The Mighty

It was dark, the air was thick and heavy with a sense of dread; my limbs were flaccid, my heart thrashed against the enclosure of my chest in hopes of escaping the possible outcome I anxiously anticipated. Nothing too specific, it was the dread, the fear that something might happen, that something lingering within the darkness surrounding me would pounce at any given moment, however it tortured me at an agonizingly slow rate to force upon the painfully slow approach of eternal slumber.

However, when I expected a horrendous beast to emerge from the depths of black and rip me to and fro; the unexpected finds me, leaving me bemused, and still intimidated. It was a horse of some sort, a mare based on its effeminate frame and curves. It was odd, this creature was in fact equine, but had a completely alternate appearance in comparison to the horses I've seen.

Her muzzle was stubbed, much shorter with noticeable human features, though her face still retained an equine mold. To cut a long story short, the mare was either a cartoon-ish horse, or an alien creature with equine features. I was leading towards a mixture of both, considering the brightly contrasted mystical features of the mare.

The mare had a fur coat shaded to an ominous black that reflected light in a rather astonishing manner. Along her body were pieces of armor; a helmet, chest piece with a crescent moon insignia upon the front, and armored boots molded to fit her hooves without flaw. The color of her armor was a deep azure shaded with a tint of violet. Her mane and tail were both an ethereal deep blue with a starry-night decor, both her mane and tail flowed in a non-existent breeze, leaving me confused as to rather I should be intimidated or astounded--I was both. Last but not least, the mare's eyes...those piercing black slits surrounded by an emerald green set of irises.

I couldn't move nor react in any way besides staring anxiously at the mythical equine creature approaching me ever so slowly. I towered over her, without her horn she stood at least six feet in height from head to hoof; her horn gave her another foot--reaching an equal height with the tip of my head.

I was speechless, I couldn't really speak out of fright I may displease this mystical equine beauty before me. She had me at her mercy, and the devious look in her ominous eyes assured me that she was well aware of this fact. As she approached me, I grew more and more uncomfortable; I had a perimeter of privacy that I made sure was notorious to those around me, and she obviously disregarded my field of comfort and invaded my personal space without a bat of an eyelash.

"Kane...thou art humbled by wrath and misfortune, bathed in the blood of fury, and laced with memorable scars across thy flesh" the mare whispered, tapping the tip of her horn against the bulk of my chest. Within an instant, I was removed of my shirt, baring my nude upper body to her predatory gaze.

"Who are you, how do you know my name, what the hell is going on!?" I was finally able to choke up once my discomfort levels reached DEFCON one.

"Shush~" the mare cooed, a dark violet aura surrounding my mouth, silencing me of any more banter while she rested her ear against the left side of my chest, listening to the sound of my panicking heart as it continued to rapidly thud against the interior of my chest in a wild attempt to break free.

"Thy heart beats with such fury; a caged beast enthralled with fear and anxiety. But I assure thee, our weary subject, that you hath no reason to fear us" the mare spoke, softly trailing her muzzle up my chest, exhaling her warm breath upon my broad torso, causing a shiver to run up my spine.

"Oi, you're getting a little too close for comfort" I grunted, my breath catching in my throat as she suddenly shoved her face centimeters from mine, the tip of her muzzle pressing firmly against my nose.

"Oh?" she smirkied, her ears flicking softly while she locked eyes with me, her bright emerald hues staring down my own pale blue irises. "Art thou flattered that a mare such as we show such intrigue?" she inquired, audibly purring as she began to trail her lips along my neck, nibbling at my collar.

"Oi!" I yipped, looking down at her with slight discomfort.

"Hm~?" she slowly began to trail her tongue along my collar, stopping at the base of my throat, then began to trail her lips up my neck, nuzzling through my scraggily stubble before reaching my lips, hovering her own centimeters from them. She stared at me half-liddedly, as if she were waiting for me to speak once more, only to interrupt me with a possible kiss.

"What do you want from me...?" I slowly choked out after a few brief moments of silence, earning a chuckle from this godly equine entity.

"What do I want?" she asked retorically, perking her brows upward. "Power, authority, dominance, loyalty--but more importantly...I want you" she spoke, leaning foward, and as suspected, she kissed me.

I couldn't struggle that much, do to the indominable magical aura keeping me suppressed. All I could do is groan in protest, although her soft and short aggressive moans drowned out most of my discomfort. Her lips parted, thrusting her pointed tongue through my mouth, wrestling me tongue for dominance while it desperately tried to avoid hers.

