Waking up in Equestria

It turns out I wasn't far from the room I needed anyways. It was behind one of the other closed doors on the landing. With a cheery giggle Scootaloo nudged my hip, pushing me towards it.

"This way!" she said brightly.

"Um.. yes. And when you're finished, please wash your hooves and come downstairs. I'll let Twilight know you're awake. You... you should probably talk with her...if you want. I mean.. I'm not telling you what to do.. It's just... oh dear.." Fluttershy trailed off. She let out what sounded like an "eep" and moved back down the stairs. Scootaloo was still pressing me towards one of the other closed doors.

"This one?" I asked her.

She looked up and nodded at me. She still wore a large smile and her eyes were wide and happy. "Thanks," I said as I limped away the few steps towards the closed door with another detailed lever handle that you pulled down to open. The sight beyond the door was almost what I expected and hoped to see. The room was a bit larger than a normal bathroom, the oft silent deductive part of my mind randomly came up with the reasoning that this was to accommodate the longer body style of a pony rather than the taller, narrower one of a human. For some reason I felt proud of this deduction. Sometimes it's the little things.

The same living heartwood appearance applied here as well with a small high window that seemed to be a part of the wall instead of cut into it. There was a large wooden tub with what looked like a shower head under this high window running the length of the far wall. A pedestal sink with a normal looking spigot below two brightly burning wall sconces that book ended a mirror were on my left next to the tub. But on the floor next to the sink was where yet another sign of where I was presented itself. Instead of a toilet, there was a small wooden planter box that was as high as my shin. It was as long as I was tall and about half of that as wide, it's length running along the space between the sink and the corner closest to me on my left. In the box was.. Grass? It looked green, healthy and fresh. The kind of grass you see on some old guy's meticulously manicured lawn in the neighborhood that had never seen a dog's landmine or a rock in it's existence.

I let go of the door, took a step into this room and took a closer look at the box. It was grass alright. The light from the sconces shimmered against the vibrant dark green blades. Was this...?

"Come ON already!" a voice said to my left. Scootaloo had followed me into the bathroom and was now hopping back and forth from her left and right sets of legs. "I have to go too!" she said impatiently. Those eyes.. those amazing purple eyes look at me expectantly.

"You.. go ahead..." I said to her. I really had to pee, but the fact that I had no idea if I was supposed to just whip it out and piss on the grass in addition to someone being in the room with me gave me the endurance to hold it just a bit longer. Without any further discussion, Scootaloo pushed past me into the room, stepped into the grass box turning so her tail was towards the sink. She gave a small squat and her tail lifted just a bit, giving me a view of what was underneath briefly before she lowered it again.

The sight under her tail shocked me almost as much as waking up in this place. I had yet to see a girl naked in person, on the internet sure... I was a goddam expert on internet porn. In person, however I was still waiting for that to happen. Aside from things like the tail, and skin color... Scootaloo looked like she had the same..uh.. equipment down there. I had just enough time to notice two plump lips with fine orange hairs on them turning a pink fleshy color on the inside edges, not unlike what I'd seen a thousand times during my spanking sessions on the computer at home. My body flushed warm and my heart began flowing blood south.

My mental daze was broken when she spoke. Turning to me, she said in a slightly frustrated and innocent voice "I can't go if you're watching!"

"Right.. Sorry.." I mumbled shuffling towards the door and closing it behind me. Leaning against it, I took a deep breath. The mental image of Scootaloo's privates were burning in my brain. Pony or not, my body knew damn good and well what that was for and in spite of needing to pee, my body was good and ready to respond. Well... they're definitely girls. I thought to myself.

The fact they were ponies was a bit weird, but I had spanked it to some pretty weird stuff online. I had grown a semi-erection by now, fueled by the ever present sexual desire that had taken over my life since I was about twelve. I heard the sink turn on briefly behind the door and I stepped out away from it, turning as Scootaloo appeared. "Ok! Your turn!" she beamed brightly, trotting past and waiting for me near the top of the stairs. She didn't notice the tent that was growing in the loose fitting white bottoms I was wearing.

