Of Ponies and Man

It didn't take too long for Hiro to notice something wasn't quite right. It might have been the heavy scent of hay and fur, or the odd mix of dirt and unpolished wood hitting her nose like a champion boxer, or perhaps it was the feeling of a rough carpet on her skin, maybe it was the odd lighting, but it was more than likely the group of voices chatting away above her. They sounded strange, as if she could understand, as if they were speaking some sort of mangled English. It sounded English enough, the accents, the tones, the pressure put on words, it sounded so close... but it wasn't. Crawling up and dusting off her clothes, she looked around and saw that she seemed to be in some form of storage room. There was a single mop and bucket, some boxes with... words? Those looked like scribbles, but surely they were words? Shaking her head she moved on looking at the rest of the closet, it was normal, boxes and brooms and mops and such. Inching closer to the cracked door, Hiro could hear the voices talking to each other. One even seemed to have a British accent.

"Nah wahoo so cur?" a higher voice asked, as Hiro looked through the door she saw a small yellow horse speaking to a small group of other small horses. There was an unsteady deep red on, a worried looking green unicorn, and a lovely grey one with a pink bowtie. Hiro could swear she recognized these horses from somewhere.

"Denu, kep da coset?" the grey horse said in her lovely accent. Even the words that sounded jumbled up seemed so natural in her voice. Why did it sound so odd?

"Dabout woud?" the green unicorn asked, she seemed agitated. What was she saying?

"Deal cur totes." Okay so that sounded like actual words? Deal her what? Hiro groaned as she tried to understand. "Dor cakes? Man ape cake woud?" the yellow pony continued as Hiro listened. That... man ape? Okay, that is a word! That's a word! Man ape! Okay, so... was she a man ape? Is that what they were calling her? Maybe she could talk to them?

Crawling from her spot in the closet, she moved the door ever so slightly and snuck up to the small horses. It was only now, that she was mere feet away that she noticed how small they really were. Well... small for a horse. They weren't like the ones she grew up around, they were roughly the size of a great dane, with big eyes, elaborate and bright, their fur seemed velvety despite the obvious rustic and natural smells, they were almost artificially clean, and each crease and fold of their skin and fur seemed so perfect and even. On their flanks, Hiro saw small details that seemed more coarse than the rest of the fur. Almost like it was prickly, but still soft looking. The unicorn looked up, and noticed Hiro kneeling there, her eyes glued on the flank of the yellow pony as she looked over her curiously, however, it would not seem so curious to a bystander, and instead, looked more like Hiro had plans to either eat, or attack the poor thing.

"Bon Bon!" shouted the unicorn in fear as she knocked the small yellow horse out of the way. Hiro was terrified, this little horse thing was talking and jumping, it was a little more than her senses could take. Hiro fell back towards the closet and knocked her head.

"Shit!" Hiro shouted as she jumped back up again. Time to try and gather yourself, Hiro, try to do anything to fix this.

"Waloo wa?!" the green unicorn shouted, "Say Ba! Sai use magi!" Hiro blinked. Okay... it sounded familiar enough. Try to respond.

"I- I don't want to hurt you! I'm not dangerous!" Hiro scrambled back a little bit, her hands up in the air once her back hit a wall. The unicorn gave her a look, as if slightly confused.

"Waloo sa?"

"I'm... I don't want to hurt you... I'm good! I'm friendly!" Hiro tried desperately. Maybe try saying it like them? "S-sai guten? Sai.... Sai goo?" The green unicorn cringed at the butchering of the language.

"Mbe ti spik ni us?" the grey horse began stepping up. She came close to Hiro and looked her over. Hiro was shaking lightly, her arms still up and her eyes shaking as she looked over the small horse before her. "Sai Octavia, ser here is Lyra, Bon Bon, an Berry Punch. Heno, wallo called?" Hiro began to relax, her body less tense as she looked at the kind eyes of the horse. Those... were names? Wait.... those were.... no way. Looking down to her left arm, Hiro lifted the jacket sleeve and saw her tattoo. An image of the lord of chaos himself. Above that was a tattoo that held the likeness of Octavia playing her cello. It was obvious that little Octavia had taken notice of the portrait and blushed. "Sai... sai mua?" Hiro nodded and reached out a hand slowly. This was no ordinary tiny horse... this was a pony... a cartoon pony... standing before her....

"M-my name is Hiro.... Sai Hiro..." Hiro held her hand out, and Octavia nervously looked it over and placed her hoof in the strange fleshy appendage. Octavia winced a bit as Hiro wrapped her fingers and shook her hoof, it was gentle, but it was strange. "You're so pretty in person...." Hiro let slip out, that didn't seem lost in translation as Octavia's blush painted not only her snout but also her velvety tufty ears.

"Yat donswer walloo wa?!" Lyra shouted. Hiro shook her head and thought. Well, she knew this world well, she was a fan after all. Perhaps her knowledge would help her out of this?

"I am Hiro, I'm an all knowing creature from the world known as Earth! A Human world! I come in peace, and am here to learn your ways!" Hiro puffed out her chest a bit, a smug and confident look on her face as she looked over the ponies before her. Octavia seemed to be the only one mildly impressed by her declaration (could she understand her?), the others seemed confused. Lyra walked up and gave Hiro a once over before backing up and whispering to Bon Bon. With a nod, Bon Bon galloped out of the tiny room and out into what Hiro could only assume was the open vast world of Equestria.

"Twilight willa del wit yo..." Lyra said quietly with less fear. She stilled seemed cautious, but less tense. With a sigh, Hiro sat back comfortably against the wall, looking on as the last three ponies just stared at her. If only she could speak to them.