Eventually, she removed her lips from mine, our lips departing with a soft slurping sound, a trail of saliva connected between our lips. I coughed softly, facing away from her as I tried to clean some of the saliva she had left in my mouth. She cackled softly, a wicked smirk splayed across her muzzle.

"Why...why me?" I asked, panting softly, attempting to regain the breath she had sucked out of me with that forceful kiss.

"Doth thou feel insufficient?" the mare inquired, perking a brow.

"I...I'm a reject. A freak of society. I have the body of a monster, with the soul of a sad and miserable boy. I have no potential, all I can do now is just suffer for the entertainment of others, hoping they would be entertained enough to provide me with what little I need to survive..." I rasped, lowering my eyes.

There was a pause, roughly about five minutes of silence, then I felt the mare's hoof lift my chin up, causing me to look her in the eyes. She wore a soft smile, one that took me off guard.

"Thou seems to neglect the traits that make thee a man of marvel proportions" the mare spoke, absorbing my image with her eyes.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, looking at her quizzically.

"Between thou and we, many traits are shared. Thou art the body, filled with the strength to carry skies and shatter stones, composed with the build to intimidate the opposition and cast a shadow over your enemies, and forged with the endurance to take blows of unprecedented strengths and still keep going" the mare began, her eyes examining my body as she slowly trotted around me. "However, the body cannot function without the mind--"

"And I assume that you're the mind?" I spoke, cutting her off. She nodded, stopping behind me.

I was held still by another magical aura while the mare slowly trailed her lips along the scars on my back, mainly the largest one that reached from the left side of my waist all the way up to my upper right shoulder.

"Could you stop molesting me!?" I yelped, her nose trailed across the sensitive nerves along my back, causing me discomfort.

"Huhu~ Perhaps it is time thou awakens from thy slumber. Take heed, thou shall not awaken in thy abode, but in a land not of thy own" the mare spoke, stepping in front of me, placing the tip of her horn against my forehead.

There was a bright flash of light, it stung my eyes, causing me to close them tightly and wince in slight pain. I suddenly felt as if my body were being sucked into a small tunnel, every fiber in my body felt as if it were being pulled with immense force until eventually all my senses were cut off, and nothing but darkness was left.

My eyes shot open, and immediately I gasped desperately for air, selfishly gulping down as much precious oxygen as I could while the wind brushed against my cold-sweat, leaving me with a chill in my flesh. I panted heavily, my eyes wide open yet still unable to process the surroundings; caught in a moment of blurry haze.

After a few minutes of panting and making sure my body was still intact, my eyes slowly began to process the environment around me, the blurred shapes and masses became much clearer and sharper now.

I was in a forest, a thicket of rich green vegetation and flourishing wildlife. It appeared as if I was in a foreign land based on the aura I received from the atmosphere. I felt alien to my surroundings, as if I didn't belong. My focus was torn from my surroundings and towards my damp attire. It must've rained while I was unconscious, making me shiver from the occasional breeze that would come along. I needed to find somewhere safe and get out of these wet clothes, and fast.

Returning my attention to my surroundings, I noticed that there was a source of light not too far off, about three-hundred feet. There were voices too, most likely some campers. This was good, I could find out where I was and get help at the same time. But first, it was time to evaluate what I was situated with.

After taking a quick glance down, I noticed that I was wearing my black security t-shirt and denim jacket. I was also wearing some digital camouflage jeans and leather combat boots. I worked at a restaurant as a bouncer, anywhere that sold alcohol in my town sought it necessary to have one if not many. I was going on break when a wave of energy hit me, as well as a dark violet aura.

I checked each pocket I had, taking note of my inventory. I had my tazor--that was thankfully still dry--resting on the inside of my denim jacket within a zipped closed pocket safe and sound. Within the breast pockets of my jacket was my iPhone and anti-depressants. Within the jacket pockets near my waist were a box of matches and an unopened bag of honey-roasted cashews and a half-eaten bag of beef-jerky.

After checking my jacket pockets I began to explore the lower half of my apparel, examining it for useful items. Resting in a holster on my hip was my standard-issued collapsible baton. In another holster located just beside the baton was my bowie knife--which looked like an average sized knife within my cumbersome grasp. I felt around my back pockets, and within each of my back pockets was a pair of knuckle-dusters, both of them were steel and painted a carbon black shade.

