Chapters Aden lay sprawled across his bed in a mess of comforters and pillows. The morning light flowing through his window and around his shutters like water. His room just big enough to fit his small one person bed, and a little work desk where his discounted laptop lay powered on. Its screen illuminating the parts of his room where the light from outside cannot.
Motionless in his bed, Aden began to mumble in his sleep. "I don't have your money... Give me a couple more days and I will pay the rent... please!" Aden begged, having the same nightmare again. It was about his landlord wanting payment for his apartment, a commodity that Aden doesn't have at the moment.
The steel mill that Aden works at, is a large two story factory that has been going through some rather rough times. With the global economical depression at the moment doesn't make it any easier for him. The mill was forced to start paying their employees minimum wage, an event that Aden was not expecting.
He was cutting it close to the line with his previous salary, and now that it's been lowered he had to start cutting down on his expenses. The first to go was the internet, he tried to avoid the phone like it was poison. He remembered how long it took to set up the first time, and it pained him to pick up the phone and cancel his service. Twas a dark day indeed.
Next was the food, an item that Aden needed to live. He budgeted himself to only spend thirty bucks a month for food. A price that would only buy him two cartons of milk, one box of cereal, and lastly a couple 'Mr. Noodles' in a cup. The noodles weren't even 'Mr. Noodle' they were just some no name brand, but Aden didn't care it was half the price.
Nevertheless with Aden's cut costs he was just able to slip on by with his monthly payments. His landlord Mae Conway was relentless with payment times. Aden could recall countless times where Mae would threaten him for missing a payment. The thing that scared Aden the most was that Mae looked like the kind of girl that would hold true to her word.
With the sound of a high pitched beeping Aden slapped his alarm clock that lay upon his desk. He was tired of waking up to the same sound of his clock, the same gloomy look of his darkly colored room. Aden yearned for the day that he would never have to hear his wretched alarm clock again.
If that day exists, it's not coming fast enough. Aden thought as he let out a large sigh and placed his bare feet on the cold cedar floor below. Once his feet made contact it sent a jolt of chills all the way up his spine. However Aden did not move, he was used to this feeling as it's what he did every morning.
Wiping the sleep from his eyes, Aden stood up and cracked his back rewarding him with several pops. A lazy smile soon found its way upon his face. His living conditions maybe poor, but they're better than the people on the streets and he knew that. Aden was content with what he had.
Aden put his arms down after his little stretch, and wandered out of his room and into his kitchen/dining/TV room. His apartment was small but convenient, with this setup he could be preparing a meal -if he had one- and watch TV at the same time. A feature that Aden used whenever he could.
Arriving in the kitchen area of the room he opened up one of his spruce cupboards with gusto. The thought of breakfast made his stomach grumble ferociously and his mouth water like a tap. With what little Aden had, he made sure to relish every single moment.
The room that Aden was in was twice the size of his bedroom. Within the room and to the far corner lay his family inheritance, a flat screen TV standing on a battered coffee table. At times Aden would think how long the table would last him, but he pushed it out of his head as the numbers just depressed him.
In front of the TV stood his black leather couch, another item he gained when both of his parents passed away. Aden's parents loved him very much and in return Aden loved them. The moment he heard the news of his parents he had burst into tears. His manly side however strong it was, was no match for the pain that ripped through him, leaving scars that are even seen in him now, many years later.
The walls were colored a light blue making his couch and TV not match the room. Aden could care less if it matched, the only one that would see his apartment is himself and maybe the landlord. With a sigh Aden picked up the only box inside the cupboard. When shopping he made sure to get the one cereal he didn't mind having every morning 'Cheerios'. It was bland, but it was the only thing that would never get old on him.
Grabbing a bowl as well, Aden closed the cupboard and walked over to his fridge. As per usual when he opened the door his eyes lay on an empty fridge, save for the milk. Having done it a million times Aden grabbed the milk and made his way over to the couch, closing the door and flicking the light switch in the process.
With a little delay the light on the ceiling flickers on, flooding the dark room with light. Sitting down upon the couch Aden pours himself a bowl of Cheerios. The large bowl soon fills and Aden switches pouring Cheerios to milk all the while turning on the TV.
Aden watches as the milk is poured in, making the Cheerios float to the top. A couple even fall out and onto his lap, however Aden pays no attention to the fallen Cheerios as he's only wearing his boxers.
Screwing back on the lid, Aden places the milk firmly on the ground making sure to put it out of legs reach. Sitting back he sighed in relief, his work doesn't start for another two hours and he's got a nice 50 inch LCD screen in front of him.
Reaching down to pick up his non-existent spoon, he realizes that he forgot to get it. Groaning he gets up and lays the bowl on the ground. As Aden trudges back to his kitchen he catches one of his plugs spark. However it wasn't a blue one like he's used to, it was a light green one. Stopping in place Aden turns to the plug, when it cease to spark again Aden shrugs and turns back to the kitchen.
Have to get that plug checked out. Aden states to himself as he arrives at the kitchen. His thoughts about paying an electrician puts a damper on his mood. I could force Mae to do it. Then again I do owe her a lot of money...
Swishing around those thoughts in his head Aden continues his search for his one and only spoon. He had more, but over the years the number had seemed to withered itself down. Now that I think of it a lot of stuff has disappeared from me. With time passing by ever so slowly Aden finally stubbles upon the right drawer.
Reaching down to grab the spoon Aden is caught off guard when the spoon emits the same green spark the plug did. "OW!" Aden yells out backing away from the spoon. The shock felt nothing more than static electricity, but nevertheless it still stung.
Assuming that, that's what it was Aden reach once again for the spoon. Thankfully the spoon emitted no more electricity and Aden pick it up safely. Holding the spoon to his side Aden walks back to his couch with a triumphant grin. No shock is going to ruin my cereal! Thought Aden.
Sitting back down onto his leather sofa Aden bends down and picks up his bowl. Much to his disliking when he has it within grasp he sees that all of the cheerios has lost their structural integrity and has molded itself into some sort of wheat paste.
Shrugging it off Aden shoves his spoon into the bowl fearlessly and takes out a spoon full. Glancing up at the TV Aden is greeted by the news channel. Aden always liked to see what's happening in the world, but what the TV was showing was stuff he already knew.
Balancing his cheerios on his right leg with his spoon, Aden picks up the remote with his left hand and points towards the TV. As Aden presses to change the channel the screen turns a bright white that blinds him momentarily, but that is all it took.
As he opened back up his eyes he could see nothing but black. Ah great the power's out again! Aden stated to himself as he moves to get up. Standing up Aden is rewarded by the sound of something hitting metal and the sound of glass breaking. It doesn't hit him until a sheering pain is felt throughout his head. "OW! FUCK!" Aden yells out as he rubs the top of his head.
This is definitely not the same place. Aden claims mentally as he feels around the room. The cold walls send shivers through his arms, he can feel the Goosebumps follow shortly after. Aden is shocked when he comes across another wall seconds apart from the first one. The room he's in now would mimic his own closet.
Taking one step forward Aden once again is greeted by sheering pain, however this time the pain resides in his feet as he stepped on the shattered remains of his bowl. MY CHEERIOS.... and fucking ow! Aden states shouting in his mind, the pain only getting worse.
Reaching out his hand he comes across a door, without second thoughts Aden opens it and rushes outside. With all the pain Aden is experiencing he pays no attention to where he's going. So in turn he hits his head upon the lowered door frame knocking him back towards the ground.
Hitting the ground with loud Crack Aden's eyes become heavy. One last thought goes through his head before the dark embrace surrounds him like a tick heavy blanket. Who the fuck has a door that small.
For the first time in years Aden wakes up by himself, the feeling brightening up his day. His eyes slowly creaking open as he brings up his arm to swipe away the sleep. Bringing up his arm he's reminded of what happened no to long ago. A pain rips through his back like a knife and he can't help but let out a little scream.
