"Hmph, damn featherweight." Gusty Breeze said.

"I, I just... haaaaaa... need to catch my... haaa... my breath." I wheezed. My hand made firm contact against the building's gray stone wall. A cardiologist, mine back on Earth in particular, would classify that ride as an extreme stress test. It'll take a good ten minutes for my heart to calm down. "Haaa..."

"Why in Celestia's name you're so winded is beyond me. I'm the one who was doing the flying." Gusty Breeze said. The mare tapped her finger against her chin. She gave one hell of a devilish smirk towards me, and then leaned over, showing off her cleavage. Gusty Breeze then licked her lips and puckered up.

"Oh hell no, you aren't giving me mouth-to-mouth to help me recover." I said.

"Hmm, who said anything about helping 'you' recover." Gusty Breeze said. She extended her left wing over me. The mare winked and brought me closer. She ran her right index finger down the rim of her shirt. The well-endowed mare tugged on the top open portion of her shirt while she leaned even closer to me. Gusty Breeze pressed her massive assets into my arm, and then she stepped back, after retracting her left wing, and stood up. The mare stuck her tongue out. "Just kidding, heh-heh."

"Not... haaaa... helping." I said. What is this mare's problem? First she slings me over her back and plays grab-ass half-way through the flight, and then goes into a dive and nearly kamikaze'd the ground with me on her back towards the end. "O-Ok, Ok... phew, that feels better."

The crisp air around here helps out, a lot. It's far, far better than that nasty stuff back home.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but damn it Gusty Breeze, you are fucking psychotic." I said. I popped the crick in my neck and stood straight up, facing the towering Titaness of a mare in front of me. "I mean seriously, no one in their right mind flies towards the ground at top speed then tries to pull up at the last second when they're a foot away from it. Do you have a death wish?"

"Yesh, lighten up a little, will ya. You're more stuck up than some old codger adhering to Princess Celestia's book of Celestial Minds and Souls." She said. The mare winked at me then ran her finger down the rim of her shirt, again. She smiled, "I know of a way to make it up to you, Chris. How about a free... 'peek'," Gusty Breeze pulled down even further on the rim of her open-topped shirt, "at the goods?"

Free peek, a damn free peek?!

O-Oh no, damn it my stomach feels like it's about to upend itself. I, I can't lose it.

"Hmph, talk about fucking rude, turning down a lady like me." Gusty Breeze said.

Gusty Breeze, your qualities are far from lady-like.

"Fine, if you are 'that' scared to ride me, we'll walk to the damn bar." She said. The mare pointed a finger at the end of the road, and then stretched her wings. She retracted her wings and flicked her tail at me. "Damn limp-wristed lightweight. A real stallion could ride me from Ponyville to Canterlot and back."

"I'm not a stallion. I'm a man." I said.

"You're a shrimp more like it, but that'd be insulting shrimp." Gusty Breeze said. She flicked her tail at me again, and then walked down the street. "Your choice 'little man,' keep up or get lost."

"Do I even have a choice?" I said. Gusty Breeze shrugged then folded her arms behind her head, the mare continuing to walk down the street.

When I understand how this woman thinks, I'm writing a damn book about it, for I'll have attained enlightenment at that point.

Man, it's unbelievable. The hospital is nothing more than a speck of dust in the distance. There's no way to tell how far or how fast we traveled. At this point, I'm just glad my feet are back on solid ground because that's where humans belong. If we humans were meant to fly, we'd have been born with wing, as the saying goes. Of course now that I think about it, that saying doesn't make sense in Equestria. Ponies are born with wings, so they are meant to fly.

"So, can I ask a question?" I said, having caught up and composed myself.

"..."

Gusty Breeze's toned legs moved with purpose, the mare keeping up a strong stride. Her wings twitched. She looked behind and said, "Well, to answer your question, you do look my type. Don't forget the riding crop when we go back to my place later tonight, Chris."

"W-What?" I said. Why would I bring a -- shit. I remember now, and I do NOT want to fucking know what kinky games these creatures play. I'm just going to ignore her little comment and try to keep up the pace. "No, it's about your name. Ele --"

"Shh, please don't say it. My middle name is, it's sorta special." Gusty Breeze said. Her ears lowered. "It's my stage name, the one I use when I'm competing for the Titaness cup."

