(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.
(Wolf’s P.O.V.)
Looking at the colorful array of flowers that Luna and I were passing, I inhaled deeply and reveled in the scents that were wafting from many of the blooming flora. The sun was setting, yet that didn’t seem to bother Luna in the slightest as we continued to walk through the gardens side by side. Occasionally she would stop and sniff lilies, and once she had asked even me to smell a certain one, but aside from those brief moments, we walked in peaceful silence. I wasn’t sure why she wanted me to walk with her aside from my suspicion that she wanted a brief companionship, but either way I saw it as better than staying in the room I was given. Her magic had done plenty to ease my pain from all my crashes and cuts, but I was still tired and sore; yet I still felt like I owed her since she had helped me by healing my wounds. She healed my injuries free of charge, and she would’ve done so before she knew I was even intelligent. She seems to be kind, but then again, her race has obviously been keeping humans as pets.
Shaking my head to get rid of the negative emotions I felt surging to my heart, I quickly began a new line of thought, But Humanity does the same to horses back home. And the human race here isn’t exactly intelligent...
Lowering my gaze as we continued to walk, I briefly glanced up as Luna let out a sigh. That however was when I noticed I had fallen behind, so I quickly made my way towards her side. Yet the closer I got, I found my eyes, along with my thoughts, drifting somewhere else, or more precisely; the princess’s flank.
I remember seeing different designs on every different pony. One of the guards had a flaming shield... and I think his name was actually something like that. Luna’s is of the moon... yet her name is Luna, as in the lunar planet. I wonder if those markings correspond with their names on purpose.
What would my mark look like?
I felt a smile cross my lips as I thought of a wolf howling up towards... the moon. Heh... such an unintentionally horrible joke, and all to myself nonetheless.
“Would you mind removing thy gaze from my flank?”
I felt myself blush horribly as I looked up and easily saw an embarrassed gaze on Luna’s muzzle. Her eyes were locked on my own, and I found myself oddly wanting to swallow, but unable to due to my suddenly dry throat. While she continued to look towards me with uncertainty, I only offered her a weak smile, one that seemed to make the mildly red hue on her cheeks light up.
“Come... walk by my side where thy gaze can’t wonder...”
(Princess Luna’s P.O.V.)
Once we were walking again, I couldn’t help but take occasional looks at the human beside me who was now avoiding even looking in my direction. It wasn’t hard to spy the blush that covered his cheeks, yet it also wasn’t hard to tell where he had been staring as I had walked. Turning my gaze back towards the flowers, I tried to shake the embarrassment that I had just been gawked at not by a pony, but a human...
(Wolf’s P.O.V.)
I wish I had my notebook more than ever now... hell, I wish there was something I can write a message on rather than continue this awkward walk. For all I know, and it is pretty feasible that it is true, she probably thinks I was checking her out more than anything else! Worst part is, the subject is right there on her flank!
Closing my eyes tightly as I remained facing the other way, I knew that I could possibly try to get my meaning across to her, but the more I thought about it; the crazier I felt. What? She would probably think me pointing at her flank and then the sky would mean something other than ‘your ass has a picture of the moon’. Hell... I can just see her mistaking that as me asking to hit the bed with her!
Opening my eyes as I tried to banish the now lewd images popping up at random, I focused on something a bit more... innocent. Well, instead of innocence popping into my mind, it was now something to fear. With a silent chuckle, I grinned as an image of my bike popped up into my mind’s eye.
Yet when I glanced at Luna from the corner of my eye, I saw her looking back at me, and all semblance of peace was crushed as I felt myself once more start to burn with embarrassment. Our eyes locked, and for a few brief seconds, I saw the redness on her own cheeks return in full force before we both forced our gazes away from each other’s...
(Princess Luna’s P.O.V.)
W-Was he... smiling!?
Forcing my eyes to look in the opposite direction, I looked towards the castle and saw that even if we hurried, it would still spend a decent amount of time with each other. Before I caught him looking at me, or more specifically, my flank, I had been enjoying his silent company as we walked. Now however, I felt only strange and awkward. I was flattered that I apparently caught his eye, but it was deemed rude and terrible mannerisms to stare at another’s flank... unless if the rules have changed in such a way since my banishment.
