Waking up in Equestria

It was a raw, gray and wet day out on the track. Little splashes of rain pecked up from under the sneakers of my classmates as they ran by me for the fourth time around the quarter mile track behind my school. The wind, bitingly cold with promises of a nearby winter, blew over my bare legs and caused me to shiver while I walked with my arms wrapped around myself to keep warm. I hated running... I hated being told to run.

I wasn’t good at sports, I really wasn’t good at anything other than video games to be honest. It was my senior year in high school, and I had spent all of it as a loser as far as I was concerned. I had no friends, my car was a piece of junk, my parents were making me work a part time job now that I was eighteen and despite being obsessively preoccupied with the girls around me... I had never as much as held hands with one.

The rest of the class had finished their mile and were milling about the door on the wet brick building ahead that would take them back into the locker room. I still had two laps to go, plodding my miserable way around in the cold, flat light of the morning when something caught my eye on the far side of the track.

The last thing I remember before waking up in Equestria was walking towards a strange glow that was shining out of the equipment shed on the school’s now deserted sports field, the PE instructor long ago learning not to wait up for me to finish. I had walked towards the door, opened it and then felt like I'd been yanked forward...

Then there was nothing.

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“What do ya think it is?” a voice asked behind me and to the right of my closed eyes. This was the first thing my brain recorded after.. whatever happened, happened.

“I dunno.. but it sure has funny looking hooves!” another voice responded to my left.

As I swam into consciousness, the first thing I noticed was that I was laying down with a hard surface under my back. I was also aware that I had no clothes on and a clean warm air was touching me everywhere, tickling the hair on my legs and torso. My head was thick, cloudy and wrapped in goo as if I'd just woken up from a deep sleep and I didn’t want to accept that I was awake at the moment, however the fact that I had no idea where I was, what was happening or who was near me was making it hard to sit still as my heart began to speed up with fear.

“He’s got no hair either.. well not much anyways” A third voice said at my feet. The voices were girlish sounding, high pitched and youthful.

“Now how do ya suppose it’s a he, Scootaloo?” the voice behind me to my right asked.

“Duh, Apple Bloom, can’t you tell by it's...” the voice whispered something that I couldn't make out. A quiet giggle came from the voices.

“Well mah brothers don’t look like that so how was I supposed ta know!” The voice named Apple Bloom finally said after their giggles subsided.

“Touch it and see if it’s alive” The second voice said in trepidation. Then excitedly as if suddenly coming up with a great idea “If it’s hurt then maybe we can earn our cutie marks by saving its life!”

“CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS LIFE SAVERS YAY!!!!”

The loud and sudden cry jolted me out of my false sleep and caused me to sit up in shock, my eyes flew open wide and I took in my surroundings quickly. I was in a small wooden room, so small that I doubt I would be able to stand upright under the flat ceiling. The room was crudely built and sparely furnished with a low wooden table and a crate of some kind. Open windows to either side of me let in the smell of pleasant things like apples, hay and fresh cut wood on the bright light that streamed in from outside.

Staring at me with big, fearful eyes huddled together in a tight trio against the wall were small horse looking things, a white one , a yellow one with a bow in its mane, and an orange one. I stared at them blankly while my brain tried frantically to categorize them into some type of animal I knew. The nearest it could come up with were small ponies, but with almost human features and expressions. This should have been disconcerting and creepy given the portions ... but it wasn't.

The only jarring thing about the little group was the extra features that two of them possessed on their bodies. The white one had a horn on it's forehead, giving it the appearance of a small unicorn and the orange one possessed a small set of wings on it's back... although they looked stunted and much too small for her body. The last, aside from the ridiculously sized red bow on her head, looked otherwise normal… for a talking, big eyed and disarmingly cute small pony.

I fought the urge to panic. Nothing made sense to me right now, but at the same time I didn't feel a sense of danger. They had an almost reassuring effect on me somehow, regardless if they had no place existing as they did. I'd also began to feel a strange hazy, fuzzy comforting warmth, like I'd had a couple of beers and was getting to that zone when you felt like everything was A-OK.

“It’s awake” the orange one said quietly out of the corner of its muzzle.

“Do you think it can talk?” the white one squeaked.

“Do you think it can hear us?” the yellow one with the bow whispered.

“Uuh..” was all I could manage. My brain had locked up from trying to process what was happening.

“AHHHH!” All three screamed in unison. Their volume hurt my ears terribly and my hands flew up to cover them automatically.

“Oww..” I said in a small voice. I don’t know what these things are, but they reminded me of the gaggle of girls that would roam the hall in eighth grade.

“It can hear us!” the white one said. “Are you ok? What are you? Are you hurt? Why do you have no hair?” it asked in rapid fire succession.