"If you don't mind me asking, why are you so embarrassed about it?" I said. There is something off about Gusty Breeze. It's hard to tell if she's giving me the silent treatment. Not to mention, her stride isn't the same when we first started out. Her walk is almost a saunter, a meander? Whatever a person calls it, she's slowed down, a lot. I better not pry too much. Gusty Breeze is my caretaker right now. "It's alright if you don't want to talk about it."

"M-Maybe, maybe I'll tell you about it one day." Gusty Breeze said. She shoved her hands into her pockets. It's not too hard to keep up the pace at this rate. "For right now, please don't call me by my stage name, alright?"

"Alright." I said.

We all have our secrets to keep, and I'm not one to go prying into the lives of others.

Huh, now that I'm not screaming in fear of my life, I can say this place doesn't look half bad. "Ponyville" is a little on the quaint side. Except... wow, the artist who designed that crystal tree castle needs their artistic license revoked. That thing sticks out like a sore thumb. It looks ugly as sin, too. Meh, who am I to judge the decor around this place.

It looks like Gusty Breeze was right. We were pretty close to the bar. She didn't mention this place being straight out of a western, and there's the tumbleweed, right on cue. Hell, even the doors squeak. I hope we don't get shot.

At least the inside looks nice. The one good thing about this saloon is the fact they have some ceiling fans. The weather outside isn't horrible, but it's definitely warm.

"Hey, you know the rules. No minors in here." The mare behind the bar said.

"Naw, it's all good, Tap. He's the human I told you about." Gusty Breeze said.

"And here I thought you were just screwing with me, Gusty Breeze." Tap said. She tapped a finger against her chin, her eyes lighting up. At least, from what I could see while squinting at her. "Damn girl, you know what? That human of yours just won me ten bits. Yo," the mare behind the counter extended her right wing and pointed the tip of it at a nearby stallion, "Mug, pay up! Mama needs some new earrings."

"There's no need ta shout, woman. Ah can hear ya, and here's those damn bits Ah owe ya. Swear, the last thing Ah need nor want is ya houndin' me to the ends of Equestria for ten bits, tellin' every pony alive Ah never make good on a wager." The stallion said. Wasn't sure before, but now I am. That stallion not only has a horn, he caused it to light up and flew ten coins towards the mare. I better get used to all this weird shit. I'm in it for one long ass haul. "So you're a human, eh? Well, ya ain't ta look at, also cost me ten bits, but who in Tartarus am Ah ta pass judgment on another. Tap'll bright with ya'll."

Shit, the food in here does smells good. It makes me thankful to be out of that hospital. No matter what world you're in, hospital food will make a person wish their taste-buds didn't exist. Yuck!

"Well now, aren't you interesting." Tap said.

"Uhh, thanks. I'm Chris, nice to meet you." I said.

"Ha, aren't you the polite little thing." Tap said. Her eyes are definitely focused on a bunch of creatures in the corners. It hard to see without my glasses, and this squinting is starting to hurt my eyes. Those ponies in the corner look like a mix of stallions and mares. "Don't pay any attention to them, hun. They'll be out of here in two seconds if they don't settle the FUCK DOWN!"

"We're just having fun Tap, honest." One stallion said. The dude looks ripped. There's also that chain wrapped around his vest. He looks straight out of a biker gang, talk about cliche. "We just --"

"Hey featherbrain, see that wall over there," Tap pointed her wing at the boarded up wall near the swinging doors, "you don't knock it the fuck off you'll be going through it in the next five damn seconds." She said. The group quieted down. I am in some next-level, fucked up shit right now. Huh, why did Tap just rub my head? "Don't you go worrying Chris, a polite thing like you won't get kicked out. Now this here ornery mare beside you, she's definitely the type to get kicked out."

"Hey, that asshole started it. Besides, I paid for the damages." Gusty Breeze said. She scowled at Tap, and then snickered. "It's good to see you holding your own, weight-mate."

"Same, weight-mate." Tap said. I guess they can use their wings like an extra set of hands. They gave each other high-fives, or would it be wing-fives? "Chris, I want you to keep an extra special eye on this here mare. She's my weight mate and the last thing I want is to see anything happen to her. I'm still aiming for that title, and I want to win it, fair and square."

"Ha! Let's see, I'll give you another... four years before I call it quits." Gusty Breeze said. She gave a quick fist bump to Tap. "Anyways Tap, we're starving. Think you can get us a triple order of supreme nachos, six beers, and a soda?"

Tap gave a quick nod.