Tis unfair! He isn’t even a stallion...
Of all the books Tia and her student gave me to read to reintegrate with modern society, not a single one mentioned relations between stallions and mares, yet the only mare that could give me advice on intelligent humans was most likely asleep at this hour.
I suppose a few of my guards can help me in the library...
...
(Wolf’s P.O.V.)
Letting a sigh escape my lips as I sat down on the edge of the bed, I kicked my shoes off as I gazed at the closed door. Luna had more or less seemed relieved when she had bid me a good night’s rest, before she had opted to carol me into my room with her wing. Before I had even had a chance to get her to stay, she had shut my door and left without any warning. Then add insult to injury, when I had tried to open the door to get her, I found it was locked...
Her cheeks were still red. And if I was seeing that blush through that fur color, then I know exactly why she was blushing. I just wish she had at least given me the chance to explain myself rather than just leave like that.
Letting out a tired yawn, I let myself fall backwards onto the plush bed as I closed my eyes, but I knew sleep would be hard pressed at best. My only friend in this strange new land locked me in the room, and now she was somewhere else thinking I was checking her out... well, in the intimate fashion sense as I had been observing her mark.
I need to get up and see if there is a shower in this room... I can feel the grease from my bikes chain and gears in between my fingers and I know there will be dirt or something on me from my earlier crash...
...but I will need to put these clothes back on in the end.
Forcing myself into a sitting position, I looked around a bit before spotting a door at the other end of my room. That is either a closet, or a bathroom. Getting to my feet and making my way towards the door, I felt a bit of the tension in my shoulders disappear at the thought of a nice long hot shower.
I found the bathroom was indeed on the other side of the door, and the shower seemed sizeable enough that I would be able to easily fit into it. There were towels along the rack that was parallel with the sink, and I noticed that it also had a wider than usual basin for where the water would drain into. The mirror was even slightly lower. Everything in this bathroom was designed for intelligent ponies... it was an interesting sight to see the least when everything seemed like it was made specifically for a slightly smaller than average person. I wonder what the princesses bathrooms look like. Like would they have larger baths and sinks, or would they be just like this one?
I suppose I will just need to ask one of them the next time I get the chance.
Walking over to the bath, I pulled the shower curtain to the side and got a good look at the shower, and while it would serve my needs fine, I couldn’t help but groan as I looked at the tub. I could only hope this would be one of the tubs where slipping wouldn’t be an issue, as I would very much hate it if I would slip out and get hurt again.
Nodding to myself as I began to take off my clothes, I made sure to carefully fold them and place them on top of the bathrooms sink, but close enough that I would be able to grab them after I finished drying off. I didn’t need to worry about closing the bathroom door as Luna had obviously locked me in my room until morning, and I knew that would mean I would be stuck in this room until she or sun butt came to get me until then. Shrugging my shoulders, I got into the shower, and quickly turned it on. Of all the differences between them and humans, these ponies still seem to make showers the same way as back home... pretty freaky. But I am not one to complain when it works in my favor.
When the water warmed up a bit, I ducked my head under the spray of water and flinched at how hot it actually felt... that is until it cooled down to a welcoming heat instead of the scolding feeling it had felt like. I let out a relaxed groan as I fully entered the water, and as I stood there with my eyes closed, hot shower occupying my entire hearing, and tenseness leaving my shoulders, I began to truly relax as my earlier memories left me...
...
(Citrus Sheet’s P.O.V.)
Stepping up to the door, I pushed it open with both my fore hooves and only dropped back to all four once I could easily get into the room. The magic spells that alerted any and all staff that clothes or fabrics needed to be washed had indicated that this was the room, and as I made my way deeper into the room, I saw a strange yellow metal thing near the bed, but as I looked closer, I saw the sheets weren’t as messy as they could’ve been, so I knew that it was instead clothes that needed washing.
Making my way towards the bathroom door, I heard the shower running, and I knew that the stallion or mare inside was most likely using it. All nobles and guests tended to take incredibly long baths, and even longer showers, so I knew I would be able to get these clothes out, get them washed, and then return them all before they got out.
