table that had a lamp, a glass of water, and a book on it. There was a window but the curtain was drawn and there wasn't a window on it. I reached for the water and drank it all in one gulp. I was incredibly thirsty. I took a deep breath and tried to clear my head.

The last thing I remember was driving while eating a muffin, a screeching noise, a bright light, then waking up in this hospital. At least I think it's a hospital. It had to be a hospital but I was still wearing my clothes from earlier. Weren't they suppose to take your clothes off and dress you in a paper gown with the back open so the world can see your butt? I wasn't sure, I've never been in a car crash and needed to be taken to the hospital unconscious.

My legs started to get pins and needles and just stretching them out wasn't working so I got the idea to stand up. It wasn't like I was hooked up to any equipment. Not that there was even any equipment in the room. Now I was certain there was suppose to be equipment in the rooms.

I lightly shook my head and gripped the side of the bed and swung my feet over the edge. They even left my shoes on. I stood up and almost went straight back down, but I caught myself in time. I could feel all my stuff in my pockets but my hat was nowhere in sight.

I took a deep breath and stood straight. I cracked my back and only almost fell twice. My legs felt kinda numb but with pins and needles, and they felt strong but they wouldn't hold my weight too well. It was a very weird feeling. I took a slow step forwards and when my foot hit the ground I could feel more normal feelings shoot through my leg. I took another with my other foot and again I was getting more feeling back into my legs.

Rattle rattle

I looked up at the door just as it was opening.

A small horse walked in. I had to blink a couple of times. The small horse was dressed in a white lab coat with what looked like a brown toupee on and it had light brown fur. I also caught sight of a mark on it's butt. It looked like one of those medical staffs with the snakes on it. I slowly raised an eyebrow in question at this hospital's sanitary policy.

“Damn,” I muttered under my breath.

“Oh, thank Celestia you're finally awake!” the small horse said, chuckling to itself, a smile upon it's face. “Princess Luna wasn't even sure if you would live or not.”

I couldn't do anything but stare and open and close my mouth like a fish out of water, trying to find words as my brain made sense of the situation. A horse just talked. I would say I was probably dreaming, but you can't feel pain in dreams. My brain was trying to find something to do when it stepped forwards.

“Um, ma'am?” it asked.

My brain had finally found something to do. That was to make my body let out a high pitched scream and take a giant step back, fall onto and over the bed and land head first on the hard ground.