My Little Pony: The Silvermane

Darkness... The only thing that Paul Silvermane, werewolf and handyman extaordinaire, could see as he opened his eyes. Observing the lightless enviroment around him for a moment, he let out a low groan, his head aching painfully. Paul attempted to raise himself off the ground where he lay, dragging himself onto all fours sluggishly, untill a wave of nausea hit him abruptly, ceasing any further attempt to move.

He took a few moments to relax, closing his eyes tightly once more, breathing heavily as he tried to will the pain coursing through his head away, his entire body shaking with effort as he did... Just as suddenly, the pain that had wracked his body, abruptly subsided leaving Paul uneasy and bewildered. A cool breeze began to wash over him, refreshing his senses and bringing the sounds of birdsong and the rustling of leaves.

Paul peered out into his surrounds, his eyes adjusting slowly to the poor visibility, he began to make out rough shapes within the shadowy darkness. Bracing himself against a nearby tree while staggering to his feet, still feeling unsteady. Running his hand through his short, dirty blond hair. "Where the heck am I now...?" He mumbled, not sure what to make of the entire situation, trying to remember how he got to this place...

He remembered... Leaving his house, heading out in high spirits to meet a girl, who he had been smitten with for a long time, and to finally ask her out. Paul could picture himself walking down the street of his home town and then... A flash of purple? The young man let out a roar of pain forcing him to drop to his knee's, clutching his head whimpering in agony.

Sure enough, a few moments of not trying to focus too hard on his memories and the pain vanished. Paul huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger of his right hand, "Great... No idea how I got here, I am lost in some woods and to top it off... I am late for meeting the girl of my dreams!" He let out a heavy sigh and got to his feet, taking stock of his situation.

He was wearing a pair of navy blue jeans, which were slightly battered, a white t-shirt and a pair of blue sneakers, and other then his clothes, the 'human' had nothing else on him, not having thought to bring his phone for reasons even he couldn't guess...

He took several moments to look around the clearing, sniffing the air, checking for any signs of tracks or even a sort of path, and upon finding nothing and only smelling clean, unpolluted air, he realized he must of been sent to somewhere in the countryside, because how else could the air be so clean and free of the pollution of mankind? Paul remembered talk in his family of what little magic had been left on earth, and of the few werewolf clans, vampire covens and a few human mages that could still call upon the ancient arcane arts... But why would any of the above bother with a simple, slightly average guy like Paul... He shook his head, not wanting to waste too much time on such matters, knowing he needed to find some kind of shelter before the night came, and with it his change... Paul just prayed it wasn't going to be a full moon tonight.

Several hours passed as the werewolf male stalked through the thick undergrowth of the woods, pushing through bushes and ducking under low hanging branches, he was getting rapidly tired of nature... All through his walk, Paul noticed that the bird song and general background noise of the forest died out, until there was no sound but the males footfalls. This silence continued for several more minutes, making Paul extremely nervous as he looked around, noticing for a split second a pair of glowing green eyes watching him, before they vanished, "Yeah... Hell no!" He said loudly and took off at a run, causing the forest around him to erupt into life once more as the sound of several pursing pairs of feet filled the air, reaching the young werewolf's ears as he kept running, not daring to look back as he ducked, dodged and weaved his way through the tree's, not stopping till he burst from the tree line after a short while, and only then did he spin round, finally seeing his pursuers...

"Wooden... Wolves?" He gaped, staring at the four large, wooden canines that growled at the male from the treeline, none of them taking a step out from it to follow him, but Paul didn't seem to notice as he kept speaking, "Wolves... made of wood?! Really?!" He growled, throwing his arms up into the air, "Of all the things that I have seen, you are the dumbest yet!"

He panted and finally caught his breath, leaving the timber wolves staring at the man curiously, not used to their prey going off on a rant about them, before the small pack turned around and disappeared back into the forest, where Paul rapidly lost sight of them. "Well, that happened... And why didn't they follow me?" He said under his breath, slightly confused but deciding to mark it up to being magic, and he knew better then to question such things...

A short way away from where the lost werewolf had just broke out of the treeline sat a small cottage, built to look as though it were a natural part of the landscape, with grass, tree's and flowers growing from its roof and the small area around it, with a large garden around the home, where all manners of animals and critters were sat, all staring in the direction of the woods where they could all sense something happening and not one of them liked it...

A loud clatter was heard from within the cottage and a few moments later a winged women stepped from the cottage's kitchen's backdoor into the garden, she was about 5'2", had long beautiful pink hair which hid half her face with a matching colored tail, she was covered in yellow fur from head to hoof, and on her back was a pair of feathery yellow wings folded against her back. The mare was not wearing a stitch of clothing, showing off a mark on each of her ass cheeks, which showed three butterflies.