'That's odd...I remember leaving these back at home...as well as my bowie knife...' I thought to myself quizzically, a confused look brimming upon my face.

Checking my jean's thigh pockets, I noticed that I had a flash-light in my left pocket and a few battery packs for my tazor in the right pocket. I thought for a moment, trying to assess the situation at hand.

"Grhwa--!?"  I tried to speak, only to be met with a burning pain in my throat, as if I had swallowed saltwater after powering down a pound of glass.

I paused for a moment, and decided to test out what else I could do and what I couldn't do. I could still whistle, groan, sigh, growl, hiss, essentially make a lot of animalistic noises--aside from whistling. I grumbled with annoyance, pinching the bridge of my nose while letting out a long and irritated sigh.

'This is just great, just fuckin' dandy!' I mulled to myself angrily, rubbing my temples to avoid a migraine.

I shook aside my frustration once I noticed the cold was starting to get to me. I had a high body temperature, so at least I was warm to some extent, but I should still try and find those campers ASAP in order to get some god damn help around here.

Take heed, thou shall not awaken in thy abode, but in a land not of thy own

A shiver ran up my spine as those words repeated in my head. The words that mare spoke to me in my dream. I dreaded the meaning of her words, and I hoped to god that it didn't mean what I thought it meant. I shook myself, giving myself a mental slap in order to bring myself back to the main agenda; survival.

I shifted my gaze over towards where I saw light from a camp fire, the smoke barely visible in the darkness of night--which I took notice of how beautiful it looked. Instead of the usual plain and dull black sky with the occasional star here and there, the night sky looked as if Van Gogh himself painted it. It was beautiful, layers and streams of colors blended together. It was breathtaking, calming my rustled nerves just enough to bring my blood pressure down to a reasonable level. I smiled slightly, silently thanking the night's soothing beauty before returning my attention to the camp just up ahead.

I began to lightly jog my way through the forest thicket, breaching the integrity of foliage along the way. Eventually I reached the border of the opening where the camp was set up, the sound of the campfire cracking and hissing was a rather welcoming sound aside from the distant voices.

While I came closer, I started to note something rather...strange. There was a medieval looking cart resting near a visible dirt road that possibly led to some sort of civilization. It was filled with supplies of all sorts: food, clothing, gear, tools, and what appeared to be saddle-bags. However, instead of a horse or mule, there was a woman hooked up to the front of it, a harness resting on her shoulders.

She was young, perhaps in her early twenties--a few years older than me. She had light red hair that reached a few inches past her shoulders, deep sapphire blue eyes, large perky naked breasts...wait a minute...

SHE'S NAKED!?

This gal was buck ass naked, not a single shred of clothing on her--aside from the harness that linked her to the cart. Plus, she was covered in grime, as if she hadn't bathed in a week. Dirty or not, her curves and well-endowments were clearly visible. I averted my eyes for a moment, thinking to myself before I drew to one conclusion.

She's in trouble.

She clearly has an expression of distress on her face, looking uncomfortable within the possible overly-tightened harness. Plus I could make out a few bruises and marks here and there, as if she's been abused. It was clear to me now, that some sick son of a bitch is  torturing this poor woman, probably some inbred hill-dweller with a bunch of bodies rotting in his closet.

I'm well armed, well trained, and sure as hell pissed off--it's time I advance, I can beat information out of this fucker about where I am and how I'm supposed to get out before I knock his teeth in.

I advanced forward slowly, crouching as I approached the distressed woman. As I came closer, I noticed she was painfully tied to a tree, the rope around her ankles etching into her skin, and most likely cutting off her circulation. I quickly sneaked my way beside her, catching her attention with a soft psst.

She looked at me, her eyes squinting before widening slightly. She looked at me with slight fear, recoiling her head a bit as she took a defensive pose--covering her lower region with one hand and blocking her face with the other. I sighed softly, understanding that she would be defensive against anyone at this point.

I'd also like to mention at this point that she stunk.

I waved my hand slightly to catch her attention, trying my best to appear innocent. She lowered her arm a bit, looking at me with confusion, reading my face cautiously. I motioned towards the ropes, being sure to be slow and non-threatening as possible. I took out my bowie knife, cutting the rope connecting her to a nearby tree. I looked up at her, and within an instant this chick was in my face.

I held back a yelp as I recoiled my head back, widening my eyes a bit.

