Author's Note

There's multiple endings to this story, so you can chose which side you wish to go with. Also to whoever still reads my stuff, sorry for the long hiatus

The knight rises

You feel yourself slowly starting to come to... your head is pounding and feeling several sizes too big. Your breathing is heavy... raspy... and sharp. Your chest hurts, and the seat belt strapped tightly against your chest and collarbone doesn't seem to be helping.

Your eyes flicker open, the world around you is a fuzzy blur as your eyes start to adjust. You can feel your arms dangling above your head, hands resting against the roof of the vehicle you're inside of. Blood drips from your forehead straight upwards, a small puddle forming on the ceiling of the vehicle right between your hands.

Dazed and confused, you reach down with your right hand and push against the seat belt release. With an audible click, the belt releases and you find yourself crashing upwards into the roof of the vehicle, letting out a pained yelp as you land in a heap.

As your vision comes to focus, along with your other senses, you realize you're capsized in a four door pickup truck. Dozens of thoughts begin to race through your mind, but the now noticeable scent of smoke catches your immediate attention.

Turning to look towards the hood of the vehicle, your eyes go wide as you realize that the engine bay is lit aflame, smoke pouring into the vehicle cabin through the vents. “Oh shoot...” you curse as you reach for the driver door and attempt to open it.

Jerking on the handle, you find that the door refuses to open. Panic begins to overwhelm you as smoke fills the inside of the vehicle, burning the insides of your nostrils and making you cough violently. Laying on your back, you quickly boot the door window out before crawling out the exit you've made.

You let out pained groans as your palms are cut open from all the glass but don't pay it much mind as you scamper away a few dozen yards and watch the pickup truck become engulfed in flame. You blink as you look at yourself.

You can't seem to remember anything. You don't know if that was your vehicle. How you got here... where here even is. Looking around, you can't find any evidence of how exactly the vehicle became flipped, no tire marks, rutted up dirt... anything.

Blood continues to drip down your face, and now your palms too as the vehicle just continues to blaze away. With no recollection of anything, you decide it best to move on and try to find help. Reaching into your pockets, you look for ID or anything that might help you figure out who you are but find nothing.

As you continue through the forests, you find yourself being drawn in a certain direction, almost as if you know you're supposed to go there. You don't know how, but you know you're traveling in the right direction.

As you creep through the dark forest, you take note on how creepy this place is. It's... damp, cold... eerie, and unnervingly quiet. Pushing on, you make a quip about wishing you had a gun with you... or any kind of weapon really. You figure to yourself that the loose brush and twigs on the ground wouldn't make much of a weapon against a bear or other feral animal.

Pushing into a clearing, you're suddenly washed over with a basking warmth that soothes your entire body, relaxing you entirely. It's still dark, but there's a dim illumination coming from a steamy, clear pond just a few yards in front of you. A warming shiver goes down your back as the hair on your arm pricks up. Its a nice, welcoming feeling.

You twitch slightly as a gentle voice echoes out from the dense misty fog that surrounds the pond. “Do not be afraid, for you are safe here, weary traveler.”

You're left in silence and a fair bit of wonder. The voice soothes you further and you feel safe enough to call out. “W-who... who are you?” you call out, a slight pause seems to hold the entire world still.

“The better question is, who are you?” the voice asks back. You stand there for a good while, contemplating it. In truth, you have no clue. You call back and tell the voice that you don't know, and that you can't remember anything. There is another long pause before you ask again who the voice is.

“Remove your clothing and come forth. These waters shall heal your wounds,” the voice calls. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end. You can hardly even see into the mist, what if it's a trap?

You hesitate for a while longer before coming to your senses. This place is an oasis, the calming sensation it gives off... there couldn't possibly be even a hint of evil in this place. You slip off your shoes and socks, followed by your shirt and pants. At this point you notice a slight bulge in your underwear and take note that you are a man... but you don't remember if you were a man before or not.

You'd judge yourself to be roughly one hundred and eighty pounds and just an average build. Slipping off the underwear, you step towards the pond and notice it has a crystal clear shine to it. The soil beneath the water is soft like sand, not grimy. The water itself is so clean that your reflection is like looking in a mirror yet you can still see to the bottom of the pond. You have short hair, maybe an inch long but no facial hair.

“Is this... who I am?” you ask yourself before shaking off the wonder and stepping further into the water that becomes waist high. It's incredibly warm and seemingly a perfect temperature. “This... this is impossible...” you stammer as you slowly creep through the warm misty fog.