Putting his arm back down he soon realizes that he's no longer in the small room or the hallway that was just outside of it. Instead Aden finds himself in a light green room upon a bed that is too small for him. Aden chuckles as he sees that his feet dangle off the end of the bed.
Pushing the bed aside, the room looks well decorated. The windows adorn light white curtains that dims the morning light as it filters through. Along with that is a dresser and a desk on the opposite side of the room where the bed is. They both lay next to each other with the door in between them.
Aden puts on a confused expression as he realizes that the door is the same small size. Who but a midget would benefit from a door like that. Aden claims wanting to rub his head from the pain but moving his arms cause more.
Switching from the door Aden glances around the room to see that not much more lays here to be seen. One thing that does catch Aden's attention is the size of the room. The roof is lower than Aden would of liked but the length and width of the bedroom is the same size as his main room.
Shuffling uncomfortable in the bed Aden turns his attention back to the door when it flings open. Not believing what he's seeing Aden blinks with a more confused look upon his face. Standing where the door once stood is a mint green pony. what... I don't even... it even has a horn! Is all Aden can say to himself as the pony trots over to the bed.
The mint green pony stops once it's right beside the bed and looks at Aden with a huge grin creeping its way onto its face. The pony then opens its mouth but what comes out is a squeal then complete gibberish from what Aden knows. Nevertheless Aden is still frozen from shock the thing even exists. It sound like a type of language but it's not English.
"You're awake! I have so much questions! Where to begin! Ah I know, I'm Lyra! Who are you?" The pony states holding out its hoof towards Aden.
"What?" Is all Aden can say the only words he understood from that was human. He looks towards the pony's hoof then back to the pony's face. Is it greeting me? Aden ponders. The pony seems to get a knowing expression with Aden's response.
"Wait here! Dammit Lyra he doesn't understand you." The pony states once again in a language Aden would consider gibberish. Aden chuckles a bit when the frustrated pony seems to facehoof.
Nevertheless the pony seems to have gotten the message and proceeds to act out what it wants Aden to do. The pony points its hoof towards the ground and looks at Aden with a stern expression. An expression one would give a dog if they wanted it to say.
Getting the message Aden nods, he watches as the pony trots back out of the room. The door seems to close themselves when the pony exits. So that just happened. Aden states to himself as he lays back down and stares at the ceiling.
"Are we really going to stay here?"
"What do you think?"
With the shock of the whole event still present Aden can find no words to say at the moment. The only thoughts that go through his mind now is how this could of happened, which sadly he has no idea. The only thing that Aden remembers is the TV blinding him, after that he was here. Where ever here is.
The escapist
Aden lay still on the bed looking around the new room he found himself in. He could hear the light pitter-patter of rain hitting the window, which in turned confused him. Last time Aden had looked at the window -which was minutes ago- it had sunlight pouring out of it. Now when Aden looked over to it, no light was given.
Shaking it off, Aden rolled to the edge of the bed determined to escape the predicament he'd gotten himself into. The mint colored pony had yet to return, but given enough time she would and when that time came Aden didn't want to be around. Sure she looked friendly, but so would any human scientist with an alien in their room -well that's what he assumed was happening here-.
With the information Aden had gathered in his small amount of time here, he assumed that he was abducted by a pastel colored pony. It would also explain why the TV went bright, the sudden change in weather outside and to top it all off the reason why it appeared to speak to him in an unknown language. The only thing that threw him off was that it was a pony, then again no human really knew what an alien looked like.
Aden smiled at himself when he pondered the reactions he would get, when or if he returned. He believed that the most likely reaction would be to put him in the loony-bin. It would be the right move as well, seeing if he saw someone saying such nonsense he would think their insane too. With that in Aden's mind he didn't really believe this situation entirely himself, even though he was the one in it.
It's just some kids pulling a prank on me. Yeah that's it, no way this is real.
Sure feels real...
Aden thought to himself as he once again felt a jolt of pain running up through his back. He knew that the only way to get answers to the questions he had, was to either ruin this prank by escaping or to wait for the pony to return. Since Aden rather not wait for the time to pass -as he had a job to get to- he rolled himself off the bed and onto the ground with a large Thump.
Making impact with the floor Aden let out a rather large yelp followed by a line of varying curses. The floor that he landed on was a light blue carpet, which in turn is better than what he previously thought it would be, wood. If it had been wood Aden thought with the upmost certainty that he wouldn't able to move right about now. Thankfully he guessed wrong and the carpet cushioned his fall.
As he crawled around on the floor attempting to get his barings straight, Aden could hear shuffling from bellow. The noise told him two things. First was that the room he was in was not on the ground floor -in less the pony was in the basement-, second was that the pony now knew that he was trying to escape. The later of the two observations was cemented when he heard the sounds of hoofs climbing the stairs.
With slight panic setting in Aden looked around the room. He wanted to either run for it or hide. If he hid, it would give him a better chance of escaping. However if he ran for it, it would make him endure a lot more pain but might work if the pony was caught off guard. Letting out a big sigh at the choices Aden looked up towards the door that was now glowing gold.
CODE RED! ACTIVATE EMERGENCY PROTOCAL!
Purely out of reflex, Aden rolled himself underneath the bed he had once slept upon. His breath quickening from the event that was now taking place before him. He felt like he was in some kind of bad horror film, were any moment now the pony would find him and cut him open. He just wished that instead of a pony killing him it would be something more cool... like the predator.
Trying to keep himself calm Aden took in a large breath and exhaled slowly. The door to the room soon flung open and out came four minty hooves. He could only see the hooves due to the bed blocking his vision, which was kinda the whole point he was down there.
Aden had so much adrenaline flowing through him, that he didn't even notice the pain that was erupting in his back. Soon he became to visibly sweat as the hooves trotted around the room, franticly looking for him. All Aden had to do was keep quiet and not make any sounds, for when the pony would leave he would get up and bolt it out of there.
As he lay there on the soft carpet he noticed that the pony that was searching for him was talking to herself. Well Aden considered it to be a she due to the way her voice sounded, if for some reason it was a male rather than a female, he would feel sorry for its race.
"Look what you did Lyra! I finally got a human to come to Equestria and he has gotten away. Stupid, stupid Lyra! Why did I ever think letting him out of my sight would be a good idea!"
The hooves came closer and closer to the bed, causing Aden's panic to rise. He had no doubt that if she was looking for him, the first place anyone would look would be under the bed. Hopefully she would by chance skip over it, thinking it would be to obvious of a hiding place. For that was his only chance of escaping this mare.
Sadly Aden watched as the four hooves trotted straight towards the bed. With the inevitable about to happen Aden rolled out from under the bed in hopes to catch her off guard. Once again to his demise he glanced up to see the pony staring straight at him with a relived expression.
Now determined to get the heck out of there, Aden pushed himself onto his feet only to remember why he didn't do it in the first place. He toppled over to the pony causing both of them to yelp. The pony because a creature two times her size was about to crush her, and Aden because the pain that erupted from his injured foot. It felt like he was stepping on a bed of needles, each one sharpened to a precise point.
Letting gravity do its work, Aden fell onto the pony and they both tumbled to the ground. Thankfully the pony had cushioned his fall and it didn't hurt him to bad. On the other hand the pony that was now squished between him and the floor was glaring at him with a angry but dazed expression. Taking this golden opportunity Aden started to crawl his way to the door.
His fingers digging into the plush carpet pulling himself forwards. He knew that this was a lost cause and that the pony would recover shortly, but he liked to think that something ridiculous might happen and he would not be pursued. Aden always like to look on the bright side of things even at a time like this where all hope seemed to be gone.
As expected before Aden could reach the door, the mint colored pony jumped up and raced towards him. However expecting the worst comes with some benefits, just as she was about to pounce on him Aden rolled to the side making the mint pony slam into the floor. In fact Aden was a little surprised at her actions. He didn't think the mare would go on the offence like that so easily after her calm tone.
