Our Little Comradeby treresidentChaptersCh 1 Well At Least it's Not That Fucking DesertCh 2 Escape and First ContactCh 3 He Needs HelpCh 4 Since When Can Horses Talk?Ch 1 Well At Least it's Not That Fucking DesertAuthor's Note Hello Everyone, as I'm sure you've heard a thousand times before this is my first story. I tried to use the most accurate Russian I could use for the story as I am still learning the language and tried to give rough translations. Sorry to anyone who actually knows Russian well if I have offended you. Constructive criticism is appreciated but please don't leave a comment saying your story is garbage and then don't leave a reason why. That is all I ask. Well let me know what you think and I will try to be weekly with the new chapters but don't hold me to that because I have a couple of essays due and an exam to study for. Peace. Ch 1 Well At Least it's Not That Fucking Desert "Чертов Дмитрий, черт уколом, взяв меня за проклятую деньги, трахать мошенника", (Fucking Dmitri, damn prick, taking my god damn money, fucking cheater), Sergei mumbled to himself, 'That damn asshole is so good at cards he has to be cheating there is no way he is that good' he thought. Sergei was guarding the perimeter tonight to make sure the mujaheddin didn’t try a surprise attack at night ike they tried to a few nights back. They have been taking a lot of casualties lately due to the night attacks and the new US equipment they have been receiving. So because of this Sergei was alone on guard duty tonight the nearest friendly soul was at least a good 50 meters away. Sergei knew that if he were the one to get attacked he would not stand a chance and he knew that the others knew that too. If he were to get attacked he would have to trip the alarm next to him to alert the others and then he was pretty much written off from there. They couldn’t get any reinforcements or any real supplies with those new anti-air missiles those fuckers have been given so all Sergei had on him at the time was a PKM with only 300 rounds of ammunition including the box he had loaded now, a Makarov PM with just 4 clips including the one in the gun, 2 RGD-5 hand grenades, 3 RGD-2 smoke grenades, and his machete. "Черт, это чертовски пустыня ,и я замораживании мои шары с здесь .",(Damn, this is the fucking desert and I’m freezing my balls off out here.), Sergei mumbled while shivering slightly. He was not one to get cold easily being Russian and all but with the hot days of the desert being a high contrast to the cold nights in the desert he wasn’t used to it being so cold in the desert. His fatigues did little to stop the cold air from brushing up against him but the tactical vest did manage to help keep some warmth from escaping. Sergei was not a big man but he wasn’t small enough to fit in one of those T-72s. He was about 2 meters tall with a light brown hair and blue eyes. He had a rather pale complexion until he was sent to Afghanistan, but now he had a slight tan color to him. With the training he has had to do and the constant skirmishes with the mujaheddin he was pretty fit at least enough to keep from slowing down and getting shot and killed. Sergei was startled by a noise from his left and he scanned the area, at first he didn’t see or hear anything so after another 5 minutes of scanning the area he let his guard down as he thought it could have just been some stray dog one of his idiot comrades brought back or something. 'I swear if those idiots bring back anymore strays we will lose the rest of our rations to those damn mutts', Sergei thought. He was brought out of his musings when he saw a flash of light inside of the base. He didn’t hear any gunshot so he didn’t think anyone fired a gun so he decided to go and check it out. The flash came from the other side of the mess hall. He approached cautiously and when he reached the corner dropped down onto one knee as quietly as he could. He peaked around the corner slowly and saw….. Absolutely nothing. 'That’s weird I could of sworn I saw a light coming from over here, huh I must be imagining thi-' he was suddenly ripped from his thoughts when a flash of light blinded him. "Дерьмо!!!!",(Shit!!!!), Sergei yelled to himself. He suddenly felt as if someone was dragging him and then felt nothing. He felt as if he were floating but not like in water but floating as if he were in space. His sight had not come back yet so all he could see was white all around him still. He was floating around for what felt like hours. "Итак, это то, что смерть да. Я думал, что я был бы немного более болезненным, или, по крайней мере, насыщенный событиями, а не просто плавающие вокруг в этом пустом пространстве." (So, this is what death is huh. I thought I would be a little more painful or at least eventful instead of just floating around in this empty space.), Sergei said to no one in particular before he chuckled to himself. After what felt like hours of just aimless floating he felt like he was being dragged again. But unlike the first time which was a more gentle drag this one was more like him being tied to a car and being dragged down the street at 30 KPH. Then for some reason he started spin while being dragged. 'Of fuck I’m going to puke', thought Sergei. But just before the nausea made him throw up the contents of his stomach he was what he felt like thrown into the ground. Hard. He groaned in pain as he lay there in the dirt while a nice gentle breeze blew over him and birds chirped in the background. 'Wait dirt, birds, I was in the desert there shouldn’t be any dirt or birds in an empty desert, well except for vultures but these don’t sound like vultures.' Sergei thought to himself. Sergei got up after that thought and scanned his surroundings. He was in a forest of some kind with some tall trees and some weird looking plant life. He could see the vibrant colors of the forest and could tell this place is just teeming with life. Well the fact he heard a wolf howl off in the distant helped him to that conclusion also. 'Well at least it’s not the desert anymore, I fucking hate that place.', He thought to himself. 'Well since I am most likely dead from what I saw, I must be in some kind of afterlife place.', Sergei took another moment to scan his surroundings, 'Well at least I’m not in hell, It sure doesn’t look like hell so that’s a plus.' Sergei then patted himself down to see if he had anything with him or not. He realized everything he had on his person was with him, his grenades, his ammo, his sidearm, his machete, and even his LMG. 'Thank god that I had the strap around me I don’t like being helpless especially in an unknown area. Even if this is heaven I still would like to have some kind of protection but I could just be being paranoid. Fucking Brezhnev and that stupid war of his.' Sergei ranted in his own mind. While Sergei was ranting on in his own mind he didn’t notice the pack of wolves that lurked in the shadows and preceded to surround our good comrade. These wolves have never seen anything like Sergei in their entire existence but that won’t stop them from making a meal of the clueless Russian. Or so they thought. When the pack emerged from the forest surrounding Sergei he finally snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the beasts in front of him. "Какого хрена, эти волки сделаны из дерева?",(What the fuck, are these wolves made of wood?), Sergei thought aloud. While he was talking the wolf in front of him decided to attack. He pounced on our comrade but even though these wolves looked different and where apparently made of wood they still acted like wolves and Sergei knew how to deal with wolves. Being taught by his father when hunting he knew what wolves would do and so thinking that these are just like the wolves back home he brought out his machete and ducked under the first wolf leaping at him and then he immediately spun around and drove his machete into the head of the second wolf who tried to pounce on him from behind and tear into his neck. This shocked the lower wolves of the pack but it only made the alpha pissed. The alpha looked to the remaining 4 wolves of his pack and nodded to them. The looked to the alpha and nodded back. The remaining wolves then did something Sergei was not ready for. They started to glow a sickly green color and then started to break apart and float piece by piece into each other. It took a second for Sergei to comprehend what was happening but then decided that whatever was happening he was not ready for and decided to hightail it out of there. He ran for what felt like hours before he finally stopped. "Какие …. Черт .... Был …. Что?",(What …. The ….. Fuck …. Was …. That?), Sergei gasped. He leaned against a tree to catch his breath and then decided to check if he had dropped any of his gear. He left out a sigh of relief when he realized he had dropped nothing. He scanned his surroundings to see if there were any more surprises waiting for him and when he decided that all was clear he walked down a path he had found while running away from the weird mutant wood wolves. He was finally starting to relax when suddenly a loud roar from behind him scared the shit out of him, (almost literally). He turned around to find a giant lion, scorpion, hybrid thing that had fucking wings stare him down menacingly. "Трахни меня.",(Fuck Me.), Sergei said before the beast pounced. Ch 2 Escape and First ContactAuthor's Note Here it is my second chapter. I hope you enjoy it. Not as much Russian as in the first chapter but there is still some. Again I apologize if my Russian isn't perfect and I tried my best to give the English translations. I hope you enjoy and have a wonderful day. Peace Ch 2 Escape and First Contact The beast pounced but Sergei fell down on his butt before the monster could swipe his head clean off his shoulders. ‘Fuck that was close!’ Sergei thought Sergei was scooting back as fast as he could to put some distance between him and the monster, however just when he was about to get up and run he was tackled to the ground by the beast. The monster had one of his paws pinning down his left shoulder and one of the beast’s claws was digging into his shoulder. Sergei let out a scream that was deafening to anyone nearby and startled the beast enough for Sergei to scramble out of there. He ran as fast as he could with blood seeping out of the one hole in his shoulder. Our comrade tried to reach up with his right arm but found he couldn’t move his arm at all. He looked to see that when he fell he had dislocated his right shoulder. "Черт, что, черт возьми, это чудовище? Бли, что чуть не оторвал мне руку, и теперь я не могу даже снимать эту чертову причину моего плеча. Блядь!!!" ,(Damn, what the hell is that monster? Damn thing nearly tore my arm off and now I can’t even shoot the damn thing cause of my shoulder. Fuck!!!), Sergei said He spotted a cave up ahead and decided to lay low in there while he tries to put his shoulder back into place so he can defend himself from the monstrosity. He leaned up on the cave wall a little ways away from the entrance as to not give his pursuer a good view of him. He waited for what felt like hours but was only a couple of seconds in reality to see whether or not the monster was still chasing him. When he thought he was safe he decided to try reset his shoulder. He quickly realized that there was no way he was going to be able to reset his shoulder without help, at least not anyway he knew how. ‘Damn I’m stuck In this cave with an immobile arm and a fucking freak of nature out there trying to eat me for dinner.’ Sergei thought to himself, ‘Well I guess I stand corrected this place might just be hell.' Since he can’t move his right arm he made a make shift sling for it by using the strap to his PKM to help him from damaging his shoulder anymore. His left shoulder was on fire and still leaking blood and staining his black fatigues. He sighed in relief that he was still alive and that he got away from that beast with one of the most girly screams ever. He was not proud but he was glad he was alive all the same. That was until he heard a growl come from the mouth of the cave. His blood ran cold as soon as he heard the menacing growl. He turned to the source to see the monster from before with its lion’s body, scorpion tail, and weird leathery wings. ‘Shit!!! It must of follow my blood trail and my scent!’ Sergei thought. Not wanting to die Sergei patted himself down to try and find something useful, forgetting where everything was on his person for a moment while he kept his gaze on the beast in front of him, all the while the monster crept up slowly with a smirk that just looked as if he has finally cornered his meal for the night, however what the monster doesn’t know is that our comrade here has an ace up his sleeve. Sergei finally found what he thought was a frag grenade. He pulled the grenade off his vest so that the pin was still attached to the vest and shoved the grenade into the open maw of the beast. The beast instinctively closed his mouth upon having the grenade shoved in but Sergei managed to get his left hand out before the beast could bite off his hand. Sergei then instantly got to a crouch and rolled on his left shoulder out of the way and laid flat on the ground. He counted off the seconds in his head but he didn’t hear the bang that was supposed to happen, instead he heard what he thought was a muffled pop and turned back to see what had happened. When he looked back he saw smoke pour from the creatures mouth and nose before the creature in a panic ran away from the cave as fast as it could. Perplexed Sergei looked down to his vest to see that in his mad rush he accidentally grabbed one of his smoke grenades instead of a frag grenade. Then when the reality struck him like any sane man he laughed so hard he sounded like he should be institutionalized. "Вау…. Что…. Был…. Везучий",(Wow…. That…. Was…. Lucky), Sergei said between laughs. When he finally calmed down he looked to his surroundings and saw that it was just starting to become daybreak. He could hear a river off in the distance and decided to head in that direction to try and get some water and maybe clean out his wounds. As he walked he noticed that even though the sun is out this forest seems creepy as hell. He took note of that he saw no animals on his travels probably scared of him and all the noise he was making with his gear clanking all around. He didn’t mind though he was losing way to much blood to care about the noise he was making. He had hoped that after he gets to the river he might be able to follow it to a nearby town or something but he had to get there first. After another 10 minutes of walking he finally reached the river. When he finally laid eyes upon it he collapsed from exhaustion. He painstakingly crawled over to the river on his hands and knees and slurped up as much water as he could. When he finally had his fill he sat back on his heels and inspected his left shoulder or more importantly the hole in his left shoulder. He saw it was still leaking but wasn’t as bad as he thought. The wound only went in about 2 cm and it had missed any veins and arteries in his shoulder. ‘Man am I lucky that whole thing could have been a lot worse’ Sergei thought The beaten soviet fell back onto his butt and let out a sigh. He couldn’t do anything to his left shoulder at the moment because of his right arm in this makeshift sling, immobile. After relaxing for a couple more minutes Sergei got up on shaky feet and proceeded to follow the river south. After an hour of walking (with many breaks in between to catch his breath) he saw a small homely cottage with what he thought might be a tree growing on top of it. Наконец укрытие, некоторые, где я могу отдохнуть и, возможно, найти кого-то, чтобы помочь мне или отвезти меня в больницу",(Finally shelter, some where I can rest and maybe find someone to help me or take me to a hospital) Sergei said to himself. He walked up to the door and proceeded to knock with his left arm. He could only knock twice before his arm hurt too much and had to put it down and lean against the house for support to keep himself from falling. “Hello, who’s there” came back a very small and timid voice. ‘English go figure, well at least my grandfather taught me enough to get by’ Sergei thought. “Yes, hello, I need help, shoulders are hurt badly, can barely stand.” Sergei said in a heavy accent with hints of pain laced through. *Gasp* the door opens so fast that Sergei has to keep himself from getting in hit in the face and getting knocked out. “Dear Celestia, you sound hurt here let …. me ….help ….you.” said a buttercream colored pony with a soft pink mane whose voice started to trail off at the end. Sergei’s and the Pony’s eyes widen at the sight of each other and then due to the blood loss and the shock of seeing a talking pony he finally loses consciousness and fall down face first with a loud Thump. “Oh my usually I’m the one to faint in these situations.” The pony said before it chuckled nervously. Ch 3 He Needs HelpAuthor's Note Hello here is the third chapter of Our Little Comrade. No Russian here this time, so I can't accidentally offend anyone this chapter. I hope. Anyway constructive criticism is appreciated as it can only help me in the long run. I hope you have a wonderful day and enjoy the story. Peace Ch 3 He Needs Help Fluttershy woke up today feeling great. She was ready for whatever the day was going to throw at her at least she hoped she was ready. She got up out of bed and went down stairs to make angel bunny his meal for breakfast. “So my little angel bunny what do you want for breakfast?” she said in a babyish voice Angel for his part glared at her for her voice and then proceeded to pull out a book opened up to a page with a very complicated looking salad as a picture and proceeded to point at it while thumping his foot down and giving her that same glare. “Really? You want that salad again? But you know how hard it was for me to get the cherry on top last time don’t you?” she asked angel. If anything his glare got even worse and then proceeded to poke the picture with his little arm repeatedly until Fluttershy finally sighed and took the book away from the little rascal. “Fine, Fine, I will make you that salad but I will have to feed the others first and then have to go into town to pick up the supplies so you’ll just have to wait mister.” Fluttershy said with a hint of annoyance at the end of it. Angel was tempted to go into a tantrum but the look he got from Fluttershy stopped him dead in his tracks. So instead he gulped nervously and nodded. “Good, now would you be a dear and wake up the others while I get breakfast prepared?” Angel gave a cute little *Hmph* and hopped off to wake the others