'Uh...hello?' I mentally spoke, shaking the surprised look off my face.

I shifted my attention to her harness, I placed my knife in its holster and began to fiddle with the buckles of the harness, eventually freeing her from it. She quickly darted into me, quivering as she clung to my chest, her eyes closed tightly. I gazed at her sadly, gently wrapping my arms around her, giving her an assuring embrace while I stroked her head. I snatched a blanket from the cart and wrapped it around her, she looked at me quizzically then at the blanket, as if she just discovered that she could acquire warmth from a blanket.

I glanced at her quizzically for a brief moment before my attention was brought to the sound of footsteps...or at least what I thought sounded like footsteps. I quickly guided the woman into the brush with me, hiding behind a rather large bush while I examined who was approaching...and what I saw next shocked me.

Exiting a large house-sized tent was not a man, nor a human, but a four foot high pony--a mare from the looks of it. And the thing that made my blood run cold, was that she closely resembled the mare in my dream--although the mare in my dream was the size of a horse, roughly six feet in height--excluding her horn. This mare however, was a pony, four feet high as I said before. Unlike the mare in my dream, this pony had no wings or horn--which made her a normal pony I guess?

The mare had a well groomed silver fur coat, her mane and tail an obsidian black shade. Her mane was cut short just below her ears, it had a white streak that reached from her roots all the way to the bottom of her bangs that were combed to cover her left eye. The mare's eyes were a light maroon shade. Adorned on her flank, was an insignia in shape of a storm cloud overlapping a full moon, I couldn't be sure if it was some sort of tattoo or tribal painting, I sure as hell wasn't gonna get close enough to find out.The thing that set me off the most about this mare, is that I could see murder and sinistry in her eyes.

The words that the mare in my dreams told me bounced off of each and every wall in my head, echoing constantly. I was definately not on Earth anymore, or was I?

I couldn't be sure, what if Earth was invaded by aliens that looked like ponies and could talk? What if I was held in some sort of science fiction hibernation machine that kept me young and alive throughout a course of generations and I just recently awoke? That would explain the fact that this woman acted rather odd, and she hasn't spoken a word yet. I shook my head, slapping myself mentally, bringing me back to the matter at hand.

The woman hid behind me like a beaten dog in fear of its abusive master, which only made my blood boil more. Even though I was essentially having a freakout in my head, the fact still remained that this woman was most likely abused by that pony. I glared at the unsuspecting mare, hatred bubbling through the surface of my pale blue orbs.

I didn't know what this mare was capable of, and I was completely certain by the sound of voices in the tent behind her that she was in fact not alone. And so I decided, once the chance arose I would take as much as I could from the cart and haul ass away from the camp and hopefully find somewhere safe enough to find shelter.

I glanced at the woman who simply just stared at me blankly, taking note of her rather neutral expression. I gestured that she stay put, giving her a reassuring pat on the head, smiling softly, attempting to give her any assurance that I could provide. She looked up at me with concern in her eyes, but her facial features remained distant.

Once the mare had re-entered the tent, I began to make my move. I gathered up as much as I could carry, pretty much three-fifths of the cart. I'd say there was about a week or so worth of food and water, and plenty of gear and tools to help gather even more substances and build shelter. Before I began to back away from the cart, I noticed something shining in the moonlight on the edge of the cart. I crept slowly over to it, curiosity taking over.

It was a fucking sword.

'How the hell can a pony use a sword?' I mulled to myself, shrugging after a few seconds of contemplation.

I grasped the sword within my grasp, it was about the length of a machete you would buy at Cabella's, roughly twelve inches long. I wrapped it in some cloth I found in one of the saddle bags then strapped it to my back horizontally. I quickly knelt down and scattered into the bush just as the mare came out once more, only this time with a few other ponies that wore light armor of some sorts. My heart nearly stopped as I noticed they were approaching the cart I just stole from.

It was time to go.

I rushed to the woman as stealthily as possible, picking her up in my grasp, holding her bridal style as I began to haul ass into the thicket, loud voices coming from behind me. The woman let out a soft yelp when I picked her up, looking at me quizzically before latching on tightly, hearing the loud voices from the ponies was motivation enough not to complain about me carrying her.