I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind me. Standing at the edge of the grass box, I looked for signs that it had been disturbed. The grass looked as clean and fresh as before. However this worked... I guess this is where you're supposed to do it, I shrugged mentally. Untying the string that held the bottoms on my waist, I reached in and pulled my still semi-erect cock out. It felt heavy, thick and hot in my hand, already leaking pre-cum from the brief excitement of seeing Scootaloo's human like sex. Just thinking about it increased my arousal even more, causing it to grow harder even as looked at it. I gave an experimental tug and realized it would only take a few seconds for me to cum. Jesus.. Was I was really going to jerk off in a talking pony's bathroom in some strange world? I wasn't going to be able to empty my bladder otherwise...

I began stroking, standing there in the warm light of the wall sconces in front of the grass box toilet thing, the precum providing sensuous lubrication over the prominent ridge below the head of my cock. Closing my eyes, I envisioned Scootaloo's rear again and imagined what touching those soft, plump lips would feel like. Ten seconds in, I could already feel the machinery behind the root of my shaft begin to change gears, getting ready to open the floodgates of semen that was building up. What would it be like to slide my cock into those lips? It had looked so soft...

That was all it took. The familiar tightening of core muscles in the center of my body took signaled I had reached the point of no return. My cock grew more hard and rigid, swelling to a purple tumescence as my hand stroked faster and faster, tightening it's grip and increasing the pleasure. I had to reach out and grab the edge of the sink as the electric shock of pleasure radiated out from my shaft and tingled it way from my head to my feet. My body tensed uncontrollably, knees locking and my breath catching.

I flew over the edge in a thunderous convulsion, my knees weakening just after the first large glob of cum shot from the slitted crown of my cock and splattered against the wall above the grass box with an audible splat. Over and over again it fired, each one arching out and falling closer to my feet than the last. My vision dimmed and the contractions overwhelmed me while I tried to remain silent, the only sound a forceful breathing through my nose. My god, it was one of the best orgasms I had ever experienced. More powerful than anything before and lasting much longer. Even after my still hard penis had ceased it's salvos, I was shuddering with waves of pleasure.

Finally, they subsided and I let out a long breath. I gave my cock a couple more slow strokes, milking dribbles of cum out over the box below me. Lucid and looking down now, I saw that as each drop hit the grass, a faint shimmering glow emanated out in ripples along the grass like when you throw a small rock in a still pond.

I stood for a moment, catching my breath while my member pulsed slowly and pleasurably in my hand. The urge to pee was already returning in full force and knowing from experience that peeing now would result in something like a shotgun scatter effect, I decided to use the sink instead. I don't know why... I had just shot cum all over the wall so dribbling on the floor wasn't any worse. I really just didn't want to get pee my bandaged foot or bottoms. Moving to my right, I hung my now softening but still long shaft over the lip of the sink and waited.

I barely remembered to wipe the cum off the wall before leaving the bathroom. The problem was, the only thing to wipe it with was a cloth like towel hanging on a rod opposite the sink. I felt a bit guilty using it, but less guilty than leaving my spunk to dry there. I washed my hands and was careful to use a different part of the towel to dry them before limping to the door. I opened it to find Scootaloo waiting right on the other side for me. Damn, those eyes of hers...

"Better?" she asked with a happy smile.

"Yeah" I couldn't help but smile back. She was having that effect on me. "Lets go downstairs."

This ended up being a bit trickier than I thought. I really couldn't step down onto my right foot with my full weight and was clinging onto the handrail for dear life. It probably would have taken forever had Scootaloo, who started out behind me, not wedged herself to my left next to me on the stairs and allowed me to support my weight on that side with a hand on her back. I tried not to press on her wings as we slowly made it down the steps, my fingers digging into the soft hair on her back and brushing the light feathers of her miniature wings. I was moved by her thoughtfulness... I felt like no one had ever shown me this much compassion before.