while Fluttershy proceeded to make breakfast for the others. She finally finished with making breakfast for all the animals around noon. She wiped the sweat off her forehead with a foreleg just before Mr. Bear could pick her up and give her a bear hug to show her his thanks. “Your welcome Mr. Bear, now go run off and have some fun I still got to go to town and get the ingredients to make Angel Bunny’s breakfast” Fluttershy looked at the clock “ Or should I say lunch” Fluttershy giggled. Mr. Bear gave a growl in reply and left through the back door. Just a Fluttershy was finishing cleaning the dishes, she heard a knock at the front door. ‘I wonder who that could be’ she thought. She went to the window out front to see if she could see anypony out front but didn’t see anything let alone anypony. She still felt like she should respond to see if maybe she just can’t see them behind the door. “Hello, Who’s there?” she said After a couple of seconds a voice with a heavy accent and some pain answered back. “Yes, hello, I need help, shoulders are hurt badly, can barely stand.” Fluttershy gasped, this stallion from how deep his voice was, sounded hurt. She immediately swung the door open and began to say. “Dear Celestia, you sound hurt here let …. me ….help ….you.” before she trailed off when she got a good look at him. He was a tall bipedal creature, at least 6ft tall, with a light brown mane and small blue eyes. He was wearing some weird looking black clothing that covered the rest of him but what she noticed was the blood oozing out of his left shoulder and his right foreleg?, was in a make shift sling using the strap of his club like thing. She then proceeded to look back at his eyes and they just like hers were wide with astonishment. He then proceeded to faint and fall face first right into her doorway. Fluttershy chuckled nervously and said, “Oh my usually I’m the one to faint in these situations.” She decided that since it was him that was talking through the door that at least he is sentient and not just some wounded animal that would attack her as soon as he got up, so she decided to bring him in and patch him up the best she could and then go and find Twilight to see what she should do. She put him on the couch downstairs while she shooed her animal friends away from him.She tried to take off his clothing to get a better look at his injures but with her hooves and teeth, (and lack of knowledge on how to take off his tactical vest) she decided to just rip open the cloth of his shirt to get to the wound. She ripped it then proceeded to examine finding that the wound only went about ¾ of an inch deep but she could see the sweat and grime sitting in the wound. She needed to get some disinfectant to make sure he doesn’t get an infection. She went upstairs to get her first aid kitin the bathroom. She came back down to see Angel Bunny standing on him and repeated jumping up and down on the man’s chest while he himself had a pained grimace on his face. Fluttershy rushed over and picked up Angel Bunny and set him on the floor. “Angel that is not the way to treat an injured guest in our home. I expected more from you, can’t you see how much pain he is in?” she scolded the little bunny. For his part Angel’s ears folded down as he looked down to the ground in shame. Fluttershy’s expression lightened and rubbed the bunny atop his head with the back of her hoof. “It’s ok Angel, I forgive you, just be more thoughtful next time ok.” The rabbit nodded and hopped off to the kitchen while Fluttershy walked up to the man and proceeded to open up the first aid kit. She took out a little rag damp with water and clean out the dirt and grime as best as she could. She then took out the disinfectant and proceeded to shake the spray bottle as inscribed on the bottle. “This may sting a little bit ok, I’m sorry.” She whispered in the unconscious man’s ear. She proceeded to spray into the open wound and she could hear the man hiss in pain. “Shhhhh, it’s ok, you’re going to be fine.” She whispered in his ear. The man seemed to visibly relax after that statement . After she had applied the disinfectant, she then applied gauze into the open wound to stop the bleeding and wrapped his shoulder in bandages to keep the gauze in place. She then noticed that his right shoulder is set oddly compared to how his left shoulder is and it seemed to be out of place. She knew nothing about his anatomy or even that of a minotaur which he sort of resembles but she could tell something was wrong with that shoulder but there was nothing she could do without the risk of hurting him. She watched him for a couple of more minutes to make sure he wouldn’t wake up so suddenly but then decided she should go and get Twilight to see if she knows anything about this creature and see if she can help him. She got up and went to the door, she opened it but before she walked out she checked to make sure that he was still sleeping. “Don’t worry I’ll be back with help and get you the proper care you need, I promise.” She said with determination. Due to being unconscious still, the man did not reply. She closed the door behind her and rushed to Twilight’s castle. She flew past ponies left and right and didn’t even give a reply when they would wave or say hello, she had more important matter to tend to at the moment. She burst through the doors of the castle and went straight to the cutie map room to see spike lazing about in Twilight’s chair. She rushed up to spike and started to shake him asking him over and over again where Twilight was. Spike for his part gave a confused and startled yelp when Fluttershy made contact with him. He couldn’t understand a single word that was he was being told due to the fact that she was speaking to incoherently and the fact that she hadn’t stopped shaking him. Twilight came into the room and saw what was going on and raised a brow in confusion. Fluttershy didn’t hear or see her come in so when Twilight used her magic to pull her off of spike she gave a cute *eep* sound when she was brought over in front of Twilight. “Fluttershy what has gotten into you? Rushing through town like a thestral out of Tartarus, scaring everypony and then coming in and shaking spike like a madmare.” Twilight said Fluttershy gave a sheepish smile while she looked away and blushed in embarrassment. “I’m sorry Twilight but this afternoon a strange creature came up to my cottage injured and asked for help and I didn’t know what to do since I never seen anything like him ever. I brought him into my home and patched up the hole in his left shoulder the best I could but it’s not perfect and his right shoulder looks out of place too since he was carrying it in a makeshift sling.” Fluttershy said in a worried and panicked tone. She was on the verge of a panic attack until Twilight draped a wing over her withers and nuzzled her. “Hey, hey, It’s alright, you did the right thing by helping him as much as you can and then coming to me. Is he still at your cottage?” Twilight asked. Fluttershy nodded in response. “Well let’s go there and help the poor thing, besides if it is truly a creature that you don’t even know about I would love to see it firsthoof.” Twilight said “He, he is male.” Fluttershy said meekly. “Hmm? How do you know?” “Well, when he talked to me through the door he had a masculine voice and a heavy accent so that means he’s not from around here either.” “Well duh, he’s not from around here, but the fact that he talked is even more intriguing, a new sentient creature on Equis. Hmm?” Twilight said. “Well to save time by not going through town and as not to alarm the citizens of Ponyville, I’m going to teleport us to your house is that alright?” Fluttershy nodded weakly. “Ok on three…. One……Two……..THREE!” There was a loud pop and then Spike was left there standing alone on Twilight’s chair. He finally got his eyes to stop spinning from being shaken by Fluttershy. “Geez, that’s the last time I take a nap in Twilights chair.” He grumbled to no one in particular. Back at Fluttershy’s cottage there was a large flash of light and then a loud pop as the two ponies landed in Fluttershy’s living room. Twilight after regaining her since of direction looked over to Fluttershy who was still trying to get over her vertigo. She shook her head and chuckled to her friends chagrin, then scanned the room for the creature. She didn’t have to look to far because he was laying there on the couch unconscious. She was perplexed to say the least, this creature has tall and bipedal like a minotaur but he didn’t have horns or hooves like a minotaur and wasn’t built like one either. “Hmm, so is this the creature you were talking about earlier?” she asked Fluttershy. “W-What, Oh, OH! Yes that is him Twilight.” Fluttershy said after she got rid of her dizzy spells. ‘Fascinating’, Twilight thought to herself. Twilight walked up to the unconscious man and examined him further. He had a light brown short well-kept mane, no fur on his face, and was wearing some weird looking clothing on. He had a vest of some type that had a lot of pockets filled with various equipment she had no clue on. Under that he had a black shirt of some kind of material that was stained on his left side due to the injury in his shoulder. She could she what Fluttershy had said earlier about how his right shoulder looks different than his left and the detail that he