“Come closer,” the voice from before calls out. “I don't bite.” The last part is followed by a soft giggle that seems almost... playful. As you continue, you find a small round island in the middle of the pond, on it lays a figure in white silky robes.

It... it kind of looks like a dog. It has fairly long fur, four legs and a tail along with dog like features. “Do not be afraid, for I will not harm you,” the dog, you assume is a she due to her very feminine voice, tells you as she approaches the water. She moves like a goddess as she slowly steps in, her silky robes dampening in the water but staying afloat as she approaches you. Your heart skips a beat and you swallow hard as your struck in awe.

“W-who... are you?” you ask as the goddess-like robed dog that approaches. You don't even once think to ask how it is she can talk. She's obviously some kind of higher being.

She looks you over and stands to her hindlegs, now standing just shy of your chin. She takes one of your injured hands with one of her front paws and gently pours water on the wounds with the other paw. Planting a kiss on your palm, your eyes go wide as the wound simply fades away.

She proceeds to do the same with the other hand. “Are you a goddess?” you ask and she laughs heartily at this.

“Naw dude. I'm just Lassie,” she replies so casually it almost breaks the trans-like state of mind you're in. “Just hold still, and I'll make sure you're feeling ready to go in no time,” she said, the last part almost sounding like she was trying to be lewd or kinky but you paid it no mind.

“Where are we?” you ask in wonder as she moves around to your hind side and begins to trickle water down your back, massaging it soothingly with her soft paws.

“Like... here exactly? This is the pond of Eternia...” she replies. You perk a brow. You've never in all your life even heard of that. Though you don't remember much, you do know you're from Earth, but you don't exactly remember from where... if it was Russia, The United States, Canada, The United Kingdom... the list goes on. But the pond of Eternia is a place you've never heard of.

“And... which country are we in?” you ask and she laughs.

“Country? Dude, we're in the Kingdom of Equestria...” she replies, almost like you're dumb to have wondered.

“Kingdom of Equestria?” you ask, now you're positive you've never heard of that before. “Where is that?!” you ask in shock. There's a pause in which her paws stop moving.

“Uhm... here? Like... all around us? I mean, technically we're in the Everfree Forest... and this is the pond of Eternia but... it's all in Equestria bud... gosh, where'd you come from anyway?” she asks before continuing your sensational massage that moves lower down your back, making you let out a deep sigh of relief.

“I don't know. I just... woke up here,” you reply honestly.

“Woah... what were you doing before that?” she asks, moving to the base of your spine where your back connected to your hips and applying a fair bit of pressure, relieving even more pain from your body.

“I don't know... I don't even remember who I am,” you inform her. She mentions to you that must be a tough break and you nod in return. Her paws move to the sides of your hips and you feel like your going to melt as her paws sooth out all the pains down there

“Damn... you've got a nice ass,” she comments. Your brow raises and you gasp out as you ask her what she just said. “Your ass... it's nice,” she says, giving one of your cheeks a squeeze. 'Did she just... grope my ass?' You shake it off, surely this godlike being wouldn't do such a thing.

Her massage continues and you feel yourself becoming more and more at ease. Her paws work wonders on your back and you can't help but let out a soft moan of content as everything seems to feel better.

Her paws move across to the front of your hips and your eyes shoot open as she moves her paws downwards. 'She isn't really-' you cut yourself short as her paws move past your genital region, but come so dangerously close that it's enough to give you a semi.

Her paws move up and down the insides of your thighs as she leans herself into you, pressing her soft body against your back, gently placing her chin on your shoulder and exhaling. Her breath against the side of your ear, along with her tempting massage is more than enough to get your shaft rock hard, whether you want it to be or not.

Her paws move dangerously close to your shaft again and up your body, stopping at your chest as she squeezes your pecs, inhaling deeply and kissing her lips against your neck which makes your whole body go stiff.

“Well... I think you're all good,” she says, dropping to all fours and proceeding back to her little island. Turning her head to look back up over her shoulder she speaks to you in her heavenly voice. “The author put me in this story to hasten the progression, but if you want... we can just fuck like wild animals instead?” she offers. Your jaw is slacked, lips parted slightly as you take in what she just said before replying...

Ugh, no - You came here for pony porn

HELL YEAH! - Give that dog a bone!