Walking into the bathroom, I quickly collected the clothes and tossed them into the easily accessible clothes pamper located underneath the sink, and then grabbed the handle in my mouth and quietly left the bathroom...
...
(Wolf’s P.O.V.)
Reaching a hand out, I grabbed a towel and pulled it back into the shower with me, and then I proceeded to dry off as quickly as I could. I had no doubt that it was night-time now, and while I didn’t mind staying up, I felt utterly exhausted. All my troubles were forgotten in the shower, and while I now only cared about possibly crawling into the bed and falling asleep, I first needed to get dressed.
Sweeping aside the curtains and getting out of the shower, I froze when my eyes met the empty countertop instead of clothes I knew I had left there...
Who took my clothes...?
Wrapping the towel around my waist as I left the bathroom, I entered the main room and saw the main doors were slightly ajar, indicating someone had indeed entered and took my clothes. Yet I couldn’t just go chasing whoever it was with only my towel. Whether it be a pony or another human, I couldn’t just run around in the nude with nothing more solid for cover than a towel. It wasn’t only unsubstantial; it would possibly be more revealing than if I walked around in a flour sack.
I need something that can at least cover my entire body without being revealing... there has got to be something in here. Letting my eyes scan the room, I found my eyes getting dragged towards the bed, and while the blanket would easily be thick, it would be cumbersome to lug it around. The pillow cases were way too small... and I didn’t exactly want to make holes in them for my legs to fit in either; nothing was ruder than property damage.
The bed sheet... I will need to use that.
Quickly making my way over, I ripped the blanket back, before yanking the sheet out from its neatly tucked position, and then with a quick look towards the door, I dropped the towel and wrapped the bed sheet around me and covered as much of my waist and upper body as I could.
Time to go find my clothes!
~Library~
(Princess Luna’s P.O.V.)
Skimming through the books content as I absently noted things of interest, I found myself thinking back to how Max had been when we first discovered his intelligence. He had indeed been interesting, yet he had also tried to hide his intelligence for as long as he could, and then he had kept trying to hide it further along the road from every other pony he met. It may be no secret now, but it wasn’t something he went and gloated about either. Wolf however had showed me that he was intelligent after he seemed comfortable with me being near him.
Turning my gaze towards the open library door, I let out a tired sigh, but when my thoughts returned to him, I felt my cheeks warming up, before I merely forced my gaze back to the tome in my magic. Refocusing my attention solely on the knowledge in front of me, I noticed I was on a page that detailed what the typical date revolved around... nothing of which was new.
These issues... why must they plague my mind? Why must the knowledge be so simple, yet still so hard to obtain? Twilight has her own intelligent human companion, yet she won’t be available for questions until tomorrow morning at the best, and even then... do I really wish to ask such a peculiar question as, ‘has thy human ever looked at your flank while he was smiling’? Surely I could ask it in a more tactful way, but that would just prolong the awkwardness to the question I will ask in the end.
I’m sure she wouldn’t mind answering my questions, yet will she or Max remember any of the problems we ever had in the past... any previous issues that would give them the want to use this against me?
I am overthinking this... they will both be mature and leave foolishness out of their answers. All I need to do is ask and I know Twilight will answer honestly... though it is probably best if we leave Max out of this discussion for the sanctity of an honest answer.
Smiling as I nodded to myself, I returned to the book in my magic’s grasp with a bit more confidence and conviction. If I could find an answer in this book, then I wouldn’t need to bother with asking such an embarrassing question. I could always ask Wolf directly... but that would be even worse than asking Twilight.
Stallions... er, intelligent humans always are confusing...
(Citrus Sheet’s P.O.V.)
I can understand why some mares and stallions want to cover up their humans, but who would spend so much bits on human clothing only for it to go through such extensive damages?