was in a sling also states that’s not supposed to look like that. “I wanted to take off his clothes to see if he has any other injuries I need to be worried about but with my hooves and the fact I don’t really know how to take his clothes off stopped me from doing so.” Fluttershy said when she was next to Twilight. Twilight was startled by this because she all but forgot about Fluttershy being there, but came to her senses quickly when she got the hint Fluttershy left her. “Ok I will go ahead and use my magic to take off his clothes so that we can better assess his injuries.” Twilight said. Twilight’s horn glowed a magenta type color and in an instant his clothes were off him and neatly folded on the coffee table. Twilight looked over him carefully to make sure she didn’t make his already apparent injuries worse and then proceeded to look over the rest of him. She took notice of some scarring on his chest of what looks like multiple slash wounds and a puncture wound on his right shoulder that look to have been healed for a decent amount of time. She also saw that his right shoulder did not look right at all. She then gazed lower on his person until she got to his crotch. Her eyes immediately shot open and her pupils dilated when she realized what she saw. She immediately conjured up a towel with her magic and covered his crotch. “Well, we definite know that he is a male now.” Twilight said with a blush showing up through her fur. She turned to look at Fluttershy who had her face hidden behind her mane, but twilight could still see the huge blush on her face. Ch 4 Since When Can Horses Talk?“Uh, my head; need to remember to never go drinking with Nikolai again.” Sergei groaned in Russian. “Oh my, you’re awake; how are you feeling?” asked a meek voice from somewhere to his immediate right in English. Sergei’s eyes immediately shot open and searched to find the voice, when he gazed at the owner of the voice Sergei noticed it was the same horse from before when he passed out; said owner let out a meager “eep” and quickly hid behind her mane. Sergei attempted to get up but immediately regretted that action if his pained hiss was any indication. When the horse heard his hiss of pain form his actions she quickly came out of her mane and rushed to his bedside to check if he was alright. Said action startled the man and he quickly fell out of the bed aggravating his injuries further. “FUCK!!!”, Sergei screamed in Russian as he tried to clutch at his right shoulder. The horse came rushing over again to try to provide aid and calm the man down. “Please sir you need to calm down or you will hurt yourself ev-“ “Don’t take one more step!!” he yelled at the horse in broken English. She being startled by his voice complied and flared her wings out in surprise. Sergei being completely taken by the fact she has wings stared at the offending appendages with mouth agape. The horse, noticing where he was staring, bashfully tucked her wings back into her sides. Noticing he was still staring she cleared her throat to try and gain his attention. Meanwhile Sergei finally started to notice her appearance, ‘Its yellow, has a pink hair color, resembles a horse, has wings, and can talk. What the fuck happened to me to get me stuck here. Am I just hallucinating in some morphine induced coma or is this real?’ Sergei thought. Seeing that she hadn’t gained his attention she cleared her throat a little louder this time. This caught Sergei’s attention as he was drawn back to the horse. “Stay away weird flying horse thing, I no want trouble!” Sergei said fearfully The ‘Weird Flying Horse Thing’ flinched at his words but let the words slide and calmly explained, “I’m a Pony not a ‘Weird Flying Horse Thing’ and my name is Fluttershy. What’s yours’?” Sergei, a bit put off by the fact that what he can now identify as a ‘Pony’ just spoke to him in perfect albeit quiet and mumbled English and asked him for his name; didn’t answer right away but after he realized she had just asked him a question he replied. “Sergei, name is Sergei.” “Well hello Sergei. It’s nice to formally meet you. Can I ask how you got hurt so badly?” Again Sergei had a lapse in thought because of the fact he is now having a conversation with a talking ‘Pony’ but after a little awkward silence and a glance at himself and his fucked up but patched up state he decided if she was kind enough to help him out the least he could do was humor her. So, he told her of his tale from the forest. He decided to leave out the whole being from what seemed a whole other planet for the sake of her and his own sanity. After about 15 mins of story telling his dislocated right shoulder started throbbing again from the loss of adrenaline running through his veins and he let out a painful hiss. She took notice to this and proceeds to rush to his side. After the pain starts to turn into dull aches takes a look at himself again with a closer look. His right shoulder is still dislocated, his left shoulder is patched up and the bleeding has stopped but there is still a hole in it. He also notices the numerous cuts and scratches on his bare skin. ‘Wait, bare skin?’ He looks to himself and sees that he has been naked this whole time and has been basically presenting himself to the pony for at least 30 mins. “Where are clothes?” He asks in a icey tone that could chill the hottest of fires. Hearing his tone she only whimpers, and hides behind her mane while she starts to tremble. Sergei seeing what he has done tones it down a bit and proceeds to ask again in a much calmer tone, “I sorry for tone but where are clothes? I need to cover self-up.” Fluttershy still a little shaken from his tone earlier only points to the night stand next to the bed where his clothes are neatly folded. Sergei takes notice and tries to get up but the pain from both of his shoulders can’t manage. He tries a few more times but after the third attempt just slumps down and puts his back against the wall with a defeated look on his face. She sees his expression and decides to help him out of pity. She walks around to the other side of the bed past Sergei to the nightstand and grabs his clothes with her mouth. She had washed them earlier but they are still scratched up and full of holes that she just can’t patch up herself. She deposits the clothes in front of Sergei who was watching her with slight curiosity the whole time and then backs up to give him some space. Sergei gives her a warm smile in thanks and scooches the clothes closer to him with his foot. He goes to try and put on his underpants and realizes he can’t because of his dislocated shoulder and his hole in the other one, both wounds practically crippling both arms. He looks to his dislocated arm and decides that he should try and put it back into place so he can gain one of his arms back. He asks her, “Could you help with right arm?”, while looking to his arm for emphasis on which one he wants help with. “Oh, yea I could try but I don’t know what I am supposed to do seeing as I know nothing of your anatomy.” She says meekly. “Is okay, I tell you what you do.” “Okay” Sergei proceeds to lie flat on his back and says, “Okay, first you grab arm away from body at 90 degree angle, then slowly but firmly pull on arm. Should fix shoulder.” She nods and is about to start to do as instructed but Sergei proceeds to stop her and ask for something to bite down on. She complies and gives him what looks like a dogs chew toy. ‘This is just fucking terrific, I feel like some god damn animal’ Sergei monologues in his head as he proceeds to glare at and eventually bite down on the degrading toy. He then nods for her to pull his shoulder back into place. She grabs his arm and proceeds to pull it, Sergei for his part is in great pain but after a little bit his shoulder is pulled back into place and the immediate pain dulls down into a slow ache. He spits the chew toy out and gives a sigh of relief, before promptly falling unconscious due to the pain and exhaustion. “Oh my, that must have taken a lot out of him but at least his shoulder looks fine now, but I really should get him back into the bed.” She then proceeds to nose under his back and then pushes far enough to get him on her shoulders. As she lifts him up she strains at his weight but it does not stop her (She wrestles bears for Christ’s sake!!) and she picks him up and then proceeds to carry him over to the bed. She sets him on the bed and then covers him up again with the blankets. “Whew, that was a doosey, but everything is alright now we just need to wait for Twilight to come back and we can get to work on fixing the rest of you up.” She says to the unresponsive Russian. Immediately after she says that knocking can be heard coming from down stairs. “Well speaking of Twilight.” The door can be heard opening up down stairs and two sets of hooves can be heard coming in. “Hey Fluttershy, I’m back and I brought Princess Celestia with me as well!” Author's Note So, what's up? Yea I haven't done much writing for this because I haven't really found any way to continue the story until now. So sorry about that. Now with life throwing me a curve ball and all I have no idea when the next update will be. (hopefully before next year this time), but don't worry this story won't die, my pride won't allow that to happen. I'll try and get the next chapter out some time next month. Hope you guys had a happy holidays and hears to an even better year. (16 days too late to say that)