With a smirk from his victories Aden reached up and opened the door reveling the empty hallway. The only things that Aden could see was a couple of pictures that ran along both sides of the beige colored walls. It was a nice decoration and he would of liked to study them more, but the groaning noise that came behind him told him that he didn't have that much time.
Picking up his pace Aden raced down the hallway on his hands and knees, hoping to god that at the end of the long corridor would be the way out. He only had time to glace behind him once and when he did he didn't like what he saw. The mint pony had her mane and tail all messed up and she adorn what Aden would call a psychopathic expression.
"I'M NOT GOING TO LET YOU LEAVE JUST WHEN YOU ARRIVED! I SPENT MY WHOLE LIFE GETTING YOU HERE!"
Aden winced at the ponies yelling. He didn't have to understand the ponies language to know that she didn't want him to escape. Turning his attention back forwards Aden was greeted by a flight of stairs.
"Maybe we should reconsider surrendering."
"And let that crazed pony catch us! No way man! Take the jump! If you die at least you won't have to endure whatever it is she might do to us."
"But maybe we just got off on the wrong hand."
Aden turned around to look at the pony once again. He gulped as he saw the pony galloping after him with her horn lit up in a golden aurora. It would of been mesmerizing if the horn it came from didn't belong to this pony.
"Does that face look like the face of mercy!"
"You're right, jump Aden, jump for Christ sake!"
With his inner thoughts agreeing with something for once Aden turned back forwards and looked upon the stairs. It would hurt like a bitch no doubt, and with his luck he would hit every stair on the way down. There was no other choice, it was either this or feel the full wrath of this cute but insane pony. Closing his eyes Aden pushed himself forwards and soon felt the feeling of gravity.
However Aden did not feel any form of pain, the feeling like he was falling was still present but he did not hit the ground. He thought that maybe he jumped to far or he had died hitting his head upon the first stair. When he finally cracked open his left eyelid he saw himself floating. Opening his other eyelid he came to realize that what he saw was true. His vision was tinted yellow for some reason but he did not fall.
Being utterly confused Aden attempted to turn around but to no avail. His body was completely frozen, every muscle in his body was tensed up locking him firmly in place. He even tried moving just his fingers and toes but even they were locked up and could not move, even the slightest.
"Back to my room you go! I have a lot of questions I would like to ask you and your not leaving till I get the answers!"
As soon as the pony spoke Aden realized what had happened. He had no idea how it happened or how she did it, but she was now holding him up with something. He would of chalked it up to magic but then he thought how she might be an alien with alien technology. Maybe she was holding him up with a gravity gun!
Aden thought about this for a while before realizing that she had no device while chasing him down the hallway. The only thing he saw was her horn glow yellow... the same yellow that his vision is now tinted with.
"Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth"
The quote from Sherlock Holmes echoed throughout his mind. Magic seemed to be an imposable theory, but it was the only thing that remained. It would also make sense the ponies horn lighting up might single that she was about to cast a spell of some sort. A spell that is now holding him up.
Sometimes Aden hated being right, for now it was that premise alone that slowly dragged him back to the crazy pony. Out of all of the times he was right Aden wished that this time he would be wrong. For he'd rather of died falling down the flight of stairs then to die on an operating table.
Sighing in defeat Aden looked at the passing pictures. He noticed that most of them where of the crazy pony along with another pony. The other one was beige and had a pink and dark blue mane, or was it dark purple Aden could not tell. He also noticed that upon her flank was a picture off three candies.
"Looks like these ponies have a thing for butt tattoos. If we ever survive this and learn their language, this will be our first question."
"That and demand to get us back to our own fucking planet. I hope that this is still just some really cruel prank that some kids are pulling on us. If it is they better be laughing because that will be the last laugh they have in a long time once we get a hold of the little buggers."
Aden wouldn't really hurt a child, but at the moment he was tempted. Such a prank that brought extensive mental and physical pain deserves to be punished. In fact Aden thought of this more of torture for his sins then a prank.
"Maybe that priest we see every day outside of the mill finally snapped..."
Letting out a well needed chuckle, Aden focused back on where he was. It came to no surprise when he found himself floating back down onto the same bed as before. He welcomed the warm feeling of the blankets as he was placed beneath them. Was the pony still trying to be nice or was she simply doing this so he would cooperate. Either way now that Aden knew he can't escape by pure force he sat up and stared at the pony.
Her mane was still messed up from the past events and her coat had a bit of dust on it. She looked physically worn out and if Aden didn't know any better, she was following the same movements a human would do if they were about to pass out. She was swaying a bit and her delicate golden eyes were drooping. It looks like the magic she used really tired her out, no doubt from carrying him.
With a devilish smirk from the mint coated pony, her horn glowed a bright yellow again and the door behind her slammed shut. After the door was closed a clicking sound was made telling Aden that the door had been locked. What was even creepier was that the pony kept looking at Aden the entire time, her psychopathic smirk never faltering.
"Shits about to go down! But we will go down fighting am I right?"
"Can't argue with that. Let her make the first move though."
No more thoughts were heard in Aden's mind as he moved himself in the bed to which he could jump at the minty pony. He was tired and weak, but he was determined now to fight to his last breath. If he got the pony knocked out, then his chances of escaping would sky rocket.
Just as Aden was about to initiate combat, the pony in front of him collapsed to the floor. He was confused at first but then remembered that she was showing signs of extreme exhaustion beforehand. Aden rushed to the end of the bed to see the limp body of the little unicorn upon the cold carpeted floor.
"Looks like this escape is going to be easier than we thought."
Author's Note
Tell me guys what you think about it. Should I continue or not? I made this book out of a side project but i'm starting to like the idea behind it. Nevertheless like it if you like it! if you put a dislike please tell me why you didn't like it so that I can learn from my mistakes.
Crazy mares and market squares
"Four hours..."
Four hours had passed since the crazy and insane mint green pony fainted in front of him. At first Aden didn't know what to do. The doors and windows have all been locked, which in turn was quite surprising. Upon arrival at the window Aden was confident it would open, seeing as there was no lock to be seen. Sadly when he gave it his all the window barely budged.
The room grew silent as Aden sat on the floor across from the passed out pony, his back leaning against the sturdy wall. It was so quite that he could hear the pony snoring heavily over the loud tapping of the downpour outside. Thoughts came to Aden, and with time he finally succumbed to their constant bickering.
"Four freaking hours! This pony wasn't kidding when she initiated lock-down. I don't think we have missed one inch of this room."
His thoughts were right. Ever since he realized the doors and the windows were locked he combed the room for another way out. The only thing he managed to accomplish in the four hours was to move the dresser slightly to the right to see if there was anything behind it.
"Well it looks like there is only one thing left to do... It was an option from the beginning, but now that we know that there is no other means of escape, we must do it."
Getting up Aden walked over to the small desk that he noticed when he first woke up. It was quite the craftsmanship too, as he noticed the little designs carved into its mahogany wood. The design was not the only thing that caught his eye. He also noticed that it also had a very nice finish to it, making the surface shine in the dimly lit room.
Arriving at the desk Aden pulled out the chair that stood in front of it. He was slightly amazed to see that the chair as well bore a small similar designs on it. The little unicorn must of went through a lot of trouble to get her hooves on these. However such beauty will eventually have to end and it pained Aden to pick it up.
All the hard work it took for the carpenter to make it and all the money the unicorn had to spend would all be tossed away. Such acts against beauty should never see the light of day, but it was the only way out and he would gladly pay it off if it meant living another day.
With a large sigh he positioned himself in front of the window where darkness now flowed from. Lifting up the chair he swung it to his right like a baseball player would before hitting the ball. Silence once again filled the room, but not for long as Aden swung the chair with all his strength. A large crash echoed through the darkened room as the chair left his grasp and went flying out of the window, leaving a trail of shattered glass in its wake.
Much to Aden's demise the sounds didn't stop there. Once the ruckus he caused settled down he heard the faint sound of a yawn. His body sized up once again, however this time it was not from the magic it was from sheer fright.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING BODY GET MOVING!"