A look of intense curiosity had replaced the fearful expression in the large eyes on all three of them. They moved forward a step, examining me with a thorough inspection and I became painfully aware that I was naked, my junk sitting on display for all to see. My hands left my ears to cover myself between my legs.

“Where am I...” was all I could say. They had now moved directly in front of me and the orange one reached out with a front hoof and poked my foot.

“Don’t know where you are? How can anypony just wake up and not know where they are?” it said with a tone of disbelief, looking at the other two.

“I just... don’t.” I said. “I remember going to the shed on the field at school and next thing I know I’m here. Talking to... you?”

“Well you didn’t answer me!” the white one said impatiently, hopping up and down a bit. It took in a deep breath and rapid fired “WhatareyouWhydoyouhavenohairandareyouahe?!” it said loudly.

In spite of my current situation, I had to smile at the thing. It was probably the cutest thing I had ever seen in its curiosity and agitation. I don't know why, but somehow I knew that there was nothing to fear from it or any of the other beings in here with me.

“I’m a human, we have hair, and yes I’m a he” I said. Again, that two beer acceptance of everything washed over me. I would have been alarmed... had I not felt so good about it.

“See,” the orange one said, poking the yellow one with a hoof and smiling self satisfied. “Told ya.”

“What in tarnation is a hu-man?” the yellow one asked with a confused look on its face, her head cocking to one side. “Did you come from the Everfree forrest?”

“Uh... No... I’m just a human. Everyone is human... at least, they’re supposed to be. I don’t know what you are either” I said. “Because where I come from, Horse-pony things aren’t supposed to talk”.

“Well now that’s just crazy!” the yellowish one said. “Every pony knows how to talk by the time they're two!!”

“I uh… “I stammered. I was feeling awkward, naked, and completely at a loss for what to say next. These ponies seemed not the least bit concerned about the situation. “Do... do you have names?” I said, thinking that it was at least a starting point to figuring out what the hell was going on.

“Why sure!” the yellow one said. “I’m Apple Bloom!”

“I’m Sweetie Belle” said the white one.

“And I’m Scootaloo!” The orange one finished “And together we are…..”

“THE CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS!!!” the three said in loud unison again, their muzzles pointed to the sky with cheer and enthusiasm.

“What’s a cutie mark?” I asked, feeling awkward.

“You don’t know what a cutie mark is?” Sweetie Belle said. A look of disbelief passed between all three of them.

“No... Look..." I gave a sigh of frustration. "Are there some clothes I can put on? I’d rather not sit here like this.”

Warm fuzzy feeling or not, sitting here like this was starting to bother me.

“Clothes? Like a cape? Or a suit?? Are you going to a dance?” Sweetie Belle said. “Cause my big sister is THE BEST at making fancy clothes!”

“Just something to cover my… bottom up with would be a great start.” I replied.

“Cover your bottom?” Apple Bloom said. She had a sudden look of understanding on her face and she moved around to my side to examine my upper thigh and butt that was pressed against the hard wooden floor.

“Hey.. ya don’t have a cutie mark either!” She said with an excited tone. “You wanna join our club?” She asked looking at me with an excited expression. Sitting down as I was, she was above eye level with me.

“Apple Bloom” Sweetie Belle said in a warning tone. “We don’t even know what a hu-man is… maybe we should talk about this first?”

“What do you mean! He’s a blank flank like us!”

“But we don’t even know his name..” Sweetie Belle countered.

“Oh yeah… Say, we told ya our names now what’s yours?” Apple Bloom turned to ask.

Suddenly I was myself again. Shy, unsure, and reluctant to say my name. “Mason” I said. Hating the way my name sounds.

“Mason?” Apple Bloom repeated. “Are you a good pony with bricks? ‘Cause whoo-ee we need help at the farm with our silo!”

“No… I… I don’t know. I just don’t want to sit here naked anymore!” I said urgently, losing my paitence. “Can you please find me something to wear?”

That soothing sensation of being slightly buzzed came again, washing over me and calming my reactions. I really should be freaking out right now, but I just couldn't seem to be bothered with an emotion like fear...

“Why?” Scootaloo said. “Us ponies sit around in our hair all the time!”

“It’s different for humans” I felt a blush rising as the conversation finally turned to the heart of my embarrassment. “We usually cover ourselves... especially down there!”

The three ponies looked at each other before Apple Bloom turned and looked at me with a slightly unsure look on her face. “Well you’re supposed ta keep that put away if’n ya ain't usin it ta go to the bathroom with” she said. “It’s what polite ponies do anyways”

I sat mute for a moment, processing what she was telling me. I’d spent little time around horses and I had to think through the mechanical process of how that part of a stallion worked before understanding what she was saying.