We navigated the bend at the end of the stairs. Below us, I saw that the bottom floor consisted of a single large room. It was round with bookshelves lining the entire interior wall in a molded, recessed and random fashion with nooks, crannies and a few windows everywhere. The center of the room was mostly open containing only a few pedestals that held books and a couple of small tables. Again, the living heartwood color randomly shaped wood grain motif dominated everything and from this vantage point, I realized that I was inside something that must look like a massive tree on the outside. Was it possible that this entire dwelling was shaped from a living tree?

Waiting for me in the center of the room below, were two ponies. Fluttershy, and the purple mare from my fever dream. I tried to concentrate on finishing the decent before fixing my eyes on them, least I make it this far only to fall on the last step. They said nothing as I reached the bottom and stood on the solid wood floor of what I now understood was a library of sorts. A silent moment passed where the purple mare and I regarded each other before she spoke. "How are you feeling, Mason?"

Her voice was reassuring and clear with none of the hesitation that Fluttershy's had. "I'm alright. My foot hurts, but.. I guess I'm OK." I paused for a moment before continuing. "You... You know how I got here, don't you." I said. It came out as a statement, not a question as I had intended.

The mare sighed and gave me a look that showed embarrassment before saying, "Yeah.. about that. It's kinda my fault you're here... and... I'm sorry about that... it was an accident... sorta."

"Sorta?" I asked in a smaller voice that wasn't intentional.

"I opened a portal between our worlds. But... but I kinda freaked out when I saw somepony, I mean... you... walk through it. I didn't think about what could happen if somepony on your side noticed. I guess you did."

"You can do something like that? Open a portal between worlds, I mean."

"I... never... actually did it before." she said, rubbing the back of her neck with a fore hoof, looking away and sheepish. It was a very human gesture.

"Ohhh Kayyy.. so you screwed up?"

"Yeah."

"And now I'm here?"

"Yes"

"How do I get back?"

"Well..." the mare started. She took a deep breath and blew out before finishing. "It's gonna be a while."

"Like, how long is a while?"

"I'm not sure, I mean... I'm sure... but I don't know the translation between our time and your time. I've tried a few formulas, but they all come up with different answers so then I compared it with a table that shows what a calendar looks like from your world but then nothing made sense so I..." the pony rambled on, gesturing with a hoof as she spoke much in the same way I would if I was trying to explain myself. It was clear by now that she didn't really know how to tell me in a way that she thought made sense.

"Hold on." I interrupted. I was feeling a bit like a victim at this point, regardless if I just rubbed one out in the bathroom upstairs. The shock of the situation had worn off enough for me to feel the first pangs of anger about being yanked from my life, although it wasn't much of one to begin with, and into this world.

"Are you trying to say you don't know how long?" I asked her firmly. Magical unicorn looking pony or not, she had started this mess. Out of the edge of my focus I saw that Fluttershy's head droop, as if she knew an answer already and was hoping she didn't get dragged into this. The mare with a horn on her head fixed me with a steady gaze showing that she was committed to owning up to whatever responsibility she had.

"It won't be until our next winter wrap up, at the end of the cold season. It's only nearing mid summer now." she said in a flat and even tone.

I did a quick assessment of time in my head. If the seasons changed and time worked in the same manner here, that could mean about six months in my world. My whole family would think I'm dead by then. A thought of my poor mom thinking I was missing and all the pain and angst she would experience burned brightly in my mind, causing a wellspring of anger and frustration to boil up within me. Even when I returned, I'd have to explain where I've been but I couldn't. No one would believe me if I told them I'd been teleported to some magical land where ponies talk and you pissed on grass planter boxes.

"Oww.. Mason..." Scootaloo said next to me in a wounded voice. My hand had remained on the smaller pony's back after descending the stairs. In my growing anger, I had clenched my hand, pulling on some of the delicate feathers on her wings.

