I couldn't tell you exaclty what a hangover felt like, only explain that it was not good. I honestly felt as though I had one. I was awake, but my eyes wouldn't open, and frankly I didn't think I was awake at all, just dead in the void. Death has always been such an influential thing in people's lives. It's what lets people with guns simply steal anything they want, and its what wars are paid in: deaths. There were always so many theories for what comes in the afterlife, or if it even existed at all. In all honesty, the idea of there being an afterlife, where a person can be judged for their actions and placed in categories of good and evil is still preposterous to me. The idea that when you die, you die is most likely the correct idea, but hey, I've been wrong before. It would explain why I was in such a haze. Although, I couldn't really understand the reason why I was hearing grunting noises. Not inappropriate ones, but the noise an animal drinking water, or eating a meal: a sigh breath of air, that kind of a grunt.

My mind was just in a haze , and luckily after hearing that much of a noise, I knew I wasn't dead, but my location was a mystery. I could, however, hear talking nearby and from the sounds of clattering lips and sprayed spittle, it was definitely horses, or well ponies, because a normal horse would definitely be bigger than me. I made that judgement based on my previous encounter.

I slowly opened my eyes to find a beautiful blue sky, full of luscious, puffy white clouds. This world definitely lacked the industrialization of mine. That, however meant that they also held much less knowledge about the world and the way it works. They didn't exploit the resources of the world and built mighty machines; why? Because as evolution dictates, they don't build what they don't need. Humanity only advances as far as we do because of our need and lust to do so. These ponies lacked all need to. That explains the logic of magic, because without it, the world would look very, very different. However, that lack of scientific exploration makes it a weakness for them. It decelerates their evolution and removes the chance of any higher-level scientific advancement, such as gene-modification, space-travel, and robotics.

The humans however, were definitely a different strain from my own. A different evolutionary path, but not in the right direction, in any beneficial aspect. They chose an endurance style build and structure over a strength-style build for the most part. The males especially, you could see the muscle, but it lacked the full mentality of strength. They appeared similar to Neanderthals, without the strength they possessed. (If you're wondering why we are weaker than our ancestors, its because along the way, we switched from a strength-style build to an endurance-style build. Neanderthals are most likely stronger and faster than almost any modern human today. For a general comparison, Neanderthals pecks on our bodies would rip our rib cages apart when we flexed with them).

I could see it in the male glaring down at me. He was defending his territory, or if you could even say it was his. For me, I couldn't care less. I grunted and slowly punched my fist onto the ground only to find the excruciating pain fizzling back into my side, shoulder, and every puncture point. I wheezed in my breaths as I found every bit of soreness meshed with toxic wounds slamming into my mind. His eyes held a tint of animalistic fury in them. They reflected a beast on the verge of an attack. He was defending his three, or maybe even four females; the last female seemed very unfeminine to my eyes. They all stared at me as a hostile enemy. A beast roaming into their territory. Either I wasn't human or they weren't.

"What do you mean he's..." I could hear a scream of spittle sound with the cut-off sentence as I slowly glared back at the glass of the huge encampment. A better picture as I slowly got up revealed that I was in a pen for humans located in a secure facility. My soreness forced me to one knee. I gasped in pain as a surge of electrical signals smacked my brain into overcharge. Adrenaline was pumping from the pain alone. The monkey grunted and began to poke me as the females looked on and nearby others began to join in a circle examining me. I was different; I was larger, by quite a few inches, eight to be exact. I was also, surprisingly, bulkier; on top of this, I had more acute, intimidating eyes. That didn't deter the animal though.

"Oh no..." another pony sounded from behind me as I could hear a door open to the environment. The human males all lined up and began a chorus of howls, grunts, growls and roars. I simply stood and took it. Then as one came closer than was necessary, I let him know that it was time to back off. Animals are intimidated by size, so I used every muscle in my body. I flexed every muscle I could, and slightly bended over. Everything burned from the ferocity I was flexing at. My size, however, looked to almost double to everything in the area. They kept coming though, although more cautiously as my muscles ripped open and my growth scars made their presence more known on my body. Three years ago, I would've been so outmatched and pathetic against these guys. But now I did something I always wanted to do. Secretly almost everyone has wanted to do it. I glared down at the humans, and with my low resonating chords, I let a bellowing roar of fury out at my own kind.

The ponies behind me flopped their ears down as I continued to use up my lungs. I let everything out and my muscles climaxed in their size and slowly after my scream subsided, the humans all backed off. Then a slight tinge of crimson escaped my mouth and my vision slightly blurred. I always pushed myself so far in physical movements and bodily activities. I fell on one knee, where I gasped for air. I didn't stretch, that was for sure. But I had got the job done, I diffused the situation, or maybe heightened it, either way, fighting was off the table.

"He's hurt," a feminine tongue sounded as hoof clacks sounded on the seemingly isolated, controlled and equated grass.