I curled my finger at Gusty Breeze. She leaned in close. "Damn it, I told you that I don't drink. Why did you order six damn beers?!"

"Duh, I know you don't drink. That's why I ordered you a soda and six beers for me." Gusty Breeze said.

With my back pressed against this chair, the more I look at this room -- the more I look at the patrons -- I'm a child among giants in this world. These creatures are easily seven feet tall, some closer to nine. It's hard to go off of just my height since I'm five-foot, six-inches tall, five-eight if I'm lucky.

"Six beers, huh?" I said.

"Don't give me that look, I'm on vacation and these bits of mine are hard-earned, buddy. Besides, it's not like I'm an alcoholic. Berry Punch now, that's a mare with a problem." Gusty Breeze said. She leaned forward and tapped the large round wooden table with her right index finger. "Get this Chris, at the Grand Galloping Gala last year, that mare downed three damned kegs of booze the size of this table. After she slugged down those three kegs, the damn mare strolled, acting like it was nothing. Between you and me, that mare ain't mortal."

It's hard to believe time has crawled onward towards ten in the morning, if I'm reading that clock right. I'm starting to get hungry.

"Damn it Gusty Breeze, you don't need to go flaunting those things around. Get those knockers of yours off the table." Tap said. Gusty Breeze smirked. She leaned back. Tap rolled her eyes. "Anyways, here are the drinks. I'll be right back with the food."

"And you're sure you don't have a drinking problem?" I said.

"I only ordered six. That's keeping it light for me." Gusty Breeze said.

"Look, when you said six, I thought maybe six bottles or maybe even six mugs. I didn't think you ordered six pitchers!" I said. I took a quick sip of my soda. "Do what you want, I'm not going to harsh my host and caretaker."

"Damn straight you aren't!" Gusty Breeze said. I can't believe it. She lifted up a pitcher and chugged it like a veteran frat boy..., and there goes the second one. "Oh ya, Mug & Tap's famous supreme nachos. These things are the best."

"They look a hell of a lot better than the shit in my world. Most places used this artificially process garbage that would -- never mind." I said. Oh sweet fucking hell, yes! This is the good stuff. The cheese is made from honest to goodness cow's milk. It even has cheese made with good goat's milk, too. Awesome, they even have some sliced peppers that look like jalapenos. "What? Don't like peppers?"

"I'm not really into hot stuff." Gusty Breeze said.

"Hmph, and you have the guts to call me a limp-wristed lightweight." I said. The peppers definitely tingle the tongue, but it's the good kind of tingle. These peppers don't make your tongue want to fly out of your mouth and bathe in a vat of ice cream. "Bah, they're tame compared to some of the peppers from my world. There were peppers in my world that would roast your tongue so badly it'd turn into a piece of charcoal."

We glared at each other, and then laughed.

"You know what, I have a feeling we're going to get along just fine, 'Mister' Chris." Gusty Breeze smiled.

"You got that right." I smiled.

It will take time to get used to this world, but I do have to say it is rather nice. Mug and Tap's bar isn't bad either. Each time I've looked at the clock since we've gotten here, time has moved forward at a consistent pace. It's not so quickly or so slowly it's made me hate the moment. Right now is one of the rare great moments a person should cherish with friend and/or family alike. Of course, these moments don't last too long, just like these nachos disappearing. Still, the food was good while it lasted.

Damn, three hours has gone by already. It looks like it's going on one o'clock.

"Hey, want to see a trick?" Gusty Breeze leaned in close.

"Gusty Breeze, I hope that isn't the booze talking. You're supposed to be my caretaker, remember?" I said. She just pushed the pitchers and the plate aside. "What are you planning? Don't tell me you're going to do something weird... or raunchy."

"That depends upon your view point, heh heh." Gusty Breeze said. She stood up and placed her hands on her hips. The mare flicked her tail a couple of times. "Yo, who wants to play a game? If you manage to land a bit in my cleavage and it sticks, ya get a kiss. Land five bits in a row, ya get some tongue and a special prize."

"I'll take a piece of that action!" one pony said.

"Now this sounds positively interesting." A mare said.

"Hey, whoa, time out. Ground rule about that little game everypony. Ya'll get one go with a limit of five bits, got it." Tap said. She rolled her eyes. The mare waved at me, and then curled her finger in my direction. I better sneak away while I have a chance. "Listen, it's wise if you sit near me during Gusty Breeze's little game. My weight-mate can get a little wild she's on the inebriated side."

