Half Past Octavia

“I-I…you-you…” was all that would come out of my mouth as I pointed between us randomly; I couldn’t form a proper sentence as she stared me down looking seriously pissed, her face bent into a scowl. Before I could vocalize further she rose to her feet and let out a loud and furious shout as I saw her eyes close shut and draw a hand back far behind her. At first it I just looked at her totally perplexed but I soon learned what her intentions were as she jetted her hand towards my cheek. Her palm met my face at seemingly astronomical speed as I saw the world spin and the loud echo of the impact thunder through the clearing. The slap made me fall back from my kneeling position onto my butt as I looked at her wide eyed and my hand pressed to where she hit me, covering the bright red hand print.

“You…you…” she began as drew her hand back again her ripped tuxedo and dress shirt flapping in the breeze that passed revealing her breasts every now and again, but then stopped as her look shifted from anger to confusion and she lowered her impending smack. “What are you?”

I had to admit, the question caught me off guard since I was busy waiting for another attack but once it registered I looked up at her. “What do you mean ‘what am I’?” I managed as I continued to stare at her, still dumbfounded as to her making out with me out of nowhere. She took a step closer to me, looking me over warily. “It’s an obvious question. What are you, I’ve never seen anything like you before in Canterlot and their zoo is rather extensive.” She retorted as she kneeled in front of me but then spotted her hands. She lifted them towards her face and then shrieked in terror. ‘Okay, this bitch is just crazy…’ I thought lamely as I watched her circle around inspecting herself and screaming at everything about herself she saw. “What am I?!” she shouted, her voice trembling as she passed her hands through her smoky hair. She looked as if she were on the verge of a nervous breakdown!

“Umm...a human?” I asked sarcastically, rolling my eyes at her. That was just plain common sense.

“Oh dear-” she began as she began to fan herself with her hand but cut off once her legs buckled from under her and she collapsed to the ground.

I immediately shot up from my position and rushed to her and put my fingers around her neck to check her pulse. She apparently fainted, most likely from freaking out the way she did. “Well shit…” I sighed to myself as I looked at her out cold on the floor. I had to take her somewhere and no doubt the hospitals and police departments had their hands full after what had happened moments before. I began to pick her up to carry her towards my dorm when I second thought it. ‘I can’t bring a half naked unconscious girl into my dorm! That screams rape, I’ll go to jail!’ I placed her down and began to think of a plan. Suddenly I had it! I put her in a little hidden spot to make sure no harm came to her and then rushed back to my dorm. Once I got inside I yanked the blue sheets from my bed and ran out the door, not even bothering to lock it. As I shot down the stairs I stepped on a piece of the sheet and nearly tumbled down the steps but kept going never the less.

I quickly found her again under one of the not burned up trees where I had left her and laid the blanket out on the grass. If I couldn’t carry her in I’d have to sneak her in like a boss. I picked her up and placed her on the edge of the blanket and then began to roll her in it until she was wrapped in a large blanket cocoon (maybe not my best plan ever but hey, it’s something!). Once she was wrapped up securely I picked her up and began to move back home. I quickly made it upstairs and to my door where there were a few people in the halls trying to get to their own dorms just as I thought they would which made me even more glad I thought of this plan even if it was stupid because they didn’t even glance over. I began to walk into my room but forgot to turn to the side to get her inside properly and accidently knocked the portion of the blanket cocoon where her head was at against the door frame, the impact making a dull thud. ‘Shit.’ I thought apologetically but then shrugged it off. ‘Eh, she won’t remember anyway…’

I fixed the positioning and then shuffled in, closing the door behind me with my foot. I placed her in my bed and rolled her out of the cocoon so that she was just comfortably covered. I sighed and sat myself on my trusty swivel chair and bit my finger lightly becoming engrossed in thought. I glanced at her while I was thinking a few times, she looked so peaceful and even more beautiful in her sleep but I couldn’t really put my finger on it. She looked at graceful as a ballerina but they don’t wear suits. Who was she? Where did she come from? Can I bang her? Were all the thoughts that shot through my mind as I looked at her, though that last one I kinda shot down due to her reaction in the clearing from her kissing me. Then my mind fell upon the kiss. I’ve done CPR on people before and not one of them ever did that before which was actually a relief because most of them were fat people that ate to fast in restaurants. What caused her to even do that? Was it on purpose? After a while I figured I should be a good host and go get her something to drink and eat from the cafeteria before she woke up. I opened the door quietly and left, locking it behind me. After about half an hour I began to climb the stairs to my building again with two cups of hot tea and a few bagels.

I held the platter with all the food on it in one hand and took my key from my pocket to unlock my door when I heard rustling from inside. At first I figured that she was probably just waking up but then the rustling was accompanied by loud shuffling and some thumps. I quickly unlocked my door and burst in, the platter of food still in my hand as I caught my guest rummaging through my closet. I closed the door behind me and placed the platter on the desk next to my computer and ran over to her. “Hey, hey, hey, hey, what’re you doing?” I asked irritably pointing at her as she sifted through my clothes.

“You ripped my clothes so I need new ones and since you dragged me,” she paused as she looked around with an unimpressed expression and put continued with distain. “Here, I will use yours.” Then she turned and said mockingly looking at me with a snobby expression, “If you don’t mind that is.” Then turned back to continue looking through my selection. I just rolled my eyes and turned around to attend the food I brought up. ‘What a bitch…’ I thought to myself as I began to decorate my bagel with cream cheese. After I finished the bagel I picked up my cup of tea and turned while sipping on it. I was about to offer her some when shit had just gotten real!

She was there, completely naked placing clothes on my bed to wear. I suddenly felt my tea rise from the back of my throat and all shoot towards a nearby wall in one massive spit-take. Her head snapped to me startled and then her tone melded into disgust. “What was that?” she asked now facing me entirely, her hands on her hips sassily.

I dropped my cup on the floor as it was empty now anyways from my spit-take and placed my hands over my eyes just leaving small slits between my fingers to see out of. “W-w-what are you d-doing?!” I croaked as I gazed upon her naked body through the cracks of my fingers. Truly flawless from head to toe she was, from her stunningly styled hair, her subtle and complementing curves and her breath taking violet eyes. But one thing however, I found particularly interesting aside from her sexiness was a medium sized purple tattoo of a treble clef on the side of her rear. I had seen that before but from where I had no clue.

“What has gotten into you? You’re quite odd.” She mumbled in her distinguished accent as she turned back to the clothes on the bed making sure that they matched and looked good.

“What’s gotten into me? You’re naked for Christ’s sake!” I exclaimed though careful not to shout it loud enough to get us noticed.

“And why is that an issue? Ponies are always naked…we only wear clothes on special occasions.” She answered back calmly as she slipped on one of my old black sweaters, her breasts jiggling slightly the jacket was pulled down.

My mini me liked the situation because he was beginning to stand at attention and honestly, I agreed with him but I had to ignore it for the time being. “Wait what? What do you mean ponies are always naked? Who are you?” I asked after being snapped out of my mesmerized state by her response one eyebrow cocked curiously. “Well, if you must know my name is Octavia. Pleasure to meet you mister umm…I’m sorry I didn’t quite catch your name.” she noted staring at me quizzically as she tilted her head to one side, her hair falling suit. “My name is Felix,” I started but then trailed off as I realized she still wasn’t wearing pants and could see her sacred region. My face began to flush a bright red. “And please put on some pants!” I seethed out of embarrassment.

To be continued…