She looked around at her animals with concern, moving to a nearby grey furred kitten and softly petting its head, "Oh dear... What ever is the matter..." She mused and moved slowly over to the small fence that surrounded her garden, making sure to timidly hide behind one of the fence posts as well as she could as she observed something she had never seen before... She gazed at the male with a mix of fear and curiosity, not daring to move or even make a sound as she observed him, wondering what this hairless creature was.

Paul had finally calmed down and ran his hand through his hair, ruffling it slightly as he turned his back to the forest and looked around, noticing in the distance what looked like a very colorful looking town, like something you would see in a cartoon... He smiled though and nodded to himself, "Finally... Just need to find out where the hell I am and then get back home, easy enough."

He stopped though when he heard a loud snapping and someone letting out a girly 'Eep'. He spun round and froze at what he saw, a beautiful women... At least he thought it was a women, as he knew most humans did not have fur, or for that matter wings and a tail, hell, even worse was the hooves. The mare lay on top of the broken remains of a fencepost, which had snapped in two from her leaning on it for too long.

The pair stared at each other in complete silence for several long minutes, the male more shocked by the mare's appearance, while she was frozen in pure fear, not daring to move in case the creature before her was dangerous. This continued until a small, white furred bunny rabbit hopped up onto the stunned mare's back between her wings and thumped his left foot into her back, making the mare gasp, and causing her to turn to look at the bunny.

"Angel bunny... You know you can't be doing that to anypony..." She said in a quiet motherly tone to the rabbit, Paul completely forgotten for a moment as the irritated looking 'Angel bunny' took her attention.

Paul coughed into his hand to regain the Mare's attention, which caused the timid thing to turn back to look at him, her hands shooting up to grip her mane, pulling it over her face to hide behind it, hoping the male would ignore her. Paul let out an irritated growl and moved over to where the cowering mare lay, looking down at her with a raised eyebrow, "Um... Hello?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth he found his head snapping back as the bunny launched itself at him, kicking him square in the jaw, sending him staggering back, "Gah fuck!" He cursed, moving his left hand to rub his aching jaw. Angel bunny stood before the yellow furred mare as he landed, giving the werewolf a death glare as he stood on guard.

The stand off went on for a few moments before the bunny found himself picked up and held firmly against said mare's chest, resting between her well formed breasts. "Pl-Please... Don't hurt Angel... If that's ok with you that is..." She whispered out, her face still hidden mostly by her mane. Paul blinked, a small blush forming on his cheeks,

"So cute..." He found himself mumbling, before shaking the thought from his mind and speaking again, "I mean no harm... I just want to find out where I am so I can get home, I mean no harm to you or..." He growled, showing his teeth slightly, "This 'Angel' of yours..." He slowly let a small smile grace his lips though and sighed, "My names Paul... Paul Silvermane, whats your name?"

The mare gulped loudly, her blue eyes looking up at him, fear easily seen present in them as she nodded, still holding the glaring bunny close against her, "My... My names Fluttershy..." she whispered, barely being able to be heard.

"Um... Come again? Whats your name beautiful?" Paul asked, looking down at her with a confused expression on his face, but a small smile still graced his lips.

Fluttershy blushed at his words, but slowly spoke once more, her eyes staring at the ground all the while. "My names... Fluttershy..." She closed her eyes tightly, her ears folding back against her head, shaking slightly when she finished, clearly terrified.

Paul blinked and stepped back, looking from left to right rapidly, not sure what to do, as trying to calm down a women had never come up for him before this point. "H... Hey... No need to be scared, I am harmless... I am sorry if I upset you with my sudden appearance... Please don't cry...!"

He said the last part rapidly, seeing the yellow furred mare's eyes start to well up with tears, "Ah jeez... Listen, I am gonna go..." he pointed to the forest over his shoulder with his thumb, "So please calm down..." Paul turned to leave but found something tugging at his wrist, stopping him from leaving.

He blinked a few times before turning and looking down at the shy mare who, while still looking away, but had scooted closer to him on her knee's, her left hand was holding onto his wrist while her free hand held the still struggling Angel,

"You... Your going back into the Everfree forest? But... it's dangerous in there!" She said in her timid tone, now turning to look up at him, her eyes locking on his own.

Paul could tell she was still scared of him, if the shivering her felt from her hand on his wrist was any indicator, so he just sighed and flashed her a grin, "Hey, I can take care of..." He stopped when he noticed her horrified expression, not realizing she had seen his canines when he smiled, shocking Fluttershy, to the point where she groaned and fell backwards from her seated position and onto her back, fainting dead away.

He groaned and face palmed, "Really? Damn, I am not that scary..." He shook his head and looked down at the mare, noticing the bunny was still held in her one handed grip, stopping the white menace from moving, "And you... Kick me again, and I swear when the full moon comes around..."