Shaking my head as I carried the clothes back to the room I had visited recently with hamper bag handle in muzzle, I felt a brief smile cross my muzzle as I thought of the clothes in said hamper. From what the washer had said, these clothes were apparently made for a male human, and a large one at that. And that meant that the reason the clothes were in the bathroom was that the human was most likely getting a shower from his owner. And it was hard to see a stallion giving a human a shower... unless if it was Prince Blueblood.
Bleh!
Just the thought of Prince Blueblood and his humans was enough for me to shudder in disgust. I could only hope this human’s owner was a mare, instead of a stallion like our local Prince.
Turning into the room where I was supposed to return the clothes, I saw the bathroom door was completely ajar, and the sound of the shower was no longer echoing from within. Looking towards the main part of the room, I noticed how everything seemed unmoved; all except the bed. The blanket was lying partly on the floor, yet the sheet seemed to be missing entirely.
Shaking my head a bit as I made my way to the bathroom, I intended on replacing the clothes and hamper, and then departing as if I was never here. My job was finished, and I knew better than to linger somewhere longer than I was asked to.
Setting the folded and neat clothes on the counter, I stored the hamper back under the sink after rinsing the handle until I knew it was sterile, and then I turned to leave.
...
(Wolf’s P.O.V.)
What time is it...?
This entire time I had been wandering through this castle and its many halls and just as countless amounts of doors, I had only happened upon five ponies and one other human. The ponies had consisted of four guards standing in front of a two separate doorways, and the fifth pony had been what I suppose was a mare maid. The guards had shown almost no indication of caring I had even passed them, yet the maid had been interested enough to talk to me as if I was no more than an infant. After an irritating session of playing a mime, I got bored and had left her to do whatever it was she was doing at this time of night.
The human however... that naked little bastard had literally growled at me as I walked past. The last time I tried to make contact with another of the local humans, she had understandably growled at me. It would seem all the humans here were nothing more than animals... though it was bothersome to think of my fellow species as nothing more than pets.
Naked, viscous, and stupid pets...
Since these humans are nothing but animals, I can understand why the female growled and tried to bite me. I had grabbed and tried to pull her away from a pony... most likely her owner. Yet that guy I passed... he may have been tethered to the door, but I made no more than a simple contact of the eyes with him and he was already pissed enough to growl. If all the humans here are just as mindless as those two examples... then this is going to be a long and pain staking stay.
Pulling the bed sheet tighter around my shoulders and securing the portion of the lower half as well, I walked around a corner and looked down the hall and saw what I had expected. More doors...
I'm starting to just wanting to go back to my room to sleep...
Taking a glance down the hallway I had just come from, I felt my shoulders sag as I knew my next problem. Yet I don’t even know how to get back to my room...
Coming around a corner, I saw only a single pony here, and from the looks of it, I was expecting this pony to be someone of importance. Yet due to my lack of proper writing materials, it would prove fruitless to attempt any kind of communication with it. Actually... from how the body was shaped, it looked like a male... a stallion more likely. Perhaps he will think I am a lost pet and will bring me to one of the princesses... that might actually work. If not, then I can always just choose to struggle to find my way back to my room.
Making my way towards the stallion that was looking down at his hoof, I found myself wondering how exactly I would get him to understand anything I would try to say. There wasn’t much I could communicate with. I had my body, my hands, and a bad sense of how to mime out something in charades. It wasn’t ideal, but it was all I had to work with.
None of this would be happening if whomever it was hadn’t stolen my clothes.
Stopping behind the stallion, I reached forward and lightly nudged his shoulder. His head snapped over, and there was a disgusted look on his face, but whatever he had been about to say was lost as his eyes instead widened while he looked up at me...
And then down...
“My my, what do we have here?” His eyes turned from disgust to interest, but the intensity was a bit... disturbing. “I must say, what a delicious looking human... where did you come from?” The way he said it while he continued to eye me was enough to put me off, and I felt myself gag in disgust as I took a step back to put a bit more distance between us. His eyes were locked onto my body, and as I took a step to the side to go around him, he preempted my motion to step closer.
Alright, it seems this was a mistake to try and get help from him. Just need to get around him and leave him to... whatever he had been doing beforehand...
(Princess Luna’s P.O.V.)