"Sorry" I said absentmindedly, relaxing my hand and then removing it completely. I stood for a moment with all three ponies looking at me. Fluttershy with apprehension, the purple one with a sympathetic expression and Scootaloo next to me with sadness reflecting in those big purple rimmed eyes. I wanted to be angry. I wanted to shout and yell about how this was so unfair to me. But I couldn't bring myself to take it out on them.

All three of them looked as if they already knew what a mess this was and were regretful for the whole situation already. My relaxed and compromising nature had always let people take advantage of me back home and I had vowed some time ago to stick up for myself more. But now didn't seem like the time or place. If I really was stuck here for a while, I probably shouldn't start fights with them and try to make the best of the situation. Ordering my emotions as best I could, I addressed the mare.

"You're Twilight, right?" I asked her in a soft voice, remembering Fluttershy's comments earlier.

The pony seemed to relax a bit and answered "Yes. Twilight Sparkle. I'm really sorry about this Mason, and I swear I'll make it up to you somehow." She gave me a hopeful smile.

I gave a quick look around and spied a large log of wood nearby standing on end. It looked perfect for sitting on and my legs were tired from standing with most of my weight on one leg. I limped over and took a seat with my bad foot sticking out straight. Fluttershy and Twilight both watched me but Scootaloo followed me. After sitting, the small orange pony sat next to me, it reminded me of the same way a dog doesn't leave the side of it's owner. I had much to ponder about Scootaloo's behavior towards me... and mine towards her apparently, but that could wait for a bit.

"What am I going to do, Twilight?" I asked after getting seated and looking at her. "I don't know a thing about this place."

"Well it's a good thing you're here wi..." Twilight started but was cut off by Fluttershy

"The first thing you're going to to is rest that hoof!" she said in the most firm voice I'd heard her use yet. "You're hurt, young man, and you shouldn't be walking around until you're better!"

I was taken back slightly at her assertiveness. Her tone reminded me of my mom's when I was sick but still getting up to play video games. There was an instinctive need in me to obey her. "I... I will, Fluttershy. I promise."

"I'll help take care of you too!" Scootaloo said suddenly. She leaned into me and gave me a nuzzle against my arm affectionately. I couldn't help but put that arm around her in a clumsy hug. I also decided to leave my arm around her because... well I wanted to. Scootaloo leaned into my one armed embrace and stayed there.

"Thanks, Scootaloo." I said. Her name sounding weird and foreign now that I was saying it out loud.

The two larger ponies looked at Scootaloo and then at each other, exchanging some unspoken knowledge that was above my head before Twilight spoke again. "It's late afternoon, I'll send spike to get Rarity. She should have your clothes done by now."

"Spike?" I asked

"Yeah" Twilight said with an amused chuckle. "He's my assistant and friend. He lives here with me but he's been asleep all day the lazy dragon."

"Dragon!?" I asked louder, my eyes opening wide. "There are dragons here!!?"

"Well... he's just a baby dragon." she replied, dragging out the word baby so it sounded like 'baaabeeeyyyy'. "I'll go get him"

She trotted up the stairs quickly, leaving me to my imagination of what a baby dragon looked like... I conjured up images of large iguanas with wings. Fluttershy decided that this was the perfect time to swing into action. Picking a new cloth wrap up from the table, she kicked another wooden log out and nudged it towards me like a hockey player controls a puck with her hoof. Stopping in front of me, she said in a firm tone "Up!"

Instinct took over from here. That one word was enough to communicate her meaning so I complied. She sat on her haunches on the opposite side of the log and used her front hooves to begin unwrapping my bandaged foot. She worked with a dexterity that I wouldn't think possible without fingers and opposable thumbs. Either by way of nature or magic, she seemed to handle the delicate processes with the skill and attention of a trained nurse. In no time, the wrap was off my ankle and I could see the swollen, purple skin underneath.