He let his threat go without an ending as he turned away, not wanting to get too close to Fluttershy, lest he accidentally make things awkward... with her being nude and all, it could cause problems if he was seen carrying her anywhere. He sighed and moved away from the cottage and its passed out caretaker, not even looking back as he made his way towards the town, "Lets hope someone with some backbone is in this strange little town..." He said to himself, before mentally adding 'I really need to stop talking to myself... Last thing I need is to look like a psychopath...'.

The walk along the dirt path towards the cozy looking town was quiet enough, and Paul could not see another soul for as far as he could see, not that he was in a rush to meet another Fluttershy, no, he had quite enough of the people or pony people as he guessed this place may be inhabited by.

The male let out a loud yawn as he got to a fence that surrounded an apple orchid on the outskirts of the town, "Huh... Not had an apple in ages, and I am sure they won't miss just one..." He grinned slyly and hopped the fence, stalking towards the nearest tree, where he reached up to once of the lower branches to start climbing up...

"Hey! What the hay do ya'll think ya doin'?!" The loud yell made Paul freeze as he spun to look down the long column of tree to where he saw another of the pony people sprinting towards him.

This pony was much different from the yellow furred one her had seen earlier, as she stood at about 5'10" and had an orange colored coat, and while she was nude like Fluttershy, she was at least wearing a stetson on her head, covering her blond hair, which was done up in a ponytail with red ribbons, with her tail following suit. Her rear mark was that of three red apples.

Paul opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a gasp as the air was knocked out of him as the orange mare skidded as she got to him, before spinning round and kicking him square in the gut, sending the werewolf flying backwards, making him slide on his back for several seconds before he lay still.

Paul could swear he had not done anything recently that had warranted such bad karma to hit him like this, but still, he slowly sat up, his hands holding onto his pained stomach, knowing that the mare's kick was going to leave a very nasty bruise, "The... Fuck..." He groaned out, panting hard as he staggered to his feet for the second time that day, leaning against one of the nearby apple tree's for support, "I just... Wanted a god damn apple!" He growled.

The stetson wearing mare blinked at him and tilted her head, the scowl she wore on her pretty features not fading though, "What the hay? Ya'll can talk? What are ya', some kinda weird monkey?"

That comment made Paul's blood boil, but he knew he needed to stay calm, because unless he was in his changed form, he was useless in a fight. "Listen... Miss...?"

He pointed to her and raised an eyebrow, to which she scoffed, still standing in an aggressive stance, glaring at the staggered man, "Ma' names Applejack... And unless ya'll tell me what's going on, I might just find myself bucking the hay out of ya!"

Paul flinched, his eyes flicking down to the Mare's hooves, not liking the idea of taking anymore kicks from such things again, so he hastily spoke, his hands moving upwards, in a sign of surrender, "Ok ok! My names Paul... I was heading into town and saw your... lovely apples and decided I would grab one for the road... I am sorry I was going to steal it, but I didn't know it would earn me an asskicking!" He panted and lowered his hands to his stomach again, giving out a whimper as he tried to sooth the aching flesh.

Applejack raised an eyebrow at Paul and shook her head, "Well then, ya got just what ya deserved! And I don't go around kicking donkeys, that's just not nice." She gave a stiff nod and folded her arms under her breasts, staring at him still, but this time with a smug grin.

He gave Applejack a deadpan stare for a few seconds before bring one of his hands to his face, covering it, "Wha... Ok, I am too far gone to give a crap anymore... Can you at least take me into town if your gonna punish me or something? I don't think my body can stand any more trauma today, and I need to figure out why I am here..."

The cowpony stayed still for a moment, moving her left hand to her chin as she thought about something for a moment. "Ok... But ya'll stay here, I need ta go get ma' rope..." And with that she turned and walked off between the tree's, where Paul could just make out a large red farm house and a barn of the same color off in the distance.

He sighed and slumped back against the tree he was leaned against, "Great... Not here for all that long and already the locals treat me like a monster... Heck, if this is how they treat me now, god help them when I turn..." He chuckled darkly as he spoke, before shaking his head, not really wishing his other form's actions on anyone...

Twenty minutes later Applejack returned with a large coil of rope slung over her shoulder. "Right, come on, ya best be getting up..." She slipped the rope off her shoulder and started to undo it, while Paul slowly got to his feet, the pain in his stomach already more or less cleared up.

He stood still as the orange furred pony walked around him, tying his arms to his sides, before knotting it tightly and holding the other end of the rope, "Ok partner', Lets get going..." And with that she tugged the rope, leading the man along, heading out of the orchid and back onto the path into town.

'Well... If this is the reception I have had so far, it can't get much worse... Can it?' Paul asked himself in his inner thoughts, not realizing that he may of just jinxed himself quite badly...

To Be Continued...