(Wolf’s P.O.V.)

Smiling, I leaned forward as much as I dared, relishing in the wind that rushed through my clothing, along with the sunlight that glared on my sunglasses. Tightening my fingers around my bikes handle bars, I made to lean into the turn, but I felt my hat catch wind. Lowering my gaze as I eased a bit on the back brakes, I reached up and pulled the bill of my hat tighter down, yet that blinded me to my surroundings for those brief few seconds. And on a bicycle, going downhill over thirty MPH, and riding close to traffic... that wasn’t always the brightest of idea’s.

BEEEP!!!

Shooting my head back up as I gripped my handlebars tightly, I looked around as tires screeched directly behind me. Feeling a cold chill run up my spine, I swerved violently to the right, nearly driving off the road in the process; a mistake that could cause me a very painful death...

The sound of an engine revving was heard, and I looked behind me to see a frightening sight...

...that is, before I felt myself go airborne. I looked back forward in time to curl up as much as I could while still connected to my bike.

Darkness...

I felt the ground grinding over the skin of my arms and legs, but I didn’t feel the actual pain. My mind locked up, and all sounds became muted for the next dozen or so seconds as my body and bike continued to make contact with the ground in the worst possible positions. I felt stiffness strike my shoulder violently, and a powerful hit to the side of my head snapped my senses back into place. I felt pain flare up...

...everywhere.

Letting out a cry of pain, I felt my body come to an abrupt halt, but it was followed by the sound of something crunching loudly.

Breathing out, I forced my teeth to remain firmly pressed against each other as pain wracked my body. I felt all the cuts I had just acquired stinging like a thousand angry bee’s, yet I also swore as I knew I needed to get up; if I was in the road even by a small amount I would be tempting fate to kill me.

Forcing my eyes open, I found my glasses were missing, yet when I looked down, I saw my bike resting beside me with only a few deep silver scratches telling of the damage it just now took. The latches that kept it my feet firmly attached to the pedals appeared to have snapped off, but I needed up, and now.

Rolling over, I wrapped my fingers around the base of the frame on my bike, before I hefted myself and it up. feeling the pain in my legs and shoulders become all the more apparent, I felt myself lose grip on reality for those few seconds, and as I fell back, I heard horns honking furiously in the background somewhere. Blinking a few times, I saw everything coming back into view, and in the distance... maybe a mile away uphill, I saw two cars smoking... along with what appeared to be my sunglasses halfway between me and the cars. Shifting my weight a bit, I heard the sound of crunching behind me, and I looked over my shoulder to see glass; or more specifically, cracked and broken glass.

“Oh hell...”

Taking a step back, bike in hand, I wasn’t sure what it was going to cost to fix this... but that was before I felt nothing meet my heel. My momentum, added with the way I was groggy with pain, didn’t help, and the next thing I knew, I was falling...

Just...

...Falling.

...

The first thing to greet me was pain... an insufferable amount of pain that not only hindered movement, but caused it as well. I could clearly remember everything that happened, but what I couldn’t wrap my mind around was where I was. This was definitely not the coastal highway I had crashed my bicycle on... but it was something that completely baffled me enough to almost make me forget my pain.

Almost...

Yet if I really was here... why wasn’t I being treated for all my injuries? Surely whomever owned this room didn’t want my blood all over this wooden floor...

But...

I was dripping blood, my wounds were still fresh and tender, and there was only a small puddle on the ground. That would have to mean that I had just arrived here, but even then, this cut I had on the back of my hand would have stopped bleeding by now. When I had crashed, I was on a section of the hallway that not only overlooked the ocean, but was nowhere near any homes; so the real question is, how did I get here so fast?

Sitting up as fast as my body would allow was the first step, but when I felt my backpack was still on my back, I knew I could wrap my own injuries while I waited for the owner of the room to come back so that I could thank them...

...

Fifteen minutes had passed and there had yet to even be a single person to show up... so I chose that moment to pick my bike up, and limp my way over to the large double doors. They appeared heavy, but when I pressed my hand against them... they held up to their appearance.

Sighing softly, I instead pressed my shoulder against the door, but I made to press my non injured... or the one that wasn’t as stiff as a board against the door. That was when I began to apply pressure, and slowly, but surely, the door began to slide open with a creaking noise...