Let me take the time to tell you a little about myself. My name is Kane Argent, I am a seven foot tall three-hundred and eighty pound seventeen year old male that plays--or used to play--linebacker for my high school's football team. In past games, I had to run with all my might, pummeling mountains of flesh like me in order to help the little guys score a touchdown. Now I could run pretty fast, sixteen feet per second in fact, most of my body weight was muscle so carrying it was rather easy. I was currently being chased down by possible blood-thirsty talking ponies, all the meanwhile carrying roughly eighty pounds of luggage and a rather attractive adult female through a forest; one of nature's many obstical courses in a situation such as this.

It was hard, but I ran like a bat out of hell.

Every fiber in my body was burning with pain as I dashed through the forest, avoiding countless trees and obstacles of the sort. The woman held onto me for dear life, whimpering softly as I continued to evade my far off pursuers. I could hear that mare's voice barking demands at the other ponies that were with her--stallions from the sound of their deep and gruff responses. I couldn't make out what they were saying since it started to rain, making the importance of shelter all the more intense.

I gritted my teeth, swerving to and fro, eventually the sounds of their voices began to die out under the echoes of rain pelting the forest floor. I felt a bit more relieved once I was certain we were in the clear. It was raining, making it all the more difficult for our pursuers to track us, and I'm pretty sure they don't even know what I look like, aside from my massive stature.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed a cave resting near the top of a hill about forty feet ahead. I thanked what ever diety may be watching over us, and charged towards the cave, hoping it had no current residents. I decided that we would rest in the cave until the rain stopped, then set out on finding some civilization--rather it be human or pony, I didn't really care at this point. Anyone--or anypony--would be better than the fuckers chasing us.

I set the woman down, then all the gear I jacked, and slowly took a seat next to the woman, resting for a moment to allow my nerves to settle. I let out a relieved sigh, then shifted my gaze to the woman next to me. She looked at me with curiosity, her deep blue eyes locked onto my form as she inched closer to me.

She got onto her knees, leaning closely as she began to examine my face, reaching her hands out to feel my face. Her blanket started to slip, falling slowly down her form. I yelped softly, reaching forward and quickly pulling the blanket back over her, holding it in place so it would cover her nudity. She tilted her head quizzically, inching even closer, her face mere inches from my own. I could feel heat begin to flush onto my cheeks, my eyes locked with her own.

'Okay lady, what's your game at?' I mused, chuckling nervously as I begin to try and find something to put space between us.

Oh, did I forget to mention that this woman stank?

Before this woman got any closer, I put my finger in between our faces, pressing them onto her lips. She blinked, tilting her head at me while I dug around one of the saddle bags with a free hand, hoping to find what I was looking for.

Bingo.

Before the woman got any closer, I shoved the bottle against her chest, resting it there until she grasped it with her hands. I let my arm fall to my sides, sighing softly as I backed up a few feet. She stared at me quizzically before exchanging multiple glances between me and the soap. I let out a soft groan, pinching the bridge of my nose.

'Does she even know how to wash herself?' I asked myself mentally, rubbing my temples before letting out a long and frustrated sigh.

Suddenly, an idea came into my head. It would require me breaking my comfort boundaries but hopefully it would get rid of her horrid body odor. I slowly ventured over to the luggage, removing most of my clothing, I could almost feel this chick's eyes weld themselves on my form while I stripped. I tried to shrug off my discomfort, pausing every now and then with a second guess.

I was really uncomfortable, I didn't like taking my shirt off or exposing myself to others, it only made my social anxiety worse. Plus, I didn't like it when people stare, even if it's Wild Wonda back here. I stripped down to my boxers, leaving them on for obvious reasons. I turned around slowly, only to be met with the woman being mere inches from me. I jolted a bit, startled by her silent presence.

I gave an audible groan of discomfort, ignoring her stares momentarily before she started to reach towards me.

'Red flag! Red Flag! RED FLAG!!'

Instead of anything 'suggestive', the woman simply trailed her fingertips over the many scars scattered along my body, a rather distant and solemn look in her eyes. I gazed at her with a rather distant expression, lowering my eyes a bit, allowing her to examine the torturous reminders of my past failure.

She let out a quiet sympathetic whimper, looking up at me with a saddened gaze. I sighed softly, gently resting my hand upon her head while I stroked her beautiful red hair. I was trying to inform her that I was fine, that I was not in pain, but her sympathy remained.

After a few moments of silence, I trekked over towards the entrance of the cave, placing a bucket I grabbed from the cart to sit in the rain and gather water. After a good twenty minutes, the bucket was decently full enough to use. I bundled up some socks I found in the saddlebags, though they looked like something out of a Victoria's Secret catalog, they would suffice as a wash cloth for now.