Dropping the book down into yet another pile, I stood up and turned to my trio of helper guards and cleared my throat. They all looked up with bright stern gazes, almost as if reading the exhausting and irritating books was not as much of a bother to them as it was to myself. “You are free to return to your prior duties, I shall be foregoing this matter until a later date.”
Turning and making my way towards the entrance, I found my thoughts even more distracted than when I had entered. Yet there were tasks I could be partaking in that I knew would easily distract myself from such thoughts, and I knew without a doubt that a brief flight high above Canterlot would be more than enough to clear my mind. Smiling as I continued to walk down the hallway, I felt more than a bit of my previous tension already starting to dissipate while I thought more of flying under my night’s sky.
That is, until I heard the sound of shattering pottery...
Stopping and looking behind me towards the origin of the sound, I knew it could possibly just have been a maid accidently tripping and knocking something over, but something within me compelled me to go and locate the source of the disturbance. Even as I turned around and began to make my way down the hall, and towards the junction I would take, I felt deep inside me it would be odd for even a maid to be up and working at this hour.
Turning and making my way down the hallway, I heard somepony shout in agitation, and then I heard the sound of something shattering. Quickening my pace now, I felt a bit of caution steel its way into my mind now. Then I heard a familiar voice speak angrily from around the approaching corner, “How dare you attempt to assault me!”
Blueblood?
Trotting around the corner and stopping, I found myself observing an odd scene indeed. There was Prince Blueblood, glaring down at the culprit to my earlier... anxiety. At the sound of my hooves resounding off the marble floor, both stallion and human looked over and had varying expressions once they landed on me. Wolf let out a relieved sigh as he looked up at me from his position on the floor where an aura of magic held him. Blueblood looked curious and slightly annoyed however as he said, “Hello princess. I was just taking my human back to my room when it threw a few vases at me. My deepest apologies...”
I felt my eyes narrow as I looked upon the scene in front of me. When Blueblood attempted to start moving, I cleared my throat to stop him, and stop he did. He looked up at me, and that was when I spoke, “Blueblood, release this human at once. I know for certain that he is not under your ownership.”
His eyes flashed with brief worry, before he said, “Preposterous. He has no markings of his owner, so that makes him my human by right.”
“And by what right is that Blueblood?”
He smiled as he puffed his chest out and said, “The right of finders’ keepers, loser weepers.”
Confounded! His mind thinks more like a foal than it should. Shaking my head, I cleared my throat again when he attempted to walk past me, and I said, “That is not how we run things here in Canterlot if I am not mistaken Blueblood.”
“He still has no owner, so that makes me his owner.”
Frowning as a stomped a hoof against the marble, I saw his eyes widen as his ears partially laid flat, and I said more in a declaration than statement, “He is my human, and I order you to release him this instant!”
There was silence throughout the hallway as he store up at me with a frozen expression that displayed surprise, and when my gaze moved over to Wolf, I saw the same in his expression. He swallowed when my eyes landed on his own, before he offered me a weak smile.
Turning my eyes to Blueblood, I saw his eyes look down in dejection, and then Wolf was once again free to move. As soon as he was able to, he jumped to his feet and moved to my side. I watched him to make sure he wouldn’t go too far behind me, and once I was sure he was going to stay beside my shoulder, I looked back at Blueblood and said, “You may leave now Blueblood...”
Wolf and I watched Blueblood leave, and once he was gone, I looked to him and saw him look back. Yet as I was looking at him, I noticed he was lacking something I knew him and max shared in preference. So I voiced my question, “Where are your clothes?”
He looked down, and in a moment his arms snapped in front of him, and I noticed his hands blur a bit near the bottom of my vision. Glancing down, I noticed he was covering himself, and when I too moved my gaze back up, I saw him looking away while his face glowed a bright red coloration. He took a few steps down the hallway, and when he snatched up a discarded bed sheet, he wrapped it around himself starting below his waist to his shoulders. I felt my wings twitch as he stood there with his freshly covered body now hidden behind a thin bed sheet, I'm not sure if I'm going to be flying anytime soon...
After he approached me, he held his hands hour with one above the other, and moved the upper hand in a motion similar to what he had been doing earlier today when he had been writing in his notebook.