-Royal Throne Room-

Celestia and Luna were both reading inside there thrones as another slow day passed by, with only the company of each other and a half dozen guards stationed around the immense room. Princess Celestia was reading another friendship report from Twilight Sparkle, but instead of talking about what was she had learned from her friends, she was instead reading about how Max had received a broken finger from trying to show off about some form of stunt.

Princess Luna was reading and studying modern culture, along with levitating books on proper pronunciation of words that she had once known how to speak properly. While she would much rather be doing anything other than studying a language she already knew, it was a subject and requirement that she needed to finish nonetheless. The only thing that could help her current situation was some form of relief from her tedious studies; not that such a blessing would possibly sh...

That is, until the sounds of shouting reached the sisters ears.

The throne room’s massive doors were open at the current time, and while this normally wouldn’t be the case, it was a better option than being locked off from any of their subjects that wished to come visit them. However, the case that was about to show up wasn’t something they would be prepared for, as just as the shouting reached a new volume, a strange sight instead greeted them. A human seemed to be using some form of contraption to avoid the guards chasing him; even the lone unicorn of the group couldn’t quite lock him in place with magic for long...

(Wolf’s P.O.V.)

This is insane!

I might know ponies are small, but give them horns or wings, and I know that I am in some mutated world with shit for logic. Not only was I being chased by armor wearing ponies, but the ones with wings would occasionally swoop at me, attempting to either latch onto me or take me off my bike. Either way, the one-time one of them actually managed to latch onto me, a quick elbow into their ribs knocked them it... or her off of me.

That was the other thing, not only did these things have extra appendages, but they could talk, and to my horror, I found I could not! If it wasn’t for the current situation, I probably would have felt bad for the grunt of pain from the female Pegasus, but when you are riding a bike at fast speeds, and suddenly a freaky pony like mythological creature nearly throws you from said bike; remorse is the last thing of one’s mind.

Yet here I was, breathing heavily, aching in pain, and being chased by hybrid ponies. I had found my way into a massive chamber of some sorts, and I took this as a chance to look behind me. Just in time too, as I had to swerve to avoid a bolt of light that flew towards me from one of the unicorns in the group. This however, resulted in another pained crash; just this time with a pillar.

Pain...

Bolting upright as soon as the dizziness faded, I reached down and flicked a small pocket open on my waist. What resided in the pouch would be a nasty surprise to any of the ponies... hybrids... whatever they were. If they should come closer, I would whip it out, extend it, and put it to use in a matter of seconds.

Watching as a dozen or so golden armor wearing guards slow to a halt in a semi-circle around me, I eyed them warily; all the while making sure my bike was directly beside me. If I could make a hole in their little defensive line, I could kick off with enough speed to start finding a way out of here... but I had nearly crashed a few times in the hallways already from how narrow I had to make my turns to remain speeding.

Looking around, I noted three were unicorns, four were Pegasi, and the rest were regular ponies. That was when I heard a light giggling from nearby, but around the pillar. The other ponies did as well, but they remained intently gazing at me. What happened next, well, scared me piss poor.

To my right walked a larger than normal, or what I thought was bigger than normal, pony. If the vocals were to be expected to show genders, then she was huge compared to the guard ponies that surrounded me. She came closer to me, but stopped beside the other ponies, and I watched her carefully. Not only was she seemingly at ease around me, but her wings were just massive, and her horn was like a miniature spear atop her forehead. I had no doubt she would easily be able to take me out whether in the air, on the ground, or at a distance if she could do those magic like abilities the other unicorns could.

“My little ponies... who does this human belong to?” The massive white pony said, and I couldn’t help but blanch at what she just said. If I was able to believe what my ears for what she just said, humans were nothing more than possessions. But then again... maybe I was the only one willing to put up a fight. If I could find the other humans, maybe I can get their help... but then again, where the hell was I to begin with?

One of the Pegasi lowered their altitude until they were standing beside the tall white pony, and I shifted my footing a bit. They both eyed me back, and I slowly reached in and grabbed my metal foldable nightstick from its pouch. They foolishly ignored it, and the one with wings said, “We saw it emerge from Discords room... so it would seem he belongs to Discord.”

The tall white ponies eyes narrowed momentarily, but it didn’t seem the others noticed, but when she stepped closer to me, she spoke, “It appears to be injured, has anypony been able to attend to its injuries?” That was when she drew close enough that she started to reach out to touch me, and that was when my heart nearly exploded. Snapping open my nightstick, I swung it as hard as I could at the offending pony, who quickly avoided it with a surprised expression. The sound the metal whistling through the wind was enough to get the others in motion, and I simply swung it at the next pony, which happened to be a Pegasus that swooped at me.