Ch 1 Well At Least it's Not That Fucking DesertAuthor's Note Hello Everyone, as I'm sure you've heard a thousand times before this is my first story. I tried to use the most accurate Russian I could use for the story as I am still learning the language and tried to give rough translations. Sorry to anyone who actually knows Russian well if I have offended you. Constructive criticism is appreciated but please don't leave a comment saying your story is garbage and then don't leave a reason why. That is all I ask. Well let me know what you think and I will try to be weekly with the new chapters but don't hold me to that because I have a couple of essays due and an exam to study for. Peace. Ch 1 Well At Least it's Not That Fucking Desert "Чертов Дмитрий, черт уколом, взяв меня за проклятую деньги, трахать мошенника", (Fucking Dmitri, damn prick, taking my god damn money, fucking cheater), Sergei mumbled to himself, 'That damn asshole is so good at cards he has to be cheating there is no way he is that good' he thought. Sergei was guarding the perimeter tonight to make sure the mujaheddin didn’t try a surprise attack at night ike they tried to a few nights back. They have been taking a lot of casualties lately due to the night attacks and the new US equipment they have been receiving. So because of this Sergei was alone on guard duty tonight the nearest friendly soul was at least a good 50 meters away. Sergei knew that if he were the one to get attacked he would not stand a chance and he knew that the others knew that too. If he were to get attacked he would have to trip the alarm next to him to alert the others and then he was pretty much written off from there. They couldn’t get any reinforcements or any real supplies with those new anti-air missiles those fuckers have been given so all Sergei had on him at the time was a PKM with only 300 rounds of ammunition including the box he had loaded now, a Makarov PM with just 4 clips including the one in the gun, 2 RGD-5 hand grenades, 3 RGD-2 smoke grenades, and his machete. "Черт, это чертовски пустыня ,и я замораживании мои шары с здесь .",(Damn, this is the fucking desert and I’m freezing my balls off out here.), Sergei mumbled while shivering slightly. He was not one to get cold easily being Russian and all but with the hot days of the desert being a high contrast to the cold nights in the desert he wasn’t used to it being so cold in the desert. His fatigues did little to stop the cold air from brushing up against him but the tactical vest did manage to help keep some warmth from escaping. Sergei was not a big man but he wasn’t small enough to fit in one of those T-72s. He was about 2 meters tall with a light brown hair and blue eyes. He had a rather pale complexion until he was sent to Afghanistan, but now he had a slight tan color to him. With the training he has had to do and the constant skirmishes with the mujaheddin he was pretty fit at least enough to keep from slowing down and getting shot and killed. Sergei was startled by a noise from his left and he scanned the area, at first he didn’t see or hear anything so after another 5 minutes of scanning the area he let his guard down as he thought it could have just been some stray dog one of his idiot comrades brought back or something. 'I swear if those idiots bring back anymore strays we will lose the rest of our rations to those damn mutts', Sergei thought. He was brought out of his musings when he saw a flash of light inside of the base. He didn’t hear any gunshot so he didn’t think anyone fired a gun so he decided to go and check it out. The flash came from the other side of the mess hall. He approached cautiously and when he reached the corner dropped down onto one knee as quietly as he could. He peaked around the corner slowly and saw….. Absolutely nothing. 'That’s weird I could of sworn I saw a light coming from over here, huh I must be imagining thi-' he was suddenly ripped from his thoughts when a flash of light blinded him. "Дерьмо!!!!",(Shit!!!!), Sergei yelled to himself. He suddenly felt as if someone was dragging him and then felt nothing. He felt as if he were floating but not like in water but floating as if he were in space. His sight had not come back yet so all he could see was white all around him still. He was floating around for what felt like hours. "Итак, это то, что смерть да. Я думал, что я был бы немного более болезненным, или, по крайней мере, насыщенный событиями, а не просто плавающие вокруг в этом пустом пространстве." (So, this is what death is huh. I thought I would be a little more painful or at least eventful instead of just floating around in this empty space.), Sergei said to no one in particular before he chuckled to himself. After what felt like hours of just aimless floating he felt like he was being dragged again. But unlike the first time which was a more gentle drag this one was more like him being tied to a car and being dragged down the street at 30 KPH. Then for some reason he started spin while being dragged. 'Of fuck I’m going to puke', thought Sergei. But just before the nausea made him throw up the contents of his stomach he was what he felt like thrown into the ground. Hard. He groaned in pain as he lay there in the dirt while a nice gentle breeze blew over him and birds chirped in the background. 'Wait dirt, birds, I was in the desert there shouldn’t be any dirt or birds in an empty desert, well except for vultures but these don’t sound like vultures.' Sergei thought to himself. Sergei got up after that thought and scanned his surroundings. He was in a forest of some kind with some tall trees and some weird looking plant life. He could see the vibrant colors of the forest and could tell this place is just teeming with life. Well the fact he heard a wolf howl off in the distant helped him to that conclusion also. 'Well at least it’s not the desert anymore, I fucking hate that place.', He thought to himself. 'Well since I am most likely dead from what I saw, I must be in some kind of afterlife place.', Sergei took another moment to scan his surroundings, 'Well at least I’m not in hell, It sure doesn’t look like hell so that’s a plus.' Sergei then patted himself down to see if he had anything with him or not. He realized everything he had on his person was with him, his grenades, his ammo, his sidearm, his machete, and even his LMG. 'Thank god that I had the strap around me I don’t like being helpless especially in an unknown area. Even if this is heaven I still would like to have some kind of protection but I could just be being paranoid. Fucking Brezhnev and that stupid war of his.' Sergei ranted in his own mind. While Sergei was ranting on in his own mind he didn’t notice the pack of wolves that lurked in the shadows and preceded to surround our good comrade. These wolves have never seen anything like Sergei in their entire existence but that won’t stop them from making a meal of the clueless Russian. Or so they thought. When the pack emerged from the forest surrounding Sergei he finally snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the beasts in front of him. "Какого хрена, эти волки сделаны из дерева?",(What the fuck, are these wolves made of wood?), Sergei thought aloud. While he was talking the wolf in front of him decided to attack. He pounced on our comrade but even though these wolves looked different and where apparently made of wood they still acted like wolves and Sergei knew how to deal with wolves. Being taught by his father when hunting he knew what wolves would do and so thinking that these are just like the wolves back home he brought out his machete and ducked under the first wolf leaping at him and then he immediately spun around and drove his machete into the head of the second wolf who tried to pounce on him from behind and tear into his neck. This shocked the lower wolves of the pack but it only made the alpha pissed. The alpha looked to the remaining 4 wolves of his pack and nodded to them. The looked to the alpha and nodded back. The remaining wolves then did something Sergei was not ready for. They started to glow a sickly green color and then started to break apart and float piece by piece into each other. It took a second for Sergei to comprehend what was happening but then decided that whatever was happening he was not ready for and decided to hightail it out of there. He ran for what felt like hours before he finally stopped. "Какие …. Черт .... Был …. Что?",(What …. The ….. Fuck …. Was …. That?), Sergei gasped. He leaned against a tree to catch his breath and then decided to check if he had dropped any of his gear. He left out a sigh of relief when he realized he had dropped nothing. He scanned his surroundings to see if there were any more surprises waiting for him and when he decided that all was clear he walked down a path he had found while running away from the weird mutant wood wolves. He was finally starting to relax when suddenly a loud roar from behind him scared the shit out of him, (almost literally). He turned around to find a giant lion, scorpion, hybrid thing that had fucking wings stare him down menacingly. "Трахни меня.",(Fuck Me.), Sergei said before the beast pounced.