"Doctor Care," a male voice sounded, or I suppose it would be stallion, "be careful. He's extremely dangerous."

I felt a soft, yet still somehow hard, object touch my back. I tensed up as I directed one eye, shadowing the other, towards the pony who held concerned eyes. The ponies eyes burned cartoon, yet it wasn't. The clear size they held however made me wonder if they were clearly alright. It made no sense evolutionarily to have eyes so large. My mind couldn't wrap around the reason for it. Being huge didn't account for good eyesight, nor did it allow for keener perception, in fact it was usually the opposite that did, and it's one of the reasons why animals eyes are relatively small, but these eyes were huge.

I labeled it off as a need in their society; for them to be cute on the outside at least. They reminded me of my fellow countrymen actually. Everyone was so oblivious in the good ol' states. When things got worse, things got "better," it was always so fun to watch everyone argue over simple agendas like the presidency when the president was in all actuality a useless position in the government. These ponies at least knew efficiency though; dictators were always so much more efficient.

I would be labeled as a traitor, but someone like Putin running the country always sparked my interest. I'm rambling again.

Her hoof came in and happened upon a puncture, to which I winced and slowly crawled away. I was in no mood to be prodded. In fact, I was in no mood to really be living. Exploration is not fun; this new world is just as bad as the other, but instead of being on equal footing as the rest of the "intelligent" species, I'm in the undergrowth of them.

"Leave him be, the princess will be here shortly anyway." The stallion, to which I got a good look at, as he adorned a blue coat and purple mane, made more concerned gestures at the frightened, yet still vicious, counterparts of myself.

I almost felt angry, almost. That is until I could feel a presence push my hairs up. They all tickled and prickled in sensation at an approaching object, no two; make that three. It was an early sixth sense telling me of impending danger. And let's just say, I had more hair than the average person.

I could sense the three approaching into the area; it felt like the sixth sense was on overdrive though, and it frightened me. It didn't feel right, and it did make me feel inhuman.

Clacks sounded as dozens of ponies clad in golden armor entered the room. I had to snicker at the idea of using gold as armor; it was weak, cumbersome, and better used as an economic subsidy than a sheet of armor. They didn't seem to understand it though; I figured they never really got into a major war. These ponies didn't have a characteristic that made Humanity so deadly: mind geared for war. It just wasn't part of their nature, and the golden armor proved my point perfectly. They truly were "innocent," in the closest sense, but no one is truly innocent.

The ponies all bore their hatred filled eyes at me; I could see one of the unicorns with a chipped horn.

"It appears I did do a number on it." I could hear the same regal voice from the pissed off pony from before. I won't lie, my body burned, and cursed with pain. The fact I was virtually naked didn't help either.

"Your highness," the stallion, who gave the stink eye to me, bowed.

There were three above everyone else; the purple unicorn from last time, and two horned pegasi. The white, ethereal one, and then a night-bidden, starry and astronomical covered one. They were opposites in appearance it appeared: light and dark. I wondered if they had opposite personalities as well, or perhaps different abilities.

The nurse bowed as well, as the other humans simply stared, with little but animal glares. Me, well, I was scared for sure; even I had no idea what death entailed. But it would beg the question why I'm still alive.

"Sister, why have you not killed the vile beast." The starry one apparently had quite an old accent. I wondered how old these ponies were; they appeared young, but looks can be deceiving.

"He had purpose to his action Luna." The sun-encrusted one stated. "Although, he did harm some of my subjects, I heard of why he would do such a thing."

I remembered back to those two humans. A mother and her daughter being beaten; it made me mad even now. I clenched my fist, but I knew they had made it away and were safe.

Celestia

He looked hurt to say the least. I despised the beast for attacking Twilight, but I couldn't help but feel something was different about him; his eyes were more acute and intimidating. Yet, I could also see his distress. He was scared.

I hated to do this, but to test my theory, I had to see.

I looked at the three distinct ponies, the purple one slightly cowering. That's when the tallest one nodded her head, which in turn instructed two of the many guards to wrap my hands in magical chains. I tried to protest, but for protective measures, flocks of ponies held each one down while I made the chains groan in pain. I didn't like where it was going. After a minute of continued struggling though, I just couldn't keep it up. My breathing was ragged.

"We'll begin the test." I had to get out of there. As much as there was animal protection laws, tests usually never ended well for animals on Earth. The doctor-stallion, made a nod and gave a slight look of sympathy. What I saw killed me inside. Test or not, it was something I would loathe to look at forever.

Author's Note

People can be stronger than a horse. Think about that too. How? Because when you equate horsepower for a human, some can get 1 or even exceed it by quite a bit.

A pony is far weaker than a horse, so take this in mind.

Let me know if you see anything weird, as in mistakes, clarification, or anything else.

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