CRACK!

Owch... there goes that wing...

Using this time to place my nightstick back in its pouch, I jumped on my bike and I quickly began to pedal as fast as I could away from them, but that wasn’t to be, as just as I neared the door, something slammed into my viscously against my side. Whatever it was, it landed on me, and we skidded across the floor a bit. I felt fur. I felt a horn. I punched below that horn.

There was a grunt of pain, and whatever it was kicked me in my already battered chest. I felt the wind knocked out of me, but I fought for all I was worth, even if that was weakly. I felt my fist connect with something thick with muscle, but still soft, yet I heard a gaging sound. Opening my eyes as much as I dared, I saw a hoof coming in, and the next thing I know, the area above my right eye was filled with pain as whiteness flared across my vision briefly.

“S-Sergeant, that is enough!”

Almost immediately, the furred mass was missing, and I jumped to my feet, shaking as all my injuries from crashing on the highway reopened. Lying on the floor was most of the bandages I had used to wrap my injuries, and dotting the floor was blood... my blood. I knew my crashes were bad... but I didn’t think they had been that bad. Forcing my hazy gaze back onto the ponies, I saw they were no longer working to surround me, but I didn’t let that fool me. I was just now gasping for breath, but I felt a grim sort of satisfaction course through me as I saw the winded expression of the so called ‘sergeant’. He was rubbing his throat, and I saw I had blackened one of his eyes.

Teach you to try and man handle me...

My bike however... that was closer to them that it was myself. That meant I was running from here on out... or giving myself up.

I chose the former of the two options, though at a slow and limping pace...

(Princess Luna’s P.O.V.)

Stepping away from the pillar, I walked over to my sister who was looking towards the hall that the rogue human had just disappeared through. He was stranger than most humans, as he moved with precision, and he moved like he had a purpose; he moved as if he had knowledge. That was foolish to ponder, as he had shown that he was no more than the typical human. He had even fought the sergeant much the same way a human would before it was put down.

Perhaps this human felt he was about to be killed, so he retaliated from instinct...

I was pulled from my musing as sister spoke to me however, “Luna, if you would, I want you to follow this human. Let him calm down, and once he is stationary, alert the guard to retrieve him. If he truly was Discords own personal human... then nopony knows what horrors he has been subjected to...”

Nodding, I looked towards the door one more time, before opening my wings and taking flight. My sister thought this human had been simply having fun, but I'm not sure she saw the true extent of its injuries; they encompassed much of its body. Its clothing, while extravagant, was torn in multiple places and blotted with blood. And what I didn’t tell her was that I was going to first sate my curiosity rather than simply turn him over to the guard. It was armed and dangerous, but it had seemed to try to withhold its use of violence until sister had approached it.

It was acting defensively due to its injuries.

Turning down one of the hallways as I followed the smell of the humans’ blood and light salty smell, I knew one thing for certain. A hurt creature was a dangerous creature, and I would need to treat this hurt creature with as much caution as it warranted avoiding harm...

...

(Wolf’s P.O.V.)

I don’t know how far I had run, but I had met little to no more ponies, and the one human I had crossed paths with... well, something was wrong with her. Not only was she stark naked, but when I had attempted to get her away from the pony, she damn near bit my ear off. She had literally growled at me!

Now though, I was hiding in a room with minimal lighting. I had only cared enough to wrap my dripping wounds, yet everything else stung and ached enough that just the slightest movement forced me to cringe. The adrenaline I had endured earlier had left my nerves high strung and dry, and every shadow that passed by the door caused me to tighten up and clutch my nightstick tighter. There was enough light to see the room, but I pulled the blinds closed enough that if I decided to walk past the light, it wouldn’t show up as a shadow to those outside the door.

Closing my eyes, I let out a tired sigh as I let my heart continue its marathon paced pounding, and I let my head lean back and against the wall. There was only so much I could do, and if what I saw outside the window wasn’t some form of trick, then I was nowhere near where I should be. And I don’t care how cliché it sounds, but the only place I could be now, was another world. A world full of Unicorns, Pegasi, regular ponies, and creatures that had all the traits of the previous ones mentioned. Humans were some form of idiotic cavemen pets, and I was alone. Desperate, hurt, and all alone...