With that command his body awakened from its shocked state and leaped into action. Not even thinking about the consequences Aden ran towards the now broken window and jumped through it. Amazingly enough he managed to stay uninjured, he thought for sure his skin would catch a piece of broken glass.
The wind and rain blew into Aden's face and he soon realized that the room he was in was on the second floor. A scream escaped his mouth and his eyes shut tight before his body succumbed to gravities harsh hand. Surprisingly instead of being greeted by pain or darkness, Aden was greeted by a cushion of some sort. Astonished, he opened up his eyes to see that he lay in a pile of hay. Hay that was soaking wet and in a cart.
With the momentum of his jump acting upon the cart it began to roll forwards. Aden's eyes grew wide as it didn't stop, in fact it went faster and faster. The speeds that he was now traveling at surpassed his confidence level, forcing him to stay in the cart.
Looking in front of him Aden lay eyes on three more ponies. Each of which were oblivious to the fact that he was heading straight towards them, at speeds he doubted they would survive if he crashed. Taking in a large gulp of air Aden did the best he could to alert them of the dangers.
"GET OUT OF THE WAY!!! GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY!" He yelled as the distance started to close in fast. Nevertheless his voice caught their attention as they all turned around to look at him mouths hanging open. "DON'T JUST STAND THERE! GET OUT OF THE WAY!" He yelled once again.
Seconds from impact the ponies seemed to snap out of it as they all jumped to the side. Well almost all of them jumped out of the way. One mare with a red mane and a beige coat ducked just in time for the cart to sail right over her head.
Glancing back at the ponies he sighed in relief, none of them had been harmed. Looking back forwards Aden came upon the unwelcoming sight of a large water fountain. "how cliché -" Is the only words that came out of his mouth before the cart crashed violently into it, making Aden soar right over the rest of the cart and into the fountain.
Aden's body jolted up into a sitting position from the freezing waters he entered. The mouth full of water he had gained from entering the fountain mid-sentence, was now squirting out in a comedic fashion. Groaning from the pain, and dizzy from the lack of energy he possessed, he slowly made his way out of the fountain and stepped into the cobblestone street.
The three mares that he almost road killed, lay on the street a couple feet away from him. They were no doubt passed out from the shock of the event. He felt the full gilt of causing it and it grew larger as he knew he could not help them, for if he did they would probably send him back to the mint green pony -if they didn't kill him first-.
"You know we could of just took the hinges off the door and exited that way. All this violence could of been avoided."
"Then where were you back in the mint ponies room? huh?"
"...."
Standing there in the hard rain Aden started to piece his situation together. The one reasonable idea he had explaining his situation went out the window, no pun intended. Looking around the area he found himself pondering how this could of happened. Reason seemed to escape him every time he thought he figured out what happened.
The place he was in now barely resembled earth at all. The village was one that looked to be from the medieval era but all the colors were to bright, giving off a feeling of happiness and security even though it was raining. Shaking his head he walked down the desolate streets hoping that he might come across someone that would explain what happened. He preferred it if that someone was not somepony.
Aden's walk was slow as he trudged along. The sound of his bare feet contacting the wet stone was accompanied by the harsh rain. It felt like it was raining sand more than rain as it stung each time a pellet of rain contacted his skin. He was tired beyond imagination, the past events sucked every inch of energy he had left in him. His body now in automatic mode with only one objective, an objective of escape.
Soon his mind became blank, his thoughts washing away with the rain. It felt like he had been walking forever but the fountain was only a couple feet behind him. It's once clean water was now filled with bits of wood from the cart along with some hay.
laying in front of him was what he could only assumed to be the center of the village. Many wooden stalls lay scattered about, emptied from disuse caused by the rain. No sing's of life was seen anywhere, the only things that moved was the wooden sing's that clung to the outsides of buildings. Each one with a different symbol showing the different types of shops; restaurant, tools, and one that looked like a sofa and a quill.
As the wind wept through the emptied market square Aden's thoughts returned to him. It was like a wave came crashing down upon him. The questions he asked didn't matter, he was in a different place and that's all that mattered right now. Aden fell to his knees the wind and rain pounding his tired and weak body.
"Family, friends, my job... all gone...."
The thought ripped through him, everything he once had was gone swept away like a newspaper in the wind. As if reality was not giving him a hard time enough the pain in his feet erupted. No longer having the strength to fight it he toppled onto the cobble street. Rolling onto his back another jolt of pain was released.
Aden could do nothing about the pain and just lay there in the middle of the market square. His tears mixing in with the rain. The walls of reality were harsh and cold, but Aden knew he had to accept them whether he liked it or not. He knew that someday he would get used to this way of living, however it didn't have to be today and with that he let the darkness take him.
Cracking his eyelids open Aden was not surprised to find himself back in the little unicorns room. Glancing over to the window he noticed it had been repaired allowing the sunlight to once again shine through it -not like it wouldn't if the window was still broken-.
The warm comforts of the bed made him smile, it was that feeling you get when you just don't want to get out of bed. Thankfully with the recent events he was able to do just that. He lay staring at the ceiling relishing the fact that he was still alive. Aden thought that once the mint pony caught up to him she would dissect him immediately for worry of him escaping again.
Gladly that was not the case and he was allowed to live another day. Another day where he would once again attempt to escape this crazed mare. This time around it would be much harder, the mint green pony would surly of added extra precautions.
Speaking of the little unicorn the bedroom doors swung open. The little pony standing in its place, her messed up mane and saggy eyelids showed that she was up all night. Her expression however was much different, her eyes themselves were glowing in what could be either anger or determination.
Aden watched as the little pony slowly walked towards the bed. She was muttering words under hear breath, not only could Aden barely hear them he didn't know what they meant. His neutral expression started to grow into a worried one as she continued her trajectory, her horn glowing in the process.
"I didn't want it to come to this, but you left me no choice."
Panic started to set in and Aden looked around the room frantically, hoping that he would find an easy way out. Sadly he was cornered when the mare once again shut the door with the same click sound, however her horn stayed lit raising his worries. Should she cast any spell he would be defenseless.
Before he could protest the mint green pony jump onto the bed looking him straight in the eyes. Her horn growing brighter and brighter each step she made, her expression never changing. With a large gulp Aden started to back up until his back made contact with the headboard, which in turn made him wince at the pain that shot through his back.
Having nothing else left to do he pulled his hands up to cover his face. He could feel the pony now on his lap waiting, for what Aden did not know. Out of pure curiosity he lowered his arms only to be blinded by the bright light of the pony. Without time to react the pony touched his forehead with her horn.
Instantly pain erupted in his head, his mind felt like it was being twisted and contorted. His hands shot up to his head trying to support the pain, but to no avail as the pain was purely mental not physical. Aden tried to man through it giving it his all, nevertheless the tears flowed. He had never endured as much pain as he is now.
He let out a large scream, begging the pony to stop. His cries went unheard as the pain continued, the weight of the pony still on his lap. He tried to toss the unicorn off of him, however his muscles were seized up. All he could do is take the pain as it ran through every inch of his mind searching for something specific.
"PLEASE STOP!!" Aden found himself yelling, but once again nothing happened. It was so frustrating for him to not be able to fight back. He soon started to wish that the unicorn killed him instead.
Suddenly the pain stopped and the bright light green glow ceased. It was as if she had found what she wanted and was now satisfied. The only thing left was a aching in Aden's head like a really bad hangover. Nevertheless it was a significant improvement from the last pain he felt.
Regaining his focus he noticed that the little unicorn was still sitting on his lap, giving him a large smile. "What the fuck are you so happy about? Huh? Got what you needed?" Aden snapped at the little unicorn, his voice so venomous it made the happy mare flinch.
"You can say that..." The mint green pony stated in English.
Author's Note
Thanks for you support guys! You can all thank Mr. Xenomorpher for the flower ponies. It was a really good idea and I think I might just follow the road and see where it takes us! Last but not least comment and/or like the story!