Ch 2 Escape and First ContactAuthor's Note Here it is my second chapter. I hope you enjoy it. Not as much Russian as in the first chapter but there is still some. Again I apologize if my Russian isn't perfect and I tried my best to give the English translations. I hope you enjoy and have a wonderful day. Peace Ch 2 Escape and First Contact The beast pounced but Sergei fell down on his butt before the monster could swipe his head clean off his shoulders. ‘Fuck that was close!’ Sergei thought Sergei was scooting back as fast as he could to put some distance between him and the monster, however just when he was about to get up and run he was tackled to the ground by the beast. The monster had one of his paws pinning down his left shoulder and one of the beast’s claws was digging into his shoulder. Sergei let out a scream that was deafening to anyone nearby and startled the beast enough for Sergei to scramble out of there. He ran as fast as he could with blood seeping out of the one hole in his shoulder. Our comrade tried to reach up with his right arm but found he couldn’t move his arm at all. He looked to see that when he fell he had dislocated his right shoulder. "Черт, что, черт возьми, это чудовище? Бли, что чуть не оторвал мне руку, и теперь я не могу даже снимать эту чертову причину моего плеча. Блядь!!!" ,(Damn, what the hell is that monster? Damn thing nearly tore my arm off and now I can’t even shoot the damn thing cause of my shoulder. Fuck!!!), Sergei said He spotted a cave up ahead and decided to lay low in there while he tries to put his shoulder back into place so he can defend himself from the monstrosity. He leaned up on the cave wall a little ways away from the entrance as to not give his pursuer a good view of him. He waited for what felt like hours but was only a couple of seconds in reality to see whether or not the monster was still chasing him. When he thought he was safe he decided to try reset his shoulder. He quickly realized that there was no way he was going to be able to reset his shoulder without help, at least not anyway he knew how. ‘Damn I’m stuck In this cave with an immobile arm and a fucking freak of nature out there trying to eat me for dinner.’ Sergei thought to himself, ‘Well I guess I stand corrected this place might just be hell.' Since he can’t move his right arm he made a make shift sling for it by using the strap to his PKM to help him from damaging his shoulder anymore. His left shoulder was on fire and still leaking blood and staining his black fatigues. He sighed in relief that he was still alive and that he got away from that beast with one of the most girly screams ever. He was not proud but he was glad he was alive all the same. That was until he heard a growl come from the mouth of the cave. His blood ran cold as soon as he heard the menacing growl. He turned to the source to see the monster from before with its lion’s body, scorpion tail, and weird leathery wings. ‘Shit!!! It must of follow my blood trail and my scent!’ Sergei thought. Not wanting to die Sergei patted himself down to try and find something useful, forgetting where everything was on his person for a moment while he kept his gaze on the beast in front of him, all the while the monster crept up slowly with a smirk that just looked as if he has finally cornered his meal for the night, however what the monster doesn’t know is that our comrade here has an ace up his sleeve. Sergei finally found what he thought was a frag grenade. He pulled the grenade off his vest so that the pin was still attached to the vest and shoved the grenade into the open maw of the beast. The beast instinctively closed his mouth upon having the grenade shoved in but Sergei managed to get his left hand out before the beast could bite off his hand. Sergei then instantly got to a crouch and rolled on his left shoulder out of the way and laid flat on the ground. He counted off the seconds in his head but he didn’t hear the bang that was supposed to happen, instead he heard what he thought was a muffled pop and turned back to see what had happened. When he looked back he saw smoke pour from the creatures mouth and nose before the creature in a panic ran away from the cave as fast as it could. Perplexed Sergei looked down to his vest to see that in his mad rush he accidentally grabbed one of his smoke grenades instead of a frag grenade. Then when the reality struck him like any sane man he laughed so hard he sounded like he should be institutionalized. "Вау…. Что…. Был…. Везучий",(Wow…. That…. Was…. Lucky), Sergei said between laughs. When he finally calmed down he looked to his surroundings and saw that it was just starting to become daybreak. He could hear a river off in the distance and decided to head in that direction to try and get some water and maybe clean out his wounds. As he walked he noticed that even though the sun is out this forest seems creepy as hell. He took note of that he saw no animals on his travels probably scared of him and all the noise he was making with his gear clanking all around. He didn’t mind though he was losing way to much blood to care about the noise he was making. He had hoped that after he gets to the river he might be able to follow it to a nearby town or something but he had to get there first. After another 10 minutes of walking he finally reached the river. When he finally laid eyes upon it he collapsed from exhaustion. He painstakingly crawled over to the river on his hands and knees and slurped up as much water as he could. When he finally had his fill he sat back on his heels and inspected his left shoulder or more importantly the hole in his left shoulder. He saw it was still leaking but wasn’t as bad as he thought. The wound only went in about 2 cm and it had missed any veins and arteries in his shoulder. ‘Man am I lucky that whole thing could have been a lot worse’ Sergei thought The beaten soviet fell back onto his butt and let out a sigh. He couldn’t do anything to his left shoulder at the moment because of his right arm in this makeshift sling, immobile. After relaxing for a couple more minutes Sergei got up on shaky feet and proceeded to follow the river south. After an hour of walking (with many breaks in between to catch his breath) he saw a small homely cottage with what he thought might be a tree growing on top of it. Наконец укрытие, некоторые, где я могу отдохнуть и, возможно, найти кого-то, чтобы помочь мне или отвезти меня в больницу",(Finally shelter, some where I can rest and maybe find someone to help me or take me to a hospital) Sergei said to himself. He walked up to the door and proceeded to knock with his left arm. He could only knock twice before his arm hurt too much and had to put it down and lean against the house for support to keep himself from falling. “Hello, who’s there” came back a very small and timid voice. ‘English go figure, well at least my grandfather taught me enough to get by’ Sergei thought. “Yes, hello, I need help, shoulders are hurt badly, can barely stand.” Sergei said in a heavy accent with hints of pain laced through. *Gasp* the door opens so fast that Sergei has to keep himself from getting in hit in the face and getting knocked out. “Dear Celestia, you sound hurt here let …. me ….help ….you.” said a buttercream colored pony with a soft pink mane whose voice started to trail off at the end. Sergei’s and the Pony’s eyes widen at the sight of each other and then due to the blood loss and the shock of seeing a talking pony he finally loses consciousness and fall down face first with a loud Thump. “Oh my usually I’m the one to faint in these situations.” The pony said before it chuckled nervously.
Ch 3 He Needs HelpAuthor's Note Hello here is the third chapter of Our Little Comrade. No Russian here this time, so I can't accidentally offend anyone this chapter. I hope. Anyway constructive criticism is appreciated as it can only help me in the long run. I hope you have a wonderful day and enjoy the story. Peace Ch 3 He Needs Help Fluttershy woke up today feeling great. She was ready for whatever the day was going to throw at her at least she hoped she was ready. She got up out of bed and went down stairs to make angel bunny his meal for breakfast. “So my little angel bunny what do you want for breakfast?” she said in a babyish voice Angel for his part glared at her for her voice and then proceeded to pull out a book opened up to a page with a very complicated looking salad as a picture and proceeded to point at it while thumping his foot down and giving her that same glare. “Really? You want that salad again? But you know how hard it was for me to get the cherry on top last time don’t you?” she asked angel. If anything his glare got even worse and then proceeded to poke the picture with his little arm repeatedly until Fluttershy finally sighed and took the book away from the little rascal. “Fine, Fine, I will make you that salad but I will have to feed the others first and then have to go into town to pick up the supplies so you’ll just have to wait mister.” Fluttershy said with a hint of annoyance at the end of it. Angel was tempted to go into a tantrum but the look he got from Fluttershy stopped him dead in his tracks. So instead he gulped nervously and nodded. “Good, now would you be a dear and wake up the others while I get breakfast prepared?” Angel gave a cute little *Hmph* and hopped off to wake the others while Fluttershy proceeded to make breakfast for the others. She finally finished