That thought alone was enough for me to forget myself, and I felt a choked sob break through my lips. Before I was even permitted to drown in my sorrows however, I had a new problem I was to face now; the bloody door had just creaked open. Snapping my eyes up, I flinched when instead of that abnormally huge white mutant pony came through, was another one. This one was the stark opposite, as instead of white, it was black, or extremely dark furred. Its mane was even oddly similar to the night sky, with how it seemed to blow in a nonexistent breeze, and was studded with what looked like sparkles that represented the stars in a night sky. This one didn’t have the same aura as the other one, but I still raised my nightstick when it walked in. this one was alone, but that spear atop its head was still enough to dissuade me that it was harmless. Its wings flared open a bit when its eyes met my own. Its eyes however, showed something other than the hostility I had expected to see, or even the overabundance of kindness in the other’s eyes. This one was different enough that I lowered my weapon without noticing, that is, until it took it as an invitation to draw even closer.

Raising my metal rod back up, the creature stopped, but instead of growing hostile, it simply looked towards me... almost like the horses and ponies I knew in reality. I almost forgot it was different than those that I knew and understood.

Almost...

That is, when it closed the door, I pushed myself further from it. It obviously wanted me for its self, and if this one was twice as tough as the other regular ones; then I was probably going to lose this upcoming fight. It was confident enough to even face me alone...

Those thoughts went out the window however when instead of attacking me, it lied down on its stomach, and seemed content enough to just watch me. Its eyes never strayed too far from my own, but it did keep looking over me. Its gaze seemed to linger on my arms and legs, and if I had the slightest clue as to what it was looking at, then I knew it was looking at all the injuries I had from my first bike crash. A crash that still was causing me pain.

It wasn’t moving, only occasionally blinking as its eyes moved over my body. I felt like I was being studied... but not in the good kind of way. I felt like I was undergoing some form of unspoken evaluation. I actually flinched once it spoke...

“I know you can’t understand me, but I heard humans feel more comfortable when they are spoken to... so it shall be a one sided conversation. I see that something has hurt you quite badly, but it is not something that I would know of. Perhaps if you let me help you, then you will feel better soon...?” As soon as it made the suggestion, it had started to slowly crawl towards me, but I immediately raised my nightstick above my shoulder in a sideways position. I wasn’t going to let her get close to me just because she thinks soft spoken words will break through my mistrust. “Oh... well perhaps I shall help you later then, that is, if you would permit it of course.”

Silence ruled the emptiness between us, and I found myself looking over her this time. While she was now maybe four or five feet away, and within easy striking distance, I refrained from such a choice of action. I wasn’t sure, but something about her felt comforting. She wasn’t trying to catch me or hurt me, but she had sought me out after all, so she had a motive of some sort. Yet... she wasn’t trying to do anything other than talk to me.

Then she spoke again, “I know what it is like to be scared and hurt...” she looked down, though she herself would occasionally glance up. I slowly lowered my nightstick as that sunk in, and when it was back in my lap, she truly spoke once again, “When I had first came back home after being banished, nopony dared speak to me. I was strange to them. I was nothing more than a danger to them, and they treated it as such. When they thought I could not hear, they would speak harsh words behind my back... and everypony, save a few, would avoid me at all costs. I was alone for a long time... and while I have friends now... I still feel alone occasionally. Sister doesn’t know what it is like to be ruler of the night. All our subjects adore her... yet they feel nothing for the us... the moon and I are just there, only to be seen as objects of the night.”

I wasn’t sure what she was talking about now, but the distress in her voice was as clear as day. I may not fully understand her, but she wasn’t showing signs of any aggression. Perhaps those guards from earlier merely had been like cops of my world; aggressive to those they deem a threat. The tall white one hadn’t truly tried to attack me... and neither had this one.

Perhaps I could trust these ones.

Slowly and carefully, I slid my nightstick back into a compact version and into its pouch. The metallic sliding sound drew her attention back to me, but her eyes widened when she saw I had put it away. I offered a weak smile, before I slowly made my way over to her. I would pick my weight up and slide my body closer to her, but I made sure to not throw all caution to the wind; I was expecting her calm demeanor and surprised expression to change. Yet, once I got to her side, she simply shook her head lightly, before smiling towards me warmly, “I... I take it thou understands what I am saying...?”

“...”

Oh yeah, I can’t talk for some reason...