Aden was utterly speechless. As common and mundane talking was back on Earth, he never once thought of the possibility that a pony may be able to do the same. Such ideas were never even considered, because of how far fetched they sounded. The only people that would even think about such things would either be mentally ill or just plain crazy.
"D-did you just talk?" Aden stuttered for the first time in a long time. He always thought that the ponies were sentient, but now that he was seeing it and hearing it with his own ears and eyes he couldn't believe it. It just felt... wrong, back on Earth -in less he's still on Earth- ponies were just animals! They couldn't talk. The fact that one was now talking to him cemented his suspicions, they defiantly were extraterrestrial.
"I dunno you tell me." The pony once again spoke in English. She apparently also knew the slag that humans would often use because they were lazy geezers. Aden was once again left speechless staring at the mint green pony. She had the same appearance; messed up hair, and baggy eyes, however now he looked at the pony in a whole new way. He looked at her like if she was another human, which he knew was not true.
Having difficulty finding the right words to say the pony spoke up. "I'm Lyra!" she stated once again holding out her hoof like she did when he first met her. Nevertheless things have changed and he now realized how crazy she really was.
Aden was now confused, she acted so nice but her previous actions showed that she was anything but nice. "H-How can you talk? Or how can I understand you? Your speaking perfect English! And what the fuck did you do to my head!?" he blurted out questions that he was inching to be answered.
The mint pony gets a sheepish expression like she did something she was wasn't supposed to. "I may of assaulted your mind to dig out all of the information you had about your language. I never intended to do it this way at the beginning, but you left me no choice! You broke my window and tackled me!" Lyra states with a 'hmpf'.
"To be fair I was just dumped on this planet with no reasonable explanation! How the hell am I supposed to know that you were harmless! I still don't know if you're harmless!" Aden snapped back to Lyra causing her the filch since she's sitting right in front of him and on top his lap. "And could you please get off my lap!"
The little unicorn obeys and steps down from the bed. "Well I'm harmless. Now you know." Her tone states that she is telling the truth but Aden didn't know if he could trust her just yet, after all anyone could go against their words. Sure her reasoning for causing the pain was just, but to Aden he felt that he was mentally raped and there is no reasoning that can back up rape.
Once again Aden attempted to get his thoughts into words but his mouth refused him. "You know I always dreamed of learning your language, however I thought it would of taken a lot longer. Anywho now that I know it I feel so amazing, I'm the only mare in Equestria that knows English!" Lyra lets out a loud squeal and as if that wasn't enough to portray her emotions she got up on her back hooves and spun around. "This is so amazing! I know your languages name! English!"
Before Aden could even roll his eyes Lyra was already long gone, trotting out the door from which she came leaving the door wide open as she did so. As if to get him going his stomach let out a loud grumble. "Uh fine, I will follow the little unicorn for now." Aden grumbled to himself as he got out of the bed, making sure to stay off the injured parts of his foot.
Inching along the carpeted floor Aden for the second time in his existence left the mint green ponies room. Stepping out of the room he once again was greeted by the long hallway. The pictures still in their places, untouched by anyone since he had last seen them. Sometimes I wish I was an inanimate object, just so I wouldn't have to deal with all this. He thought to himself passing each picture, glancing at each one as he passed.
Each picture was connected but Aden couldn't figure out for the life of him why these pictures were arranged like they were. Any other day and Aden would of thrown it to the wind, claiming it to be nothing. Today however was not any other day so he studied the pictures more thoroughly as he passed by each one.
Give up man, it's just some pictures in a random order that the green unicorn just decided to throw up.
Shoving his thoughts away he continued to ponder on the pictures. Only three of them had the beige colored pony and they were the last ones. Reaching the last picture Aden let out a large sigh. "Maybe not all mystery's are meant to be solved." He muttered under his breath. His curiosity would kill him for not figuring it out, but he would rather that then spend a couple more minutes in this crazy new world. Aden liked his life back on earth; it was simple, easy and a bit stressful. Just what every human needed in their life, because without chaos life is just dull and boring.
Arriving at the end of the corridor Aden once again looked upon the stairs that lead down into the main level. His mind screamed at him to turn back for reasons that were well thought out, but he didn't listen to them. Taking the first step carefully and safely he continued, he was putting his trust in this talking mare for reasons he did not fully understand.
Taking it one step at a time Aden soon reached the bottom of the stairs and looked around. The room he was now in was similar to his main room back in his apartment. However there was some key differences like the lack of T.V and position of the furniture. Nonetheless the room still resembled the apartments style.
The kitchen and living room where both connected, allowing the people in the kitchen to talk to the people in the living room freely. The only thing that separated the two rooms was an island that bore multiple cushions around it. To Aden it looked really similar to the tables and seats one would find in a Japanese tea room. Another big difference was that there was a sun room connected to the living room. The wooden doors to the room lay open allowing the sun to flow freely into the living room. The whole house seemed to be designed in such a way that no lights were needed during the day, which lead Aden to his second observation.
No matter where he looked, Aden could see no lights what so ever. The only thing that he noticed was a few candles that were attached to the walls of the room. Each one lay a good distance away from one and another, no doubt in effective positions for when the night arrives. To say the house looked cozy was an understatement, this house felt like it was meant to make you relax. Aden could already feel his muscles loosening up and his stress start to ease away.
Sadly this didn't last very long. "What are you doing down here!" Lyra yelped once she turned around in the kitchen. "You should be upstairs resting!" She claimed with her horn glowing up once again. Any attempt to stop her from doing whatever it was she was planning on doing went out the window as a loud pop was heard.
A bright minty light flooded Aden's vision and his stomach started to turn. It felt like he was being sucked threw a straw at high speeds. As fast as the sensation came it vanished and Aden was left laying down in a 'o so familiar' bed. Nevertheless his stomach still span causing him to lean over the edge of the bed and throw up. For all that is holy out there, what the hell was that! Aden thought as he came to his senses to realize where he was. How the heck did I get here! He thought to himself, rolling back over so he stared at the ceiling of the room. He would of got back up and head downstairs again, but the sound of the door closing took that idea away.
"Why me. Why did it have to be me." Aden claimed over and over again as he slowly let the warm comfort of the bed take him gently into slumber.
"You're useless you know that! They trusted you and you had the nerve to lie to them! You should be ashamed of yourself Aden!" A familiar female voice yelled out from the darkness. Her voice was bitter and her words were venomous causing Aden to step back in the void. Aden knew what the voice was talking about and he wouldn't let the comment slip without his reasoning.
"I had to! It wasn't my fault it turned out this way! I never once thought it would end up like this and if I did I would of told them the truth!" Aden snapped back.
"I don't care what your excuse is! For all that I care, you can go crawl in a hole and die! I'm ashamed to call you my brother" The last words hit Aden like a freight train.
A soft prodding made itself known to Aden, without hesitation Aden shot up in his bed eyes wide open and scanning the room. Looking around he came to see the same light green room, never in his whole life would Aden of thought he would actually be happy seeing this room. Life has it's strange ways, at least it's for the better. He thought to himself.
Calming back down he looked down to see the source of the prodding. Lyra, the minty green unicorn had a tray of food in her mouth as she poked his leg with her hoof. Nonetheless the poking has long since stopped and now she just stood there wide eyed. Looking closer Aden could see that she was actually shaking a bit. Did I scare her? He asked himself.
"eh broght yosh s-somf ood" Lyra stuttered with the tray in her mouth. Why she didn't use her magic to carry the tray was something that Aden would ponder about on a later date. For now she was offering food and food was a commodity that no man could deny, no matter how much they wanted to.
With a warm smile Aden grabbed the tray from the ponies mouth and looked at its contents. An apple, two pancakes and is that flowers on the side? Is she trying to butter me up or is she coming on to me? Either way I'm not letting this food go to waste. And to waste they did not go. Aden did not hold back eating the plain pancakes with an unnatural force. After the pancakes were done he got his next target in sight, the big juicy green apple. If Lyra were to blink she would of missed the process it took to eat the apple.