with making breakfast for all the animals around noon. She wiped the sweat off her forehead with a foreleg just before Mr. Bear could pick her up and give her a bear hug to show her his thanks. “Your welcome Mr. Bear, now go run off and have some fun I still got to go to town and get the ingredients to make Angel Bunny’s breakfast” Fluttershy looked at the clock “ Or should I say lunch” Fluttershy giggled. Mr. Bear gave a growl in reply and left through the back door. Just a Fluttershy was finishing cleaning the dishes, she heard a knock at the front door. ‘I wonder who that could be’ she thought. She went to the window out front to see if she could see anypony out front but didn’t see anything let alone anypony. She still felt like she should respond to see if maybe she just can’t see them behind the door. “Hello, Who’s there?” she said After a couple of seconds a voice with a heavy accent and some pain answered back. “Yes, hello, I need help, shoulders are hurt badly, can barely stand.” Fluttershy gasped, this stallion from how deep his voice was, sounded hurt. She immediately swung the door open and began to say. “Dear Celestia, you sound hurt here let …. me ….help ….you.” before she trailed off when she got a good look at him. He was a tall bipedal creature, at least 6ft tall, with a light brown mane and small blue eyes. He was wearing some weird looking black clothing that covered the rest of him but what she noticed was the blood oozing out of his left shoulder and his right foreleg?, was in a make shift sling using the strap of his club like thing. She then proceeded to look back at his eyes and they just like hers were wide with astonishment. He then proceeded to faint and fall face first right into her doorway. Fluttershy chuckled nervously and said, “Oh my usually I’m the one to faint in these situations.” She decided that since it was him that was talking through the door that at least he is sentient and not just some wounded animal that would attack her as soon as he got up, so she decided to bring him in and patch him up the best she could and then go and find Twilight to see what she should do. She put him on the couch downstairs while she shooed her animal friends away from him.She tried to take off his clothing to get a better look at his injures but with her hooves and teeth, (and lack of knowledge on how to take off his tactical vest) she decided to just rip open the cloth of his shirt to get to the wound. She ripped it then proceeded to examine finding that the wound only went about ¾ of an inch deep but she could see the sweat and grime sitting in the wound. She needed to get some disinfectant to make sure he doesn’t get an infection. She went upstairs to get her first aid kitin the bathroom. She came back down to see Angel Bunny standing on him and repeated jumping up and down on the man’s chest while he himself had a pained grimace on his face. Fluttershy rushed over and picked up Angel Bunny and set him on the floor. “Angel that is not the way to treat an injured guest in our home. I expected more from you, can’t you see how much pain he is in?” she scolded the little bunny. For his part Angel’s ears folded down as he looked down to the ground in shame. Fluttershy’s expression lightened and rubbed the bunny atop his head with the back of her hoof. “It’s ok Angel, I forgive you, just be more thoughtful next time ok.” The rabbit nodded and hopped off to the kitchen while Fluttershy walked up to the man and proceeded to open up the first aid kit. She took out a little rag damp with water and clean out the dirt and grime as best as she could. She then took out the disinfectant and proceeded to shake the spray bottle as inscribed on the bottle. “This may sting a little bit ok, I’m sorry.” She whispered in the unconscious man’s ear. She proceeded to spray into the open wound and she could hear the man hiss in pain. “Shhhhh, it’s ok, you’re going to be fine.” She whispered in his ear. The man seemed to visibly relax after that statement . After she had applied the disinfectant, she then applied gauze into the open wound to stop the bleeding and wrapped his shoulder in bandages to keep the gauze in place. She then noticed that his right shoulder is set oddly compared to how his left shoulder is and it seemed to be out of place. She knew nothing about his anatomy or even that of a minotaur which he sort of resembles but she could tell something was wrong with that shoulder but there was nothing she could do without the risk of hurting him. She watched him for a couple of more minutes to make sure he wouldn’t wake up so suddenly but then decided she should go and get Twilight to see if she knows anything about this creature and see if she can help him. She got up and went to the door, she opened it but before she walked out she checked to make sure that he was still sleeping. “Don’t worry I’ll be back with help and get you the proper care you need, I promise.” She said with determination. Due to being unconscious still, the man did not reply. She closed the door behind her and rushed to Twilight’s castle. She flew past ponies left and right and didn’t even give a reply when they would wave or say hello, she had more important matter to tend to at the moment. She burst through the doors of the castle and went straight to the cutie map room to see spike lazing about in Twilight’s chair. She rushed up to spike and started to shake him asking him over and over again where Twilight was. Spike for his part gave a confused and startled yelp when Fluttershy made contact with him. He couldn’t understand a single word that was he was being told due to the fact that she was speaking to incoherently and the fact that she hadn’t stopped shaking him. Twilight came into the room and saw what was going on and raised a brow in confusion. Fluttershy didn’t hear or see her come in so when Twilight used her magic to pull her off of spike she gave a cute *eep* sound when she was brought over in front of Twilight. “Fluttershy what has gotten into you? Rushing through town like a thestral out of Tartarus, scaring everypony and then coming in and shaking spike like a madmare.” Twilight said Fluttershy gave a sheepish smile while she looked away and blushed in embarrassment. “I’m sorry Twilight but this afternoon a strange creature came up to my cottage injured and asked for help and I didn’t know what to do since I never seen anything like him ever. I brought him into my home and patched up the hole in his left shoulder the best I could but it’s not perfect and his right shoulder looks out of place too since he was carrying it in a makeshift sling.” Fluttershy said in a worried and panicked tone. She was on the verge of a panic attack until Twilight draped a wing over her withers and nuzzled her. “Hey, hey, It’s alright, you did the right thing by helping him as much as you can and then coming to me. Is he still at your cottage?” Twilight asked. Fluttershy nodded in response. “Well let’s go there and help the poor thing, besides if it is truly a creature that you don’t even know about I would love to see it firsthoof.” Twilight said “He, he is male.” Fluttershy said meekly. “Hmm? How do you know?” “Well, when he talked to me through the door he had a masculine voice and a heavy accent so that means he’s not from around here either.” “Well duh, he’s not from around here, but the fact that he talked is even more intriguing, a new sentient creature on Equis. Hmm?” Twilight said. “Well to save time by not going through town and as not to alarm the citizens of Ponyville, I’m going to teleport us to your house is that alright?” Fluttershy nodded weakly. “Ok on three…. One……Two……..THREE!” There was a loud pop and then Spike was left there standing alone on Twilight’s chair. He finally got his eyes to stop spinning from being shaken by Fluttershy. “Geez, that’s the last time I take a nap in Twilights chair.” He grumbled to no one in particular. Back at Fluttershy’s cottage there was a large flash of light and then a loud pop as the two ponies landed in Fluttershy’s living room. Twilight after regaining her since of direction looked over to Fluttershy who was still trying to get over her vertigo. She shook her head and chuckled to her friends chagrin, then scanned the room for the creature. She didn’t have to look to far because he was laying there on the couch unconscious. She was perplexed to say the least, this creature has tall and bipedal like a minotaur but he didn’t have horns or hooves like a minotaur and wasn’t built like one either. “Hmm, so is this the creature you were talking about earlier?” she asked Fluttershy. “W-What, Oh, OH! Yes that is him Twilight.” Fluttershy said after she got rid of her dizzy spells. ‘Fascinating’, Twilight thought to herself. Twilight walked up to the unconscious man and examined him further. He had a light brown short well-kept mane, no fur on his face, and was wearing some weird looking clothing on. He had a vest of some type that had a lot of pockets filled with various equipment she had no clue on. Under that he had a black shirt of some kind of material that was stained on his left side due to the injury in his shoulder. She could she what Fluttershy had said earlier about how his right shoulder looks different than his left and the detail that he was in a sling also states that’s not supposed to look like that. “I wanted to take