"Isn't she in danger?" I said.

"Gusty 'E' Breeze, in danger?" Tap said. A semi-quiet snicker erupted from her. I've got a feeling this isn't the first time Gusty Breeze has pulled this stunt. "You're dead serious worrying about her, aren't you? That's too cute, but hasn't that mare told you anything?"

I shook my head.

"Oh ho ho, this is going to be good. Well, you see, " Tap leaned in an whispered into my ear, "Gusty Breeze...."

I could feel my eyes widening, my face heating up. Tap just keeps going on and on, it doesn't stop. H-How, how is Gusty 'E' Breeze, how is that damn mare still a virgin?! The way she behaves, it makes no sense for her to be a virgin. Oh jeez, she gets her rocks off with this cleavage game, nabbing some extra coin in the process.

"N-No way," I shivered.

"Oh yes way, Chris." Tap said. She pointed at the wall. "I razz her about it, but Gusty Breeze made that hole in the wall after somepony tried to get a little too frisky with her one night. They got off light with a few broken bones."

"God no, I was in the hospital and saw a stallion with some broken bones roll past the door to my room one time." I said.

"Did he have a dark green colored mane?" Tap said.

"Y-Yes, I think he did." I said. This is chilling. "I thought I heard one of those attendants say he was chucking boulders, and that's how he got those broken bones. Wait a minute, that damn son of a... he must have meant 'boulders' like Gusty Breeze's tits and left out the part about getting frisky with her."

"Ha! That sounds like Nimbus. He's always spinning a tale or two." Tap said.

This is passed chilling and firm into the realm of outright terror. I'm beyond being scared and aroused. I cannot -- Gusty Breeze can bench press how much with her damn wings?!

"Tap, I think I know why it's a good thing I don't 'bed' Gusty Breeze. She'd rip my dick off." I said. I covered my mouth. "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to phrase it like that, Tap."

"Ha ha-ha, oh my gosh, it hurts to laugh. Alright, alright, being serious though, you're not too far off the mark. Gusty Breeze probably would rip it off and mount it to her wall like a trophy, if you got a little too frisky with her at least." Tap said. She patted me on the back. The mare who stood off to my left side shielded the two of us with her extended left wing. Tap leaned in and whispered, "Listen Chris, I want you to take a good long look at Gusty Breeze. You see that smile of hers? To many of us, it's beyond special. Gusty 'E' Breeze is -- hmm."

"Hmm, what?" I said.

"Nothing, just thinking of an old saying. Anyways, I think it's wise to put a stop to Gusty Breeze's antics. If all those ponies catch on, they'll be angrier than Gusty Breeze when she finds out a bar ran out of her favorite beer." Tap said. She stepped forward, and then stopped. The mare turned her head. I gulped. Tap stepped back towards me. She flashed a wicked smile. "I think time you need to have some fun, Chris."

"W-What do you mean?" I said.

I listened to Tap while coin after coin bounced off Gusty Breeze's luxurious assets.

"Got it?" Tap said. I nodded at her. "Yo Gusty, we got a challenger. He's right over here at the bar. Let's see if this here human can hit that sweet spot."

"Fuck yea! I was waiting for him to grow a bigger pair. These pussies couldn't land a coin in Ghastly Gorge if they were standing two small steps away from it." Gusty Breeze said.

God, I cannot believe I let Tap talk me into this shit. There's no turning back now Chris, no pressure, heh. Just remember you're dealing with creatures that can snap your neck like a chicken if they get pissed at you, so no big deal. Heh heh, eh....

Okay, you. Have. Got this Chris, no problem. It's no problem. Remember what Tap said and stick to the plan.

"I do not mean to brag or boast, but there's one thing you should know about humans. We have a lot of talent when it comes to our hands." I said. Alright, just walk up to Gusty Breeze and do as Tap said. "And now, for the perfect trick of the day. I'll make these five bits disappear from sight."

Here's my second stress test of the day. Time to make five gold coins vanish... into an anthropomorphic woman's cleavage. God, this feels so wrong and so right. If I ever tried this back home, I'd be in jail faster than the ink could dry on the paperwork.

Alright, I just need to rest my arm on Gusty Breeze's left shoulder, rest my head on her right shoulder, and... tada, right into the cleavage. Wow, you could hide an air-craft carrier in that void. Heh, Tap did tell me "Busty" here "games" the system to her favor.