Letting out a large burp, Aden lay the tray onto the nightstand. "Man that must of been the best pancakes I have ever tasted!" He commented and as if to show his satisfaction he started to lick his fingers one at a time. An event that Lyra just stared at letting her right eye twitch in the process. "So enough stalling, take me back home." Aden commanded, his voice as sturdy as stone.
Shaking her head Lyra's horn glowed a bright gold, popping the tray that lay on the nightstand out of existence. From there her expression changed from awe to depressed. "But you just got here! At least let me take some notes before I send you back." Lyra replied. "I promise I will make it up to you in the end, pleassssse." Aden thought he had seen it all, but the expression Lyra was now giving him begged to differ. If cuteness could kill he would of been vaporized in a instance.
"No... take me... home... this instant!" Aden said weakly as he stared into the eyes of Lyra. Seeing the crack in his metaphorical armor Lyra pushed harder. She went full on cat mode on him, slowly climbing onto the bed with her puppy dog eyes. As if to tip him over the edge she curled up on his lap ".... FINE!" Aden yelled in defeat. He never thought that he would be a victim of cuteness. Losing to that stare, he could live with that; people would understand.
Unfurling herself Lyra shot up with a smile plastered upon her face. A loud squeak came from seemingly nowhere as her smile grew. "Oh this is going to be so much fun!" She exclaimed. With another pop a scroll and a quill came into reality right in front of her. Both floating in her golden magic, something that Aden always wondered about.
"Okay question one! What do humans eat?" Lyra resisted with ease, it was like she had this whole question and answer thing planed out from day one. Of coarse she would ask something like this. What did I expect, she's a scientist of some sort. A scientist looking at her test subject as nothing more than a experiment, not like a sentient being. Hell she still hasn't even asked what my name is.
Nonetheless he still answered her questions. The sooner they were depleted the sooner he would be sent to a world where he was actually cared about. Even if the only person that really cared for him was Mae and even she only cared because he owed her money. "We're omnivores we can eat both animals and plants, however some plants we can't really digest all too well." He answered honestly, no point in giving the mare false information. Who knows maybe he will become famous here. At least your name will live on somewhere.
"Fascinating! How long does a human live for on average?" Once again the question seems to have been thought of before hand. No time or thought was given to actually think about the specimen before her. Sighing Aden once again answered the question, his clear emotions flying right over Lyra's head.
"Last time I checked it was around 70ish. That being said I have heard of some guy in France that lived to be 122 years" Lyra's eyes seem to shoot open at that answer. It was like she expected a human to die after a couple of years.
"That's amazing! Us ponies only last for a good 50 years, 62 is the longest recorded. You humans truly are spectacular!" Lyra commented as her quill wrote down every single word Aden said. The fact that she could write faster than he could speak was a big plus.
"I wish all people thought like you." Aden said under his breath. "Anyways how many more questions are you planning to ask?" He asked staring down at the green pony.
Lyra's smile just kept getting bigger. "We're just scratching the surface! I have nine thousand and one questions lined up and ready to go! I have more but those are just the ones I have memorized!" She replied with pride.
Of course, today is going to be a long day. Aden sighed.
A reveal suited for royalty
Six hours have passed since Lyra had started her questioning. Six hours that Aden could of been spending back on earth, progressing in his line of work. Well he really doubted that he would actually be progress in being a steel mill worker, but he digresses.
At the beginning Aden thought that she was joking around with having nine thousand questions, but as time went on she proved herself to be telling the truth. Thankfully she didn't prod far into each question, each answer was just a simple yes or no. Only a few did Aden actually have to form a complete sentence in order to give an answer.
Through it all Aden had come up with his own little questions, but he decided to leave them be. Anymore time spent here could drive him insane. Aden was actually quite proud in himself that he hasn't tried to kill someone yet. All of this time spent with a talking pony could drive anyone insane. Nevertheless Lyra's questions finally stopped flowing and she had a satisfied smile upon her face. Seeing this Aden once again asked "Are we finally done?". With a soft nod Lyra jumped off the bed.
"Yes I believe these questions shall keep me occupied for a very long time. However there is one last thing that I need to do before I send you back." Lyra stated as Aden slowly got out of the bed and followed the pony out of the room.
"And that may be?" Aden questioned his voice lacking any sense of enjoyment.
Before he knew it Lyra turned around with a camera grasped in her magic. Two quick flashes and the camera disappeared, Lyra returning to her original position. "What hell was that for!" Aden retorted as he rubbed his eyes. The flash from the camera momentarily blinding him.
"To prove to everypony in Ponyville that I'm not crazy. I would of loved to show you in the flesh, but it seems that you don't want to stay any longer then you have to. I can fully understand, if I were transported to earth randomly I would want to get back as soon as possible as well." Regaining his bearings he gave her another warm smile. At least she wasn't completely heartless with her test subjects.
"Thanks for understanding my situation." Aden replied as he followed the unicorn down the stairs into the living room then down some more stairs. Before long Aden found himself in the basement of Lyra's house. As basements tend to be it was pretty chilly, Lyra on the other hand probably felt nothing her having fur and all.
Taking in his surroundings Aden took in every detail, which evidently wasn't much. The basement walls were made out of gray stone, the ceiling was wood and the floor was surprisingly still carpet. Other then that the room was completely bare, the only thing that lay in the confinements of the basement was a large Tesla coil looking thing. To you it looked sick as fuck, but to anyone else it would probably look ominous and menacing.
"Well here we are, the Interplanetary Propulsion Objective Device or the 'iPod' for short." Lyra claims with in the most serious voice she could muster. Aden on the other hand was trying his hardest to stifle his laugh. "This device has the capability to amplify my teleportation spell. All I need to do is give it a little magical energy to start and wala!"
Holding back his laughter successfully Aden stepped towards the machine. "Let's get this over with, I have a job to get back to." He claimed in a semi serious tone.
Nodding Lyra's horn started to glow again. Within seconds the device started to power up, lights all over the machine started to blink in and out of existence. It looked like something straight out of a Si-Fi film. "Just stand in front of the machine facing me and I'll send you back." Lyra claimed her eyes starting to glow white.
Following her orders Aden stepped in front of the machine and faced towards Lyra. He had one last thing to say to her before he vanished and he would wait until the last moment to say it. The sound of gears turning and electricity lashing out made themselves known. The sound gradually getting louder before a large white beam hit Aden in the chest.
No pain was felt as the light vanished. Opening his eyes Aden was surprised to see himself slowly fading away. Looking at his hands he could see straight threw them like foggy glass. "It will take about ten seconds before you dematerialize here and rematerialize back on earth." Lyra claimed powering down the machine.
Having this last second chance he spoke what was on his mind. "It was nice meeting you Lyra. My names Aden in case you were wondering. Thanks to you I can see now that ponies act the same way as us humans. When you find something new you don't question how it feels or how it thinks you just want to get information out of it. It's funny really, because I never had the chance to ask you any questions. I might as well of been an animal in a cage. But that's okay, because it was a pleasure being your tool Lyra." Aden claimed waving goodbye as he finally faded out of existence a small soft smile upon his face.
After his speech the room dimed down till all he could see was black. It was a bit harsh what Aden had said, but that was the whole point. It doesn't mater if you want answers or not if the being is sentient you should at least get to know them first. Learn what they're like by living with them not by pounding them with millions of questions. A lesson that he hoped he passed onto Lyra.
He, himself had acted nice towards Lyra after he found out she was sentient. That was after all the only reason he could say his speech without feeling guilty. To him Lyra was just like any other human being, in fact she was too much like a human being. He knew he would be fired from his job for the unexpected leave, and he would of stayed longer in this world, but if he was treated like some 'experiment' all the time he would rather go back to nothing.