off his clothes to see if he has any other injuries I need to be worried about but with my hooves and the fact I don’t really know how to take his clothes off stopped me from doing so.” Fluttershy said when she was next to Twilight. Twilight was startled by this because she all but forgot about Fluttershy being there, but came to her senses quickly when she got the hint Fluttershy left her. “Ok I will go ahead and use my magic to take off his clothes so that we can better assess his injuries.” Twilight said. Twilight’s horn glowed a magenta type color and in an instant his clothes were off him and neatly folded on the coffee table. Twilight looked over him carefully to make sure she didn’t make his already apparent injuries worse and then proceeded to look over the rest of him. She took notice of some scarring on his chest of what looks like multiple slash wounds and a puncture wound on his right shoulder that look to have been healed for a decent amount of time. She also saw that his right shoulder did not look right at all. She then gazed lower on his person until she got to his crotch. Her eyes immediately shot open and her pupils dilated when she realized what she saw. She immediately conjured up a towel with her magic and covered his crotch. “Well, we definite know that he is a male now.” Twilight said with a blush showing up through her fur. She turned to look at Fluttershy who had her face hidden behind her mane, but twilight could still see the huge blush on her face.
Ch 4 Since When Can Horses Talk?“Uh, my head; need to remember to never go drinking with Nikolai again.” Sergei groaned in Russian. “Oh my, you’re awake; how are you feeling?” asked a meek voice from somewhere to his immediate right in English. Sergei’s eyes immediately shot open and searched to find the voice, when he gazed at the owner of the voice Sergei noticed it was the same horse from before when he passed out; said owner let out a meager “eep” and quickly hid behind her mane. Sergei attempted to get up but immediately regretted that action if his pained hiss was any indication. When the horse heard his hiss of pain form his actions she quickly came out of her mane and rushed to his bedside to check if he was alright. Said action startled the man and he quickly fell out of the bed aggravating his injuries further. “FUCK!!!”, Sergei screamed in Russian as he tried to clutch at his right shoulder. The horse came rushing over again to try to provide aid and calm the man down. “Please sir you need to calm down or you will hurt yourself ev-“ “Don’t take one more step!!” he yelled at the horse in broken English. She being startled by his voice complied and flared her wings out in surprise. Sergei being completely taken by the fact she has wings stared at the offending appendages with mouth agape. The horse, noticing where he was staring, bashfully tucked her wings back into her sides. Noticing he was still staring she cleared her throat to try and gain his attention. Meanwhile Sergei finally started to notice her appearance, ‘Its yellow, has a pink hair color, resembles a horse, has wings, and can talk. What the fuck happened to me to get me stuck here. Am I just hallucinating in some morphine induced coma or is this real?’ Sergei thought. Seeing that she hadn’t gained his attention she cleared her throat a little louder this time. This caught Sergei’s attention as he was drawn back to the horse. “Stay away weird flying horse thing, I no want trouble!” Sergei said fearfully The ‘Weird Flying Horse Thing’ flinched at his words but let the words slide and calmly explained, “I’m a Pony not a ‘Weird Flying Horse Thing’ and my name is Fluttershy. What’s yours’?” Sergei, a bit put off by the fact that what he can now identify as a ‘Pony’ just spoke to him in perfect albeit quiet and mumbled English and asked him for his name; didn’t answer right away but after he realized she had just asked him a question he replied. “Sergei, name is Sergei.” “Well hello Sergei. It’s nice to formally meet you. Can I ask how you got hurt so badly?” Again Sergei had a lapse in thought because of the fact he is now having a conversation with a talking ‘Pony’ but after a little awkward silence and a glance at himself and his fucked up but patched up state he decided if she was kind enough to help him out the least he could do was humor her. So, he told her of his tale from the forest. He decided to leave out the whole being from what seemed a whole other planet for the sake of her and his own sanity. After about 15 mins of story telling his dislocated right shoulder started throbbing again from the loss of adrenaline running through his veins and he let out a painful hiss. She took notice to this and proceeds to rush to his side. After the pain starts to turn into dull aches takes a look at himself again with a closer look. His right shoulder is still dislocated, his left shoulder is patched up and the bleeding has stopped but there is still a hole in it. He also notices the numerous cuts and scratches on his bare skin. ‘Wait, bare skin?’ He looks to himself and sees that he has been naked this whole time and has been basically presenting himself to the pony for at least 30 mins. “Where are clothes?” He asks in a icey tone that could chill the hottest of fires. Hearing his tone she only whimpers, and hides behind her mane while she starts to tremble. Sergei seeing what he has done tones it down a bit and proceeds to ask again in a much calmer tone, “I sorry for tone but where are clothes? I need to cover self-up.” Fluttershy still a little shaken from his tone earlier only points to the night stand next to the bed where his clothes are neatly folded. Sergei takes notice and tries to get up but the pain from both of his shoulders can’t manage. He tries a few more times but after the third attempt just slumps down and puts his back against the wall with a defeated look on his face. She sees his expression and decides to help him out of pity. She walks around to the other side of the bed past Sergei to the nightstand and grabs his clothes with her mouth. She had washed them earlier but they are still scratched up and full of holes that she just can’t patch up herself. She deposits the clothes in front of Sergei who was watching her with slight curiosity the whole time and then backs up to give him some space. Sergei gives her a warm smile in thanks and scooches the clothes closer to him with his foot. He goes to try and put on his underpants and realizes he can’t because of his dislocated shoulder and his hole in the other one, both wounds practically crippling both arms. He looks to his dislocated arm and decides that he should try and put it back into place so he can gain one of his arms back. He asks her, “Could you help with right arm?”, while looking to his arm for emphasis on which one he wants help with. “Oh, yea I could try but I don’t know what I am supposed to do seeing as I know nothing of your anatomy.” She says meekly. “Is okay, I tell you what you do.” “Okay” Sergei proceeds to lie flat on his back and says, “Okay, first you grab arm away from body at 90 degree angle, then slowly but firmly pull on arm. Should fix shoulder.” She nods and is about to start to do as instructed but Sergei proceeds to stop her and ask for something to bite down on. She complies and gives him what looks like a dogs chew toy. ‘This is just fucking terrific, I feel like some god damn animal’ Sergei monologues in his head as he proceeds to glare at and eventually bite down on the degrading toy. He then nods for her to pull his shoulder back into place. She grabs his arm and proceeds to pull it, Sergei for his part is in great pain but after a little bit his shoulder is pulled back into place and the immediate pain dulls down into a slow ache. He spits the chew toy out and gives a sigh of relief, before promptly falling unconscious due to the pain and exhaustion. “Oh my, that must have taken a lot out of him but at least his shoulder looks fine now, but I really should get him back into the bed.” She then proceeds to nose under his back and then pushes far enough to get him on her shoulders. As she lifts him up she strains at his weight but it does not stop her (She wrestles bears for Christ’s sake!!) and she picks him up and then proceeds to carry him over to the bed. She sets him on the bed and then covers him up again with the blankets. “Whew, that was a doosey, but everything is alright now we just need to wait for Twilight to come back and we can get to work on fixing the rest of you up.” She says to the unresponsive Russian. Immediately after she says that knocking can be heard coming from down stairs. “Well speaking of Twilight.” The door can be heard opening up down stairs and two sets of hooves can be heard coming in. “Hey Fluttershy, I’m back and I brought Princess Celestia with me as well!” Author's Note So, what's up? Yea I haven't done much writing for this because I haven't really found any way to continue the story until now. So sorry about that. Now with life throwing me a curve ball and all I have no idea when the next update will be. (hopefully before next year this time), but don't worry this story won't die, my pride won't allow that to happen. I'll try and get the next chapter out some time next month. Hope you guys had a happy holidays and hears to an even better year. (16 days too late to say that)