"Hey, that's cheating." A mare said.

"My apologies ma'am, but if I remember right, Gusty Breeze never specified how to land the coins in her cleavage. She just said you had to land them, right?" I said. Gusty Breeze blushed.

"Hmph, there goes my chances of getting a kiss." A stallion said.

"Well played human, well played. Look me up sometime you're in Canterlot. The name's Spire, 'Miss' Spire." The mare said, the one who accused me of cheating. She stood up. "If you will excuse me, I need to catch the train to Canterlot."

The bar quieted down, being almost silent, while Gusty Breeze fished several coins from her shirt.

Gusty Breeze snickered as she produced a small cloth sack.

"Ahem," Tap opened her hand, "the meal and drinks?"

"Right, ten bits." Gusty Breeze said.

"Listen weight-mate, I think you two should head on out. The crowd is gonna get a little rough in the next thirty minutes. We'll be hosting the Living Skeletons metal band, and you know how messed up those partiers can get." Tap said.

Gusty Breeze stopped. Tap's outstretched hand reflected off her eyes. Gusty Breeze shook her head, and then hugged Tap. The bartender mare hugged her weight-mate in return. Both mares let go and stepped back. My caretaker took out fifteen gold coins from the sack then tossed it towards Tap.

"That'll cover the damages for tonight if I have to knock some skulls." Gusty Breeze said.

"Heh, we'll just tell those foals Gusty Breeze will pay a visit if they don't chill." Tap said. She bumped fists with Gusty Breeze. "Chris, remember what I told you."

"What did she tell you?" Gusty Breeze said.

"She just gave me some friendly advice, that's all." I said.

Gusty Breeze waved towards Tap, and then the two of us walked outside.

"Hmm, and now for your reward, 'partner.'" Gusty Breeze pulled me into a semi-dark alley. The mare sat me down on a bale of hay. Her hand went between my legs and pressed on the nay beneath me. She leaned in, closer and closer. She stopped. "Chris, I 'owe' you a special reward. After all, you did land five bits in my cleavage, heh heh. Now, I'm not taking no for an answer."

Up close, Gusty Breeze's beautiful eyes are like he dark-blue hair, scintillating; the mare's eyes look beyond what's in front of her. They're looking beyond me. Is... is this what love feels like?

"Are you sure that's not the booze talking, Gusty Breeze?" I said. She shook her head in a calm manner. I-I want, I want this so badly I can't stand it, but I don't want to kiss an inebriated person. Nor do I want to make out with one. That's wrong. "Are you positive, Gusty Breeze?"

"I'm sure Chris. Being one-hundred percent serious right now, if you are afraid I promise I won't force you." Gusty Breeze said. She pulled back, but I placed my hand on her back. "You want that kiss, don't you."

"I want it, with every fiber of my being I want it. What I also want is for it to be the 'right' kiss, and the 'right' time. Understand?" I said. The mare's dark-blue hair covered my right hand that rested on her back.

"That's admirable." Gusty Breeze leaned in closer. I closed my eyes as she puckered up. She's coming closer. I just felt my other hand being grasped. The mare is raising my hand up. This is an awesome FUCKING day. I'm gonna, I'm gonna -- what's happening. She's pulling back. Why are her cheeks puffing up. Oh, shit! "..."

I leapt off the hay-bale. Gusty Breeze slammed her hands onto the hay-bale. The mare dropped to her knees, hunched over with her cheeks puffed out. She ain't fighting it.

And there it goes, Niagra fucking falls. Yuck!

"As Doctor Transfusion would say, 'that's positively charming, love.'" I said.

"S-Shut it, Chris." Gusty Breeze said.

Yup, six "pitchers" of beer, alright. I'll never understand why she had to chug it vs. sipping it. Not to mention, it'll be hard to trust Gusty Breeze after this stunt. She lied to me. I hate people that lie to me.

"T-Think, oh sweet Celestia... do you think you can pull the wagon over there with me in it?" Gusty Breeze said.

"I doubt I'm that strong, but we'll see." I said.

"I'm in no shape to fly, so you'll have to do it, Chris. I'll point you towards a house. Keep the bumps to a minimum." Gusty Greeze said.

Great, my first real day in this perverted hellhole and this 'caretaker' of mine is inebriated as shit, and then -- well, less bitching more walking. I better get going before the sun goes down.