While she busied herself getting the new wrap ready, I gave an experimental wiggle flex of my ankle and toes. There was pain, but everything moved. Somewhere I had heard if you can move it, it isn't broken. Probably just a bad sprain, I told myself. Fluttershy began to hum a pleasant tune while smiling as she started putting a new wrap on my foot. I began to feel a bit awkward just watching her and tried to think of something to say.

"You're really good at that." The yellow pony's smile grew a bit before she replied.

"Thank you, I take care of a lot of animals in Ponyville... so I guess you could say I get lots of practice."

"Where did you learn to take care of animals?

"Ohh.. well... It just comes natural to me. Taking care of the little critters is how I got my cutie mark"

"Cutie ma... Oh.. right." I turned to Scootaloo who was still chummily under my arm watching. "You told me about those, didn't you?"

Her purple eyes fixed on mine with an odd mix of what looked like nervousness and joy . "Yeah..." Was all she said before she looked back at Fluttershy. I swear I could feel her shaking slightly in my arm.

The yellow pony was nearly finished when the sounds of Twilight returning down the stairs came. As she came into view, a small purple scaled creature was following behind her. Standing upright, it looked to be about the same height as Scootaloo was on all fours. A large, purple head with big expressive green eyes were matched in color by individual flat green spines that ran in a row lengthwise from between it's ears and all the way down the center of it's back to the tip of it's small tail. It had stumpy little legs ending in pads that it walked on while swinging short arms with claw like fingers on the end. It's visible under belly was a yellowish scaly color that came up under it's chin to wrap around the small mouth that was displaying a small set of fangs that looked like a dog's canine teeth. Yellow-green tufts of what looked to be stiff fur were at either side of it's head, indicating where presumably it's ears were.

"Spike, the is Mason... Mason, this is Spike" Twilight said.

"Hi." I said plainly. I recognized Spike from the picture I saw upstairs.

"Woah!" Spike said, his eyes getting large. "You've been here for like what, two days and you've already found a special somepony??!" He moved with an alarming quickness close to me and whispered in my ear opposite of Scootaloo. "You've gotta tell me your secrets, man." His voice was that of a boy around my age or maybe a few years younger. He seemed friendly enough.

"What are you talking about?!" I asked the little dragon. Then I remembered my arm was around Scootaloo. I looked down at her and she was staring at the floor in front of her, cheeks burning brightly.

"Heh heh" Spike intoned and gave me a little scaly elbow to the rib before moving off.

Things probably would have gotten awkward had the door from the outside not exploded open in a flurry of voices. Two white ponies entered, one the size of Fluttershy and Twilight, the other the size of Scootlaoo. They seemed to be in the middle of a heated argument about something as they plowed through the door. The larger one had a breathtaking long purple and dark blue mane that was expertly combed and styled to be curled at the ends with a matching tail. As she spoke, she had the same kind of voice that I remember from watching those old movies with people from the south. Like she would say "mint-julep" or "Oh my stars" at any moment. Beside her, the smaller pony looked familiar. I thought her to be one of the girls that found me. My mind knew her name and as they walked towards us, it floated to the surface like the message inside a magic eight ball. Sweetie.. something. Sweetie.. Belle.

Both Spike and Scootaloo reacted instantly to their arrival. Spike, who seemed suddenly unable to walk, tripped over himself to rush to the large white mare side like an anxious puppy while Scootaloo bolted out of my arm to stand near where Fluttershy was. "Rarity!" Spike said happily. "I was just about to come get you. Do you need help with anything? Can I carry your bag for you?" Even in this world, some things are blatantly obvious.

"No thank you Spike" the pony named Rarity said kindly enough. She fixed her dark blue eyes on me and with a loud gusto she announced "Mason! I think you'll find these garments much better than that rag you've been wearing. I rather enjoyed crafting these to your proportions... It's been so long since I've been challenged."

She was right.. they were perfect.