I left my mouth closed, albeit with a small frown, but I resorted to nod. Taking one of my hands, I raised my hand and moved it closer to her, but I stopped when I noted that this may be seen on a threat on my part, so I halted my movement and simply pulled my hand back to my side. I noted that she was watching my every movement closely with interest, but I swore there was a wary look in her gaze as well. Instead of physical contact, I would resort to something else, so I took my backpack off my back, moved it in front of me, and started to rummage through it.

When I was done, in my hands was my school notebook and my favorite pen. Flipping through the pages of notes and equations, I noticed the dark hybrid was looking on in interest, but I promised myself I would introduce her to advanced math later on when time permitted. As it was, it was mildly difficult to see without as much writing light, but I dared not move from her side; for once, I felt comfortable instead needing to watch my back.

Taking my pen, I wrote out a simple sentence that would easily get my point across... that is, if her kind could even read.

‘I may not be able to talk, but I understood every word.’

Her smile widened, before it faltered, and she asked, “Then can thou, er, you explain why our guards were chasing you?”

Taking my notebook back in my lap, I looked down at it, before putting my thoughts to words.

‘Let’s just say actions speak louder than words, and I felt threatened enough to run.’

After she finished reading it, she nodded, before opening her muzzle and saying, “Well... I'm sure an explanation will solve this little misunderstanding. But first... I have a few more questions I would like to ask.”

Nodding, I was about to write out a quick sentence, when my pen was suddenly yanked from my grasp. That is new...

I watched as my pen was moved through the air effortlessly, but all the while surrounded by a dark bluish glow. When it stopped moving, it was hovering in front of the dark pony’s muzzle, yet then I noticed her horn was glowing the same shade as my pen. If I could go out on a limb, I would guess that she was doing some form of magical telekinesis of some sort, and if I was correct; I was going to be the most jealous bastard alive.

While I continued to watch the magical light dance around her horn, I noticed my pen was twirling around in the air. Every angle she could look at my pen, she did so, yet that wasn’t enough for her; I had to lift my hands up as my notebook was also taken from my lap. Cocking an eyebrow as I watched it hover over to the pony in the same aura as my pen, I knew it had to be her doing that they were moving on their own accord. Yet, as stated before, the jealousy began to flow...

I wonder if grabbing her horn will somehow cut off the flow of... let’s just call it magic...

Carefully, I began to reach towards the base of her horn, and it was slow progress, but I wanted to make sure I saw her attention shift to me while I was moving rather than not at all. The thing was, while she did indeed take my stuff away and start looking at them, those weren’t part of me... her horn obviously was a part of her body. Then again, she was sating her curiosity, so why couldn’t I do the same?

Stopping right beside her horn, I looked towards her eyes and saw her intensely gazing at my pen, and I saw her starting to write something inside my notebook. Chuckling silently, I watched the magic covered objects closely to see what would happen when I acted on my curiosity, and when I firmly wrapped my fingers around her horn, a few things happened. Firstly, what felt like a jolt ran up my hand and all the way to my shoulder, yet it didn’t hurt... it was more like one of those toy electrical shock gags. The other thing that happened was the pen and paper shuddered in midair, but didn’t completely fall; so my hand did disrupt the magical energy flow, but it didn’t entirely cut it off. Lastly, when everything was said and done, my eyes met with the dark colored ponies, and I saw the shock in her eyes.

She continued to look at me with an expression that looked similar to bafflement, yet I simply shrugged, before continuing on with my own examination. Her horn felt strangely tingly... probably due to her horn still being in use, and as I moved my hand up it slowly, I felt her slowly push her head further up with my hand. Her eyes closed, but that was about the only difference, so I instead moved my hand more progressively up her horn. I would say I heard her breath get hitched in her throat, but I wasn’t entirely sure, so I ignored the quiet sounds I heard. Next, I brought my thumb up, and I rubbed the top of her horn. It felt sharp, but still somewhat rounded. So if I ever needed to worry about any of these freaky unicorn hybrids stabbing me, then I would just need to worry about a really painful poke.

There was a gasp, and a breath was taken in with a noticeable shudder, and that was when she yanked her horn from my grasp. I quickly complied and pulled my hand back to my side, yet when I looked into her eyes, I saw something else... something that looked almost like anger, yet not quite the same. Then I saw something across her muzzle that was slightly discolored... I couldn’t see what it was, but when I tried to get a better look, she quickly turned her head away from my view.

Was that... a blush?

My notebook and pen was handed... or floated back to me, and when I had it, she quickly turned her neck so I couldn’t even look into her eyes.