*** *** ***

"It-It's up ahead." Gusty Breeze said. Her hand shook before it fell down. It took a solid hour to haul this lard-ass of a mare towards this house. I'm betting all that fat isn't in her tits but her head. "Just, just be polite."

"Hello, is anyone there? We could use some assistance." I said.

"May I help you?" A voice said. The door opened. "Mr. Chris?"

"Doctor Transfusion?" I said. I planted a firm hand on my face. "Let me guess, drunken beauty back there sent me for 'your' help, huh?"

"I don't understand, love." Doctor Transfusion said. She stood straight up and looked behind me. The mare took her glasses off, her hand making firm contact with her forehead. She sighed, and then put her glasses back on. "For Celestia's sake Gusty 'E' Breeze," Doctor Transfusion walked to the cart, "again? Mr. Chris, did she consume eight or nine beers this time?"

"Nine beers?!" I said. I took a deep breath. "Sorry, Gusty Breeze consumed six beers. I'm concern she might have alcohol poisoning."

Doctor Transfusion sighed. Without breaking a sweat, she slung Gusty Breeze over her shoulder.

"Why the unusual look, Mister Chris? I'm sorry, you must not have known I'm the previous Equestrian Titaness and Gusty Breeze inherited the title from me four years ago." Doctor Transfusion said. The doc, she's a damn Titaness holder? You know what, I'm not about to question a damn thing at this point. "We'll bring her inside and let her rest. I also need to ask, did she eat anything with her beers?"

"Y- Yes, we shared some nachos at Mug and Tap's bar." I said.

Man, this place is weird. It's like an awesome rustic cabin. The entrance leads into a medium-sized sitting room with two stairs on both sides.

"Bar food, how positively charming." Doctor Transfusion said. Up the stairs, third room on the right, it looks like a guest bedroom in here. It's a decent sized room, too. Wow, the doc is prepared. She had a medical bag in the closet, ready to go. "Don't worry, Gusty Breeze will be alright. Her breathing is stable, her pulse normal. Also, from what you told me and I can ascertain, she consumed the lion's share of your food. Not to mention, keeping this between you and me Mr. Chris, the beverages at Mug and Tap's establishment are known to be a little 'watered down,' as some would say. The final thing to know about your 'drunken beauty,' her liver is as healthy as any mare out there in Equestria, and she has a considerable tolerance for alcohol. Those things being beside the point, the poor thing will have a monstrous hangover in the morning."

"Thank you for the help. It's appreciated." I said.

"You're welcome. Gusty Breeze is a dear, dear friend of mine." Doctor Transfusion said. She guided me out of the bedroom and down the stairs. "Here, why don't we sit in my personal study. We can talk about your day."

W-Wow, I can't believe I missed it. Doctor Transfusion is wearing a silk robe. Her body is barely contained beyond the shiny, silky smooth clothing. Her nipples are poking against the cloth.

"You're going to make me blush, love." Doctor Transfusion said.

"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. I'm still getting used to your world." I said.

"Please, don't hang your head. It concerns me when a patient... I mean, when somepony hangs their head near me. I find it rather disconcerting, believing they are hurting on the inside." Doctor Transfusion said. She led me down the stairs. We entered the first room on the right, near the entrance. "You should be mindful though, some mares are rather defensive. I'm sure the same goes for the opposite sex in your world."

"I tended to, umm, avoid eye-contact in my world, especially when I was younger. I only made eye contact unless it was necessary. I'm older now, but there were times when people made me feel uncomfortable." I said. I sat down on the dark-red sofa. "There's also the fact it unnerved me to talk to the opposite sex; the truth, no matter what I di there were times it felt like I was never being respectful. They gave me the impression I was only being a perverted, undressing them with my eyes. I never knew what to do."

"I'd pour you a drink, Mr. Chris, but you don't like the taste of alcohol, if I remember correctly." Doctor Transfusion said.

My sense of time is way, way off. The clock on the wall says it's already four o'clock. Through the small window, I can see the sun. Not to mention, its already starting to set in the distance.

"Now I assure you, Gusty Breeze will be fine. She's a young, stouthearted mare, her health in peak condition." Doctor Transfusion said. She walked behind the bar. "By the way, welcome to the home I inherited from my mother and father, Celestia rest their souls."

"I'm sorry for your loss." I said.

