Dashed Into Trouble

  I looked up at the source of the voice. My eyes meet a human girl with a ponytail at the back of her head, strapped with a pink barrette. Her T-shirt is what scared me most. A picture of the cutie mark crusaders and some logo at the bottom. I look down again, a high-pitched sound barely escaping my throat. She takes a hand, grabbing mine. She manages to get me to stand up. Well played, my friend.

   She smiles, brushing back her ponytail neatly, then lets go of my hand.

"Uh, wanna go to my place?" she asked. My tail flicked, ears perking up. She giggled a bit, knowing the answer to her question. We walked across the parking lot, the invisible moon darkening the air around us. Car lights flashed ass we crossed the road, and some people fainted in their cars.

   We soon approached a nice sized house with a balcony and a set of wooden steps. She took a key out of her pocket, unlocking the door.

"Stay here, okay?" she said. I nodded silently, my teeth chattering in worry. I had no idea what was intended for me, but I stayed silent. Bats screeched, and one owl perched on my arm. I didn't really mind that it's claws kind of dug into my fur, but it looked pretty friendly.

   "Hey, you kinda look like Owlicious," I said, stroking it's feathers. It's eyes seemed to glow in the darkness, but a creaking sound scared the little thing away. I turned to the door, seeing a small human girl, maybe around the age of eight or nine, followed by that girl who brought me here. She motioned for me to come inside, so I did.

   The house was actually pretty decent. The walls were mostly white and yellow, and a couch sat next to the screen door. Another couch, a smaller size, was faced towards a T.V set with an awesome glass counter supporting it. There was nice, fuzzy carpet and a rug in the dining room, which was visible.

"Wow, nice place you got here," I mumbled, as the older girls smiled.

"Thanks. My parents wouldn't be too happy letting strangers in, but we won't tell," she said, smiling again. I smirked.

"Ooh, I like your type," I said, giggling quietly with her. A creak was heard again, as a voice followed.

"Jessica, supper's ready!" The voice called. She ran off into the dining room as I spotted the stairs, which were near the bathroom. I once again spread my wings, flying up the stairs. I reached there, three bedrooms and a bathroom filled the thing.

   I decided to check the first bedroom first. I opened the door carefully, then peaked inside. It was pretty nice, too. Not my type of bedroom style, but it's good. I sat on the bed, and yawned again. Relaxing, I lay my head on the pillow, and fell asleep.

  "Hey. Hey, you awake?" a familiar voice called. I grumbled. Without opening my eyes, I yawned again, arching my back, wings spread. I rubbed my eyes, seeing that eight-or-nine-I-don't-know girl. I nodded, stretching again.

"Ugh, now I am," I said. She grinned an opened the windows. A bright beam of light filled the room, as I looked at the sleeping girl next to me, and the younger one. I sniffed the air. Mmm.... pancakes. I wonder if I could sneak some.... maybe. Maybe now.

   I climbed down the stairs, seeing a much taller and older human in the kitchen, flipping some pancakes. I drooled over the stair rail. I felt my whole body charge up as if I was a recharged battery. I put my head in my hands again, leaning against the rail, watching the breakfast be made. I must admit, it smelled too good to resist. I wanted- no, needed some. I'm literally starving!

  "Mom, you making pancakes again?" the girl's voice from upstairs asked. Maybe I should start calling her Jessica, since I know her name now. BAH! Who cares what she makes, anyways? I'm a starving pony! Er- person, uh.... pony. I need to eat badly.

"Yes, dear. Is there something else you had in mind?" she asked. I whimpered, but covered my mouth, realizing that my sound had been too loud.

"Jess, did you hear something?" she asked. I flew up the stairs, hitting m I panted heavily, back against door.

"Oh my.... GIRLS, GET OUT OF THAT ROOM!" she yelled, her footstep noise increasing. I whimpered again, covering my mouth.

  "Y-You gotta hide me! Please!" I begged. Jessica wore a worried look as she thought quickly.

"Uh, try the.... closet? It's the best place." she said, opening the closet door, letting me lock it. I sighed at I heard the door burst open. I heard cries from their mom, who hugged them tightly. I can see through the small space between wall and closet door, so..... yeah. Deal with it.

  "A-are you two okay? I saw someone come up here. I'm so-" she was cut off by that girl.

"We're fine, mom. You must be seeing things. Did dad keep you up watching Ghost Hunters again?" the younger girls lied. Her mom blushed a bit, wearing an embarrassed smile.

"Well, actually... yes...b-but are you sure, Anne? I'm pretty sure I saw-"

"Look, maybe you need to get outside a bit. You know- shopping... or a LONG trip to the mall?" Anne asked, her mom nodding.

"Are you sure you want to stay here by yourselves? Your father's sleeping, and I don't think-"

"Just go already!"

   I emerged from the closet a few minutes after I heard the front door shut. I sat on the bed, looking at the design for a while until Anne (pronounced like 'an') interrupted my thinking.

"Are you a pony?" she asked, her eyes wide. I just nod, kicking my hooves off the edge of the bed. I really need shoes, though. My hooves are killing me!

"Why'd you come here? I though ponies live in Equestria?" Jessica asked, tilting her head.

"Well... back there is a war between Canterlot and Dragon Island. I had to leave before I was found and would be forced to fight against my will. I just didn't have the guts to do it, so my friend Twilight sent me here. Nothing really worked out since I arrived, though. And I'll be here for about a year!" I say, unfurling my wings and throwing my hands in the air. I flop onto the bed limply, as I groan.

   This is gonna be a looooong day.