As those thoughts flowed through his mind, the light returned to Aden. Colors and shapes started to pop into existence, or was it him that was popping in? Nevertheless the shapes and colors were not ones that he was familiar with. He did not remember his apartment having any colors of white or gold, and from the blurry shapes he would say he's in some sort of large room.
Time passes by and Aden slowly focuses on the area around him. He lay on his back staring into the marble ceiling above him. Stained glass adorned the walls each portraying a mural of some sort. Aden let out a large grunt in pain as a large headache came to him. Rolling over he found himself looking at a lush red carpet. If he had to guess he got teleported into a rich persons home.
Facing towards the ground Aden slowly got up to his knees, the pain from his injures proving to be nothing compared to the large headache he is experiencing. From this day on Aden would hate the concept of magic in every way.
Pushing through the pain he slowly got back up to his feet. Looking around he took in what he saw. The room was indeed large, in fact Aden thought that gargantuan was the correct term to use for a room like this. Massive marble pillars held the roof up as the red carpet that he once lay on ran through the middle of them.
The floor itself was made out of the pure white marble, polished so thoroughly that he could see his reflection. Whoever maintained this place had worked harder than anyone he had ever seen as the windows shined just the same. Letting the sunlight through but shattering it into a ray of colors before smashing into the marble floor.
Since the marble floor was so well polished the rainbow of colors bounced off of it and gave life to the room. Forget the people that maintained the room, who did this belong to? Aden pondered rubbing his head. While the spectacular light display was mesmerizing it didn't help Aden's headache in the slightest.
Turning to his left Aden laid eyes upon two large golden plated doors. He assumed they were plated gold for if they were made entirely out of gold it would of cost a fortune he thought no one on earth had.
"I wasn't expecting anymore guests today, but something tells me you really didn't have a choice to come." A comforting voice spoke out behind Aden. It was so comforting that he didn't even flinch at the sudden appearance. Turning around slowly Aden saw standing before him another pony.
Letting out a large sigh Aden rolled his eyes. "Great I'm still in pony land." He commented. As they both stood there he started to pick out some key features. This pony that stood before him was the same size as he was, including her horn that is. Along with her horn she also bore two white wings that matched her coat and if anything gave away her status it was the golden crown that lay up top her head.
It was then that the pony did something that Aden would of never thought. It laughed. "Oh my, I have never had a subject talk to me like that before. It is quite amusing to have somepony, or should I say someone so 'down to earth '. Furthermore I find your term 'pony land' quite charming."
It didn't take a genius to figure out that she was the queen, but even if Aden was in her country it didn't mean that she could freely tell him what to do let alone call him one of her subjects. "Maybe that's because I'm not one of your subjects." Aden replied, still rubbing his forehead from the pain.
"You really are a stubborn one aren't you, but where are my manners. My name is princess Celestia ruler of Equestria, or 'pony land' as you call it." The white mare claimed. "May I have the privilege of knowing your name?"
"Why not you're the first one to even care enough to ask it in this world." Aden stated causing the royal pony to wince. It was a subtle wince, if Aden would of not been looking for it he would of missed it entirely. "My name is Aden." He said performing a small bow, since this pony had gained his respect.
"So you have been on Equss longer?" The white Unicorn/Pegasus hybrid thing asked. Your simple answer is to slowly nod. "I take it that your visit was a forced event?" Celestia questions, to you it looked like she was sympathizing with you.
"Yeah, this unicorn named Lyra teleported me here. Ever since I have been trying to escape because neither of us spoke the same language....." Aden stopped right in his spot his memory playing back key things in this conversation. ...Or should I someone...down to earth... Aden's mind raced even further. How can she know the terms to use around me? How does she know English!?
"Ah I see, Lyra was always fascinated by your species. How she managed to get a hold of one of you is unknown to me." She claims pondering the topic further.
"She used this device she calls the Interplanetary Propulsion Objective Device to grab me, or iPod for short." Aden claims rolling his eyes.
Celestia just gives out a smirk. "I hope she realizes the irony in that statement."
"I know righ- Hay how the hell do you know about iPod's! Furthermore how do you know English!" Aden finally claimed, it was a question in his mind but he thought it was best not to question the princess. However now things were getting a bit weird.
" Tiedän paljon enemmän kuin luulet Aden." Celestia claimed in Finnish a language that did not suit her voice at all.
"Okay now that's just creepy" Aden commented. "I think the English language suites you better and that still doesn't explain how you know so much about my race!"
Aden watched as Celestia came up with a proper response. Her pastel colored mane flowing in the nonexistent breeze. "I myself have been to your home planet. I needed to make sure that our closet sentient neighbors weren't going to attack us anytime soon. I will say however that your 'ways' and ethics are much different then here on Equestria. It will take you a while to get used to the fact that we are mostly a peaceful race. Wars do not come by every day." She claimed giving Aden a stern look.
"Who said I wanted to stay? The whole reason I'm here is because Lyra was sending me back. I don't know how I ended up here instead of my apartment but I did. Looks like Lyra's machine is not ready for return missions." Aden replied.
"I suppose it would be in your best interest to return home after being taken from it. It also makes sense on my part to send you back as well seeing as the ponies would have an uproar if they saw you. I find it best that you would leave." She stated. He reasoning was backed up and there was no arguing with it. However he thought he might give the princess a heads up before he gets sent home.
"Before you send me back to earth, I feel that you should know that Lyra took a picture of me. So that uproar might actually happen." Aden admitted causing Celestia to smile catching Aden off guard.
"Who said I was sending you back? I for one do not have the magical ability to do so. It looks like your only hope is for Lyra to tune her machine correctly." She stated obviously lying with the way she was talking. "And I think it's a small blessing in its own. For now you get to see Equestria in a lighter light." She claimed as her horn glowed a gold color just like Lyra's.
"But... you... earth... before?" Was all Aden was allowed to say in his shocked state before Celestia's magic hit him in the chest causing Aden to dematerialize again.
With a smirk Celestia walked out of the throne room closing the double golden doors behind her. "Silly humans, don't judge a book by its cover."
Once again Aden's vision faded to black as his body vaporized right before the princesses eyes. The whole trip here had done nothing but confuse him further. Was the ruler of pony land crazy? Or was she just making sure he didn't leave on bad terms. Either way Aden was going to find a way to get back to that building and confront her. He knew that she had the power, she even proved it to him.
Sadly his redemption would have to wait as he was once again sucked through the magic straw, however this time it felt a lot stronger. Without even regaining his composure Aden was launched across the basement of a familiar pony. Since he was launched from the teleportation Aden quickly became good friends with the wall. Giving it a big old hug seconds after exiting the magical straw.
"Fucking ponies are going to be the end of me." Aden growled under his breath as he slowly peeled off the cold and damp stone wall. His stomach turning inside his body begging to throw up.
Landing flat on his ass Aden jolted up and regained his senses. The room he stood in was exactly how he left it, except for the lack of a minty green unicorn. One of which he would have to apologies to in order to have another shot at getting home.
Might as well get this over with.
Yeah I'm not looking forward to talking with this crazy pony again.
I swear all the ponies in this pony land are crazy!
Agreeing with his inner thoughts Aden walked towards the stairs and proceeded to climb them one by one. Each step upwards made him wish that the wall had killed him upon impact, however he will say that it took away his headache mysteriously.
Reaching the top step Aden looked around the open living room. The light was still shining albeit dimmer now that the day has progressed. Everything seemed to be just the way it was a few minutes ago, which really didn't surprise him at all.
Stepping into the living room Aden then made his way to the other set of stairs. If anything she's either out doing who knows what, or she's in her room, once again doing who knows what. Shrugging the thoughts out of his mind Aden trudged through the open living room and up the stairs, once again regretting his decision every step of the way.
Arriving once again within the pictured hallway Aden noticed that the door to Lyra's room at the end of corridor was wide open. Inside he could see a bundle of green fur laying down on the overly sized bed. Well for the pony it was over sized, for him it was two feet to small.