"They were good parents. Not to mention they were good doctors, too. Both of them treated me with kindness and care, the same they'd give to any of their patients." Doctor Transfusion said. She pulled a small bottle from behind the bar. The mare added two shots from the green bottle, and then one shot from the red. She sipped on her drink, and then sat down in the intricately designed chair near the lamp and bookcase. "Now, I can give you a place to stay tonight, but what are you going to do tomorrow?"

That's one hard question. I can't keep asking Doctor Transfusion for handouts. She helped me with the clothes and asked Gusty Breeze to serve as my caretaker. With Gusty Breeze out of commission for the night, I can't ask her about my options. It feels like I'm back to square one. What would be nice is if I could pay Doctor Transfusion to stay here at her house. This place looks big enough, but I doubt she's taking occupants. Damn it, what do I do?

Man, the light from that lamp accentuates the doc's figure. She is beautiful, not to mention one of a kind. I better not gawk at her, that's rude. Though I do wonder, what is that book she's reading? What the hell am I thinking, I can't read their language for shit.

"Do you mind fixing a drink for a lady?" Doctor Transfusion said.

"For a lady, not a problem." I smiled.

"For a lady, not a problem." I said. I took her glass. There's an odor to it. Doctor Transfusion's perfume is gone, must have taken a shower. The drink... wait, I remember, from this morning. Gusty Breeze said Doctor Transfusion liked green sour apple lipstick. Think Chris, think, you know how to cook. There's a Whiskey Sour drink. Is there an Apple Whiskey Sour? "Are you drinking an 'Apple' Whiskey Sour."

"Rather astute Mister Chris, it is an Apple Whiskey Sour." Doctor Transfusion said. I'm no bartender, but I do know how to cook. It's what I get for starting when I was ten years old, fixing those boiled eggs for mom's lunch. "I take it straight, not shaken, if you please."

"I'm more at home cooking with alcohol vs. bartending, so I hope the drink is to your liking." I said. Let me see here, I think she used two shots bourbon whiskey, three shots apple cider, one shot of liquor, a dash of bitters, and there we go, done. "Here you go, Doctor Transfusion."

"A true lady knows how to sip her drink, how to savor the taste of her drink. A pony, mare or stallion, should not 'chug' their drink like some ridiculous college initiation stunt." Doctor Transfusion said. The drink neared her lips. She placed it on the table beside her. "It's rather heavy on the bitters, however it is still a good drink."

"Thanks, my first time." I said.

The time just ticks on like there's no tomorrow. I didn't even realize how dark the room got. This is a new world. I guess the sun starts setting at five to six o'clock.

"There are three more bedrooms upstairs, the master bedroom being my room downstairs. I'll show you to one of the room and let you get some shuteye. The nurses informed me you were up half the night, tossing and turning." Doctor Transfusion said.

"T-Thanks for letting me stay the night." I said.

"You get some rest, Mr. Chris. Do not think about finding a place to stay tonight. We will discuss those options in the morning." Doctor Transfusion said. She stood up and stretched her tail. "We'll give you a room opposite of Gusty Breeze. I do not want her waking up in the middle of the night and getting frisky."

"Did that happen to you?" I stopped.

"You have the most imaginative mind... but yes, Gusty Breeze stayed the night once, and we will leave it at that, love." Doctor Transfusion said. I followed her up the left stairs. "Here, this room has a plush bed with a bathroom off to the side. The ceiling fan is pull chain controlled. Would you like it on high, medium, or low?"

"Medium, please." I said. I turned. I face Doctor Transfusion. I extended my right hand and smiled. "Thank you so much for everything you have done. It means a lot to me."

"You are welcome, Mr. Chris." Doctor Transfusion stepped forward. She hugged me. I hugged her back. "Now, you need to get some sleep."

"I promise." I said.

The door closed, this room is pretty quiet. It'd be nice if I could read some of these books, but Doctor Transfusion is right, I need to get some sleep.

Here's to the end of my first real day in Equestria. I hope I can survive the days that come.

Author's Note

Phew, man I'm glad this chapter is done.

It just kept growing and growing, growing to the point it blew by the 4k mark. I hope you all like it.

If there are issues with spacing between sentences, give me a heads up. I'm working with an online word program to check grammar and such while working with Microsoft Word as the main program. The two don't get along, and there are unfortunate inconsistencies that seem to bleed through from time to time.

Anyways, I hope you like the new chapter. With this release, I hope to be back on schedule for Saturday releases, but they might go into Sunday due to editing. As always, I'm open to feedback, so any constructive criticisms are more than welcome.