“It… It doesn’t work like that for humans” was the best I could come up with.

“Wha? What do you mean” Apple Bloom said.

“I mean, I can’t just put it away. It’s just there” I said, getting very tired of this situation. Strange buzzed feeling or not, I was getting uncomfortable.

“How can that be, is it broken or something?” She continued to question innocently. All three now had moved their eyes to my crotch where my hands felt very inadequate. No one except my mother had ever seen my dick before, and having these three take an interest was making me feel uncomfortable to say the least.

As much as I'd hinted, it was clear that simply asking for some clothes and being general about it wasn’t working. Given no other way of handling it that I could think of, I sucked in a breath and got to my knees while removing my hands from their protective posture, letting my junk hang free.

“See?! It’s just there, now will you please get me something to cover up with!” I said in exasperation.

The reaction of the ponies was exactly what I was hoping for… and also the last thing I was expecting.

“Woah!” they said in unison. All three were now fixated on my crotch with a blush appearing on their faces. I didn’t know that blushing through fur like that was possible… but this morning when I woke up, I wouldn't think talking ponies was possible either.

Sweetie Bell and Apple Bloom both looked away after a few seconds with embarrassment. Scootaloo, however, seemed intrigued.

“It looks different now that you’re not lying down” she said, genuinely curious.

“Mah brother’s don’t look like that… and it’s bigger” said Apple Bloom, looking at the floor.

“It’s weird now that I know what it is...” squeaked Sweetie Bell next to Apple Bloom.

“So can I now please have some clothes?” I asked exasperated.

Nothing happened for a silent moment. I looked at them and they at me. A determined and brave expression fixed on Scootaloo's face and she stuck her tongue out in concentration, reaching out her front right hoof slowly. Then, with a quick swipe, she batted the end of my penis like a cat playing with a toy.

The three of them burst out laughing.

“Oh my word!” Apple Bloom laughed. “I can’t believe you touched it Scoots!”

“It was warm!” Scootaloo said between giggles.

“You touched it!” Sweetie Belle gasped, hugging Apple Bloom for support through her laughter.

I was reaching the end of my patience. Clearly I wasn’t offending them by being naked and since they weren’t giving the appearance of helping me any time soon, I decided that I should start looking on my own.

I moved on my knees to the closed door and flung it open. The scene beyond was something out of an old timey picture I’d seen on TV or something. A field was beyond the door with a few green trees and lush grass. A wooden stairway lead from the door down two flights to the ground below and my earlier suspicions of a tree house were confirmed.

I also noticed that when I went outside, the mild loopy feeling I had increased dramatically. My head swam and I felt drunk from the sensation. Waves of happy, giddy emotions flooded my senses from somewhere like the simple act of breathing was enough to absorb whatever it was causing it into my body. Clouded and dumb by the feeling, I began to work my way through the doorway when I felt multiple sets of hooves and legs trying to stop me.

“Wait!” one of them said behind me. “No, come back… we’re sorry”

I considered my options briefly with all the fuzzy attention I could manage and realized I had no where to go anyways. I let myself be pulled back into the tree house and sat with a spinning head in front of my captors... well at least they were cute captors, I thought with a giddy smile.

Apple Bloom stepped forward. “We’re sorry Mason, we just never saw one of those before. Ponies ‘round here keep theirs tucked away unless they’re going to tha bathroom." she looked around to her friends. "Wait here and we’ll go find you somethin', OK?” Apple Bloom looked to Sweetie Belle. “We’ll go see Rarity, she can make clothes for anypony!”

“Yeah!” Sweetie Belle chimed in. “Let me take some measurements first!”

“CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS TAILORS!” all three shouted in unison again.

What followed was a brief moment of ponies all over me, laying their forelegs against my legs and torso, counting off random numbers to each other in a seemingly haphazard fashion. It wasn’t unpleasant at all. The ponies were soft and warm and their fur was clean and fragrant, smelling of apples, and a tint of sweat or body odor that wasn't offensive.

On more than one occasion, I could see that yes... they were most definitely girls as their tails whipped back and forth as they moved around me. Being the teenage boy that I am and feeling pretty much peachy keen with life by whatever was clouding my brain, I couldn’t help but take a few good looks. During the scrum, I also felt several rubs and pokes at my dick again... more than was necessary I'm sure.

“Alright! We’re off!” Sweetie Belle declared

“You guys go on ahead” Scootaloo added. “I’ll wait here with Mason till you get back!”

“OK!” Sweetie Bell and Apple Bloom said and just like that... I was alone with the orange pony with the small wings on her back.