Did I... hurt her?

Looking down at my notebook, I felt an undeniable sense of guilt worming its way into my gut. If I had hurt her... she had shown all the signs as well.

So far she is the only one that remotely has acted like a friend... perhaps it is best if I fix this as fast as I can...

‘Hey, I’m sorry if I hurt you in anyway... just I thought it would be alright if I sated some of my interest while you did the same with my stuff...’

Moving closer to her side, I lightly pressed my hand to her shoulder, and I gently rubbed my fingers over her fur to hopefully get her attention. It worked, and soon enough she was beginning to look towards me again. I used my other hand and held the notebook up, and when it was positioned in a way that she could read it, she did so. I saw her eyes skim over the text quickly, and when she was done, her eyes snapped up and she said, “T-Thou didn’t hurt me! Y-You just... E-HEM... it should be us apologizing for taking your belongings without permission beforehoof.”

Er... thou... beforehoof... and who else is she talking about besides herself?

You know what; I would rather not ask these questions at this moment...

Smiling softly, if not a bit strained, I nodded softly as I went to scratch an itch on the back of my hand. That was when I flinched and hissed in pain however as I quickly withdrew my hand. I had forgotten that I was injured...

Her eyes widened as she pulled her head back, but she soon realized I wasn’t mad at her, and she saw I was instead cradling my now severely tingling hand. Her eyes widened even more, and she was soon facing me while she spoke, “Tis time that we... er... will you let me heal you now?”

She didn’t wait for an answer however, and I didn’t see any medical supplies. That didn’t deter her however; as she instead went to simply lean closer to my face. Her eyes locked with my own, and I felt a bit stunned to say the least. That is however, an understatement for when her eyes closed.

I-Is she trying to kiss me!?

Leaning as far back as I could, I was going to move away and bring a hand up and hold her back, but her horn began to glow, and I found I couldn’t move. She drew even closer...

And instead of our lips meeting in contact, her horn softly met my forehead, and I began to feel warm all over. Yet the warmth was accompanied by something else, and it felt almost like someone was cuddling with me, like all my worries were being eased, and slowly overcome. It felt like I merely blinked, but when I opened my eyes again, she was pulling her horn away from my forehead, and her eyes were open and looking towards me with a confused expression, and she asked, “Why art thou blushing...?”

When I was sitting up once more, I grabbed my fallen pen, and quickly wrote, ‘No reason...’

‘Do you have any more questions before we return to your sister?’ I wrote down as a side note with some consideration.

She read both sentences quickly, before she resumed her suspicious and curious look once more, and she slowly said, “None that I can think of for now...”

...

Walking into the massive room to the rear yet off to the side of Moon Butt as I now called her, internally at least, I saw that a few ponies were looking at my bike as it resided on its side near a pillar, and the tall white one stood off to the rear of them. I could see the curious glint in her eyes once Moon Butt and I walked in, and her eyes were instantly riveted on me. As we approached her, she began to walk towards us with a soft smile as she asked, “Ah, Luna, where did you find him?”

‘Moon Butt’ was the one to answer, “I found him inside a guest room sister... er, Sergeant, please vacant the room along with your men while I talk with my sister.”

Aw... I was enjoying calling her Moon Butt...

One of the guards, one with a black eye I noted, saluted smartly, “Yes Princess Luna!”

Wait... did he say Princess? As in royalty? Looking over towards ‘Luna’, I did indeed see the tiara, but I had thought that was merely a fashion thing for her. Then again, guards, a massive room with two chairs on one end... a mansion like setup that could be a castle setup, how did I not see it before? Well... I hereby dub thou the royal Princess Moon Butt!

Just that thought alone caused me to cough as I fought back the laughter I was now feeling. It was rich... it was something I wanted nothing more to roll around while laughing... but I remembered how those guards acted. I didn’t want to bust out my nightstick. Yet, my cough alone drew the ‘sergeants’ attention to me. I saw the loathing expression in his eyes, along with the growing frown. He levitated a pair of manacles from somewhere as he approached me, and I couldn’t just write out a message for him to stop; my notebook and pen were inside my backpack.

So, I did the only thing I could think to do. I stepped closer to Luna’s side as I let a growl leave my throat. When I was pressed into her side, I lightly tapped her wing, which was between my body and her own. Luckily, she quickly got the message as she turned and looked towards the sergeant and said calmly, “That won’t be necessary sergeant, this human is under my custody as of recently.”