“Oh yes... let us return you to your room...”
...
(Wolf’s P.O.V.)
It had seemed that I had wandered quite the distance from my room in search of my missing clothes, but it did come with a bonus; I now had the opportunity to explain myself to Luna... though I more rather than less had to force her into the room before snatching up my backpack. She had seemed embarrassed and more than a little nervous when she left me last time, and this time was none the different... except I was still wearing the bed sheet I had taken from my bed.
I need to make sure she will stay before I dress... I won’t sleep well until she knows I wasn’t checking her out...
Grabbing and turning my notebook around, I saw her look down from my eyes into the notebook, they began to skim it before she nodded. Smiling as I jumped to my feet, I hurried to the bathroom and as quickly as I could threw my clothes on.
Coming out of the bathroom in clothes was more satisfactory than I thought it would originally be, but while I was looking to my bike, I approached Luna and sat down on the end of the bed near her. Grabbing my notebook, I pulled it up and began to write out a message.
‘Thanks for waiting. Now, the reason I was walking around the halls was when I left my shower, I saw my clothes were missing, and I thought I could by chance catch whoever had taken them. That however didn’t go so well.’
She nodded once she had finished reading, and I looked towards her as she said, “That explains why you were walking around without your clothes...”
Nodding my head as well, I turned my notebook around and decided to get right to the point instead of beating around the bush. After several moments, I turned the notebook around for her.
‘Before you had left earlier, I had wanted to explain to you about the situation in the gardens, but before I had even gotten to get my notebook, you had left... along with locking the door, so I couldn’t even get to you. But earlier, I hadn’t been looking at you butt, I was looking at the moon you have painted on it. It was actually interesting to me as your name is Luna, there is a guard with a shield and his name was something like that, and your sister has a sun on her butt and her name is Celestia... I hadn’t been looking at you in that way, but you had left before I had been able to tell you that.’
It took her a few moments to read what I had just written, but over the course of the reading, I saw her cheeks starting to deepen in color, and I now understood that was her version of a blush without a doubt in mind. She looked to the side and let out a brief cough, before she nodded and said, “Understood... I believe now is better than later for you to have informed me of such. Our cutie marks often relate with our names and what our professions are. And they aren’t painted... they are part of us.”
Ah... a tattoo then.
She looked away from me and towards the window and towards the visible moon, and while she did, I looked back down and began to write away again at my notebook. It was just a brief message, but it was a message that I needed to convey to her more than anything else. Looking back over, I saw she was still looking towards the moon, so I reached a hand up and scratched the base of her ear. She first leaned into my fingers, but that was for a brief fraction of a second before her ear flicked and she jerked her head away and looked towards me with wide eyes. Lifting the notebook with a warm smile, I saw her read what I had written. ‘Thanks for the help earlier.’
She smiled weakly as she nodded slowly, and her eyes looked back into my own, before she said, “Yes, well, you seemed to require the help...”
She stood to leave, but when she did, I tapped her side to get her attention, and when she looked back to me, I was already writing again.
‘I wouldn’t mind another walk through the gardens. It was a good experience until the misunderstanding.’
When she smiled, she nodded before she started to leave the room. Watching her leave, I knew I had made the proper amends I needed to keep her as a friend, but as I turned to look at my bed, I found myself thinking back to that confused stallion I had run into earlier. I hope there aren’t many more like him... it's one thing to be hit on by a guy, but by someone that is a different species? And then to have them literally start dragging you away with magic? I may need an anti-magic arm band or something...
Shaking my head, I placed my notebook into my backpack, and then I proceeded to get ready to attempt to sleep. If anything, I was expecting some disturbing nightmares tonight...
Author's Note
Hot damn... I backed out of the tab into a prior one, and I was scared I was going to need to do all this editing over again... I'm so happy that isn't the case.
Sorry about the extended wait on everyone that wanted to see this chapter, and I would normally offer an excuse, but there really isn't a reason for this story. Now, for Rainboom Anomaly and Luna's Week Off, I have proper and legitimate excuses for them...