I took a seat on a large rock perched within the cave, and made sure she paid attention while I began to wash myself, squirting soap into the bucket of water before dunking the socks into the sud enthralled water. I began to drag the drenched socks across my form, scrubbing any grime I may have gathered from the excitement moments ago.

Eventually, I had finished giving myself a half-baked sponge bath, quickly wrapping myself in a blanket to dry off and get warm. After a moment settled in, allowing me to warm up, I gestured that the woman did the same. She looked at me quizzically, curiously stepping over and sitting where I once was, hesitantly mimicking  the movements of washing rather slowly.

Soon enough, she good the hang of it, and finished up all by herself, rinsing off in the rain before wrapping in a dry blanket to warm herself from the chilly breeze. She looked at me like a child expecting praise, her eyes glimmering up at me, patiently awaiting my approval. I gave a small smile, then stroked her hair softly, patting her head, earning a soft coo from her.

'I think I'll name you...Scarlet' I mentally spoke, a smile forming on my lips.

Now that her stink was taken care of, it was time for another highly important necessity: clothing. I gathered what I could from the bags, crafting the best toga dress I could for her.After fitting her with a half-assed toga, I placed my denim jacket onto her--it looked like a little girl trying on her father's jacket, it was adorable to say the least.

She gazed up at me with content, then tightly pulled me into a warm embrace--for a small woman like her, she sure as hell had a strong-ass grip. I smiled lightly, returning the hug before trekking over to the luggage, digging through them until I found a single bed roll.

'It's better than nothing' I inwardly sighed, laying out the bed roll while Scarlet observed me curiously.

After fluffing the pillow, I gestured Scarlet to lay down onto the bed roll, watching her curiously crawl onto the soft foam mattress was rather adorable, she even tested its comfort with a few presses of her palm against the center of the mattress. She laid down, huddled into a ball, and looked up at me with eyes of content.

As I began to advance towards the entrance of the cave in order to make sure we weren't followed, I heard a soft whimper of protest from Scarlet. I glanced back at her, perking a brow. There was no way I could speak, my throat has been fucked up by some force of nature I'm not aware of, so there was no real way of me assuring her that I wasn't going to leave, that I'd be right there for her.

So, I did what I could do best--lay down next to her.

She trilled softly, resting against me, our combined body heat warming the both of us up rather quickly. I softly blushed as I saw her peek up from under the covers, gazing at me like a dog happily resting beside its kind master.

There could be hundreds of possible explanations for this woman's strange behavior, why she acted like an animal was beyond me, but at least I had some company in this alien like world. If she was in fact feral, then perhaps I could teach her? It appears that she clearly lacks basic information, but learns rather quickly; monkey see, monkey do.

I decided that yesterday I would start educating her the basics of how to take care of herself, basics that natural instincts fail to teach. It may be tough, and I'm no professor, but if I'm going to survive, it would be best to have some company along with me.

My contemplation was broke by a soft melody of dormant coos emanating from Scarlet's lips as she slept soundly and peacefully. Following in her example, I decided to close my eyes and relax my tense body, snuggling up close with Scarlet as our combined body heat comforted us beneath the confines of our blanket. In mere moments, I was asleep, snoring quietly while I drifted further and further into a peaceful slumber.

"I don't believe you Apple Bloom, there's no way a human that tall could pull off such a thing!" Scootaloo whispered, doubting her friend's story.

"You have too! Zecora saw it with her own eyes! A human nearly seven feet tall carrying a small human female along with heavy luggage resting on its back! She said that it must've belong to somepony, since it wore clothing, but strange clothing at that!" Apple Bloom retorted, trotting along the entrance of a cave just a few hundred feet away from the tree-line that resided near Sweet Apple Acres.

"And you're sure Zecora said that it went into this cave?" Sweetie Belle asked, glancing around nervously.

"I'm positive!" Apple Bloom replied, her young southern drawl woven between each word she spoke.

"Right, so what if this giant human is in this cave, what do we do then, won't it hurt us?" Scootaloo asked, pursing her lips anxiously as they approached the cave's entrance slowly.

"We won't know unless we find out!" Apple Bloom chimed, stopping just outside the cave's entrance, staring up at how vast it was, squinting into the darkness with hopes of seeing this alleged giant human.

(To Be Continued...)