He immediately stopped and bowed, “Yes Princess Luna...”

I watched as she nodded, but I had eyes only for the guard pony that stood ten feet from me. When he rose, I offered him a slightly cocky smirk and a knowing nod that I hoped insulted him a bit before wiping both from my face and back into a neutral expression. I only wanted to rub it in to get my point across. His eyes widened in shock as his muzzle opened briefly, but that was gone in a moment as well, and I saw his eyes narrow as he walked past me. Turning so that I was looking towards the white pony, I blinked and jumped back a bit as I saw she was practically directly in front of me. So close in fact, I felt her breath leave her muzzle and wash over my shirt.

Slowly, I took a step back as I glanced over at Moon Butt, who was simply observing. She offered me a kind smile and a reassuring nod, so I looked back at her sister, and made sure to not make any threatening gestures. It was only now that I realized her horn was much narrower and longer than Moon Butt’s horn, and possibly sharper. I wouldn’t know until I checked, but I wasn’t going to do that right now.

When the sound of heavy doors shutting reached my ears, the white pony’s eyes shifted into a different expression that spoke volumes of mischief, before she turned to her darker colored sister and asked in a teasing tone, “You were gone for quite a while sister, what kept you?”

“He had run a fair distance... it took me a bit longer to find him than I had originally thought it would.”

The white one, whose name was now going to be Sun Butt, walked around me, and I not only heard, but felt her take a heavy breath, before she let out a heavy sigh. She appeared on the other side of me, and she was apparently looking at Moon Butt if the angle of her muzzle was anything to go by. Then she spoke once more, “Lulu... this human is covered in your scent...”

Uh... what?

Looking over to Moon Butt, I was now easily able to see the redness in her cheeks, but before I could even fathom why, Sun Butt spoke up, “I must admit Lulu, he does look simply Dashing, but if you really wanted some alone time with a human, then you could have merely waited to take him to your own room...”

Wait... she isn’t implying... is she...?

Moon Butt’s cheeks were now fully flushed now, but that didn’t stop Sun Butt, “I am not judging you at all dear Lulu... but tell me this at least, did you enjoy spending those dozen or so minutes with this human? Or perhaps you knew where he was all along and you were sim-”

“T-TIA!”

By now, my own face was burning, and I quickly moved away from the white perverted ponies’ side as she started to giggle, and I was soon pulling out my notebook and pen. I didn’t even bother to sling my backpack back over my shoulder, and I quickly scrawled a message across the center of a blank page, ‘We did NOT do that!!!’

Once I flipped the notebook around had it facing Sun Butt, her giggles ceased, and her eyes widened. Her mouth opened, but this time it was Moon Butt that spoke, “See Tia! He is like Max! I spent time talking with him, not t-that!”

...

I still can’t believe that Sun Butt thought that Moon Butt and I actually had done that... actually... let’s just refer to her as Luna...

It was now that Sun Butt cleared her throat, before she looked towards me and spoke, “I must apologize for my childish behavior...” she looked to the side, before she said, “This is an interesting change of events... perhaps this time I should write Twilight a letter instead to inform her of these events... if you will excuse me.”

After she left, it was now only Luna and I inside this massive room. The two of us. Alone. Blushing heavily. Good times...

Letting out a tired sigh, I walked over to my bike, picked it up, kicked the kickstand down, and simply set it down. Turning around, I found Luna looking the other way with that blush still on her cheeks. Shaking my head, I began to make my way over to her as I began to write.

Once I reached her side, I reached over and lightly rubbed her shoulder to get her attention. She soon looked over, and I held up my notebook so she could read what I wrote. When she finished, she smiled softly, before she pulled me closer to her with a hug that involved her left front leg wrapping around my lower back, and then she lightly nuzzled against my cheek. When she pulled away, she nodded towards me, before walking to the massive double doors. I retrieved my bike and was soon following behind her as she said, “You won’t be able to stay where I'm taking you forever, but it will need to do until proper arrangements are made...”

Smiling a bit, shifted my backpack a bit on my shoulders, before looking down the hallway as I followed Luna. Today sure has been interesting...

Author's Note

Hello all! This spin-off may only span two chapters, but before I finalize that, let me talk with MadMax so I can make sure I don't overstep any boundries. Since this will mostly revolve around Luna and Wolf, it may not need too much tweaking for a short story, but if Max has plans for Luna for later on, then I will need to refrain from making this a long story.