Walking closer Aden heard the soft sound of crying. Looks like she took my speech a bit to personal. Ah fuck now I feel really guilty about what I did. His thoughts made him want to just turn around and find another way to get home but he knew that Celestia was right. If she wasn't going to help him get home then Lyra would be the only other pony.
Stepping into the room unnoticed Aden walked up to the bed, looking down at the depressed pony that lay within the covers. Might as well start to try and cheer her up. He claimed to himself sitting down on the edge of the bed. "You know you shouldn't get all worked up from what a human has to say, were not all that were cut out to be."
Aden figured if anything were to right his wrong it would be to put down his own race. Hopefully she would see this as some sort of an apology. What Aden got instead was something he was not prepared for. Within the span of a couple seconds Lyra tossed the covers away and latched onto him. "ADEN! I'm so, so, so sorry! You were just the first human that I have ever seen and I just wanted to get as much information out of you before you left. I completely forgot to take your feelings into consideration and that you are an actual being."
During this whole fiasco Lyra had her head buried in his chest crying all the water out of her system. "There... there..." Aden said awkwardly rubbing her mane, he didn't really know how to deal with these kinds of situations. Sure he knew how to make steal and at what temperatures to heat it at, but crying was something he rarely encountered.
Nice save there man almost had me worried. I don't think you could of fuck up more.
Maybe if someone were to help me a couple of seconds ago we wouldn't be in this awkward silence!
Don't you go dragging me into this!
Oh you're already in this, you're me remember!
Aden's inner argument with himself was broken when he realized he was scratching Lyra behind the ear. It was all out of pure instinct and he really did not know how to explain himself. Nevertheless he continued and before he knew it Lyra was on her back a smile plastered upon her face as he continued to scratch her belly. It was like she was putty in his hands.
Taking away his hand Lyra smile faded. "Sorry I'm just so used to doing that to dogs and other animals that it came to me instinctively." With a sheepish smile he got back up to his feet placing Lyra on the bed. Sadly this world works on making Aden's life a living hell so when he got back up he forgot that he was injured on his foot.
Letting out a large yelp of pain Aden sat back down on the edge of the bed, mentally cursing to himself for forgetting such a huge thing. Turning his head around he noticed that Lyra was wiping away her tears as she sat up on her bed. "No don't be sorry that actually felt amazing." She commented with a sheepish smile of her own. "I'm sorry about how I treated you, is there any way we can move passed this."
This thought brought a smile to his face. "How about you cook me some more of those delicious pancakes and we start over from fresh OK?"
Smiling back at Aden Lyra once again latches onto him. "In that case I'm going to make the best pancakes ever!" She yelled out in joy.
*thunk*
A large plate of steaming hot pancakes landed in front of the starving human. He eyed his meal with a look one could only get when they're on the hunt. The teleportation's from earlier sure emptied his stomach.
"Hi I'm Lyra you are?" Lyra asked holding out her hoof with a smile. Looks like she's taking this 'starting over' thing seriously.
Taking a large bight out of the first pancake Aden reached out his own hand. "I'fsh Adon." Aden recited with a mouth full of pancake. Shaking Lyra's hoof Aden quickly went back to eating.
"So why did you come back?" Lyra asked.
"Well I really didn't have much of a choice seeing as you sent me to your ruler." Aden stated after he downed the last piece of the pancake. Nonetheless he grabbed another one and started to scarf it down as well. "I don't really want to talk about our little encounter." He finally claimed.
Lyra's eyes shoot wide open. "You met Princess Celestia!" If she were eating the pancakes too, Aden would of betted that it would of been all over his face right about now. "What did you tell her?! Please tell me that you didn't tell her about my iPod!" Aden only raises an eyebrow at that claim.
"Well duh, how else am I supposed to explain how I got sent to her court seemingly out of nowhere. I don't know about you but quantum theory is a bit of a long shot." It seems that Lyra has either tuned Aden out or has something really important on her mind. Either way she still tuned him out and for that he crossed his arm to show his disapproval.
Once again Lyra seems to ignore him completely. "This is not good, this is definitely not good!" She exclaimed getting up from her seat and trotting around the room. Just watching her Aden was sure he would catch whiplash.
"Whash noat good?" Aden questioned as he happily munched on the rest of the pancakes on the plate. To any human being the speed he devoured them would be unreal. Nevertheless he still did it and under five minutes to!
"Using magic to interfere with others life without consent is against the magic law! I could be expelled, thrown in the Canterlot dungeon for years! or worst of all be executed." Her pacing seems to have increased and if she kept it up any longer he was sure she would wear a grove into the carpet, if that was even possible.
Standing up Aden when to Lyra "You really need to stop worrying and start thinking." He claimed scratching the back of her ear with his fingers. Lyra leaned into him and he could feel her relaxing. "If Celestia were to punish you I'm sure she would of done it by now. Plus I don't think Celestia would send me back to you, if she had planned on exiling you out of the country."
"I guess you're right." Lyra cooed from the pure pleasure she was receiving from Aden's fingers. In all honesty it was starting to creep Aden out that he could just change her emotions like that. All he would need to turn this minty pony into a puddle of minty paste was a few seconds of scratching. I wonder if all ponies would act this way? Aden pondered.
Nevertheless, Aden continued to support the small unicorn. "It's funny how you like this simple action so much." Aden said. Lyra just simply nodded as she once again rolled over onto the floor causing Aden to start scratching her belly. "You know if you keep acting like this, I might just think you're a dog."
Taking his hand away Aden ponder the thought further. Maybe ponies have the same soft spots as dogs and cats do on earth. With this new hypotheses Aden waited for the pony to get back up off the floor. "I just can't help it when you do that. It just feels so good!" She claims with a smile upon her face.
"Alright you sappy mare get up." Aden stated as he helped the mare to her feet, however he didn't stop there. Reaching out Aden then proceeded to scratch under Lyra's chin. On the other hand Lyra's eyes grew wide and her tail began to swish around. After about two seconds the mare collapsed on the floor with her eyes closed and a goofy smile upon her face.
Well it looks like our hypotheses was wrong.
Either that or she liked that way too much...
Time passed by as Aden placed the minty mare onto a nearby couch and waited for her to awaken. He sat across from her looking as her small belly raised and lowered from each breath she took. It was quite an amazing to see, especially when the sun is setting letting the warm orange glow flow into the living room.
Just as the sun dipped down below the horizon the candles upon the walls flickered on. Being caught off guard, Aden immediately jumped out of his seat causing the green mare to awaken in the process. "What the fuck!" He yelled as he slowly calmed himself down before approaching one of the candles.
Hovering his hand above one of the candles he noticed that no heat was given off of the flame. It was like all of the energy that the candle was converting was going directly into light energy. Something that would have scientists back home freaking out.
Bringing his hand in closer to the flame the temperature remained the same. As his mind raced his curiosity struck him. Slowly but carefully Aden lowered his hand into the flame, the burning sensation he would of thought would follow never came. Instead it felt just like the air around it almost like the only thing that stated it existed was the light it gave off.
"Magic's sure is cool isn't it!" Lyra chimed in beside him. "All these candles have a spell on them so when the room reaches a certain darkness they all tern on. Pretty cool huh! Only took me about ten minutes to do and they last for a month."
Aden grunted in response. "Magic I will never get used to it. No matter how casually you talk about it." Turning his attention away from the flame he turned to face Lyra. "Looks like the sleepy pony finally awoken. Have a nice nap." Aden teased.
"It's not my fault that your hands were made by the divines!" Lyra replied her only response was a well placed raspberry. "You know I was going to sleep on the couch again and let you have the my bed, but just for that you can sleep down here tonight." She added with a smirk.
Aden only smiled. "I don't really mind and if I ever do change my mind I can just scratch under your chin." This time it was Lyra's turn to blow the raspberry, however her being a pony she failed miserably and instead let out a neigh. Which in turn made Aden fall down to the floor clutching his stomach in preparation for the laughter that soon followed.
