HumanPOV

My eyes fluttered open before my eyes widened upon seeing the muzzle of what I recognized as a Grizzly Bear… before I realized two strange things… it was walking on its hind paws as ably as any human… and it was carrying me.

My name…. is Wes Campbell. Though at the moment, most of what I'm feeling is a dull, burning ache on top of lots and lots of confusion. My gaze very, very slowly slid down before noticing clean gauze bandages and the scent of rubbing alcohol. My head turned slightly to spot the pair from earlier, only exacerbating my confusion as I noticed the avian wings upon the creamy butter skinned? Furred? I can't tell at the moment, only that she is most certainly female…. with light rose colored hair.

My gaze slid cautiously to the alabaster skinned/furred woman, noticing her deep indigo hair. My gaze slid to the large fish which floated in a pale cornflower blue aura of ghostly light.

FluttershyFPoV

I took a soft breath, my feet brushing through the leaves upon the ground. I had used the leaves of Arctium lappa layered with the lightly crushed leaves of Plantago major with a bit of heated water with Symphytum officinale steamed in the water and soaked.

My ears twitched upon hearing a sharp, tightly controlled breath of pain though I doubted the stallion realized that the sound escaped him. His breathing eased, as if he were controlling his breathing, I noticed. My primary feathers twitched at a breeze as it blew through the pathway. His wounds, save for a few deeper cuts which would take a bit more healing, were mostly scrapes. The deeper cuts I covered with clean gauze.

I am sure Twilight would be interested in him, as would Barbara. I know that mares are able to employ magic to grow marecocks, and whilst they are satisfying… it is as if something is not quite… right. The birth rate, if a mare attempts to have children in such a manner, tends, if done bimonthly, may take roughly a year and a half to two years to take root. Of course, most mares with child, if they are working mares, do receive a stipend from the Princesses.

I turned my head as Rarity sighed softly. "How do you think the girls will react to him? I mean, we didn't… ahem… relieve him and his clothes are saturated. I think the best thing we can do is get him to our home as quickly as possible, though I wouldn't be surprised if Pinkie and, probably, Barbara would be quickest to notice his presence," she commented.

I tilted my head. "Most likely. Dragonesses tend to have keener senses regarding pheromones, and Pinkie… well… is Pinkie," I giggled, though I guessed he was being as still as possible in Harry's arms under the assumption he was dangerous… which was true… as he could be quite dangerous.

"Though once we get him home… I'm sure he wouldn't mind a nice hot bubble bath and a good meal. Though I do hope he's conscious by then," Rarity commented.

"You do know I can walk, don't you? I'll likely be wobbly… but I do know how to walk without falling on my face faster than a wet fart," he deadpanned. I saw Rarity jump at his voice, making me giggle as I nodded as Harry let him down. He stood slowly, wincing. I was mildly surprised when he patted Harry's shoulder.

"Most of the time, someone would be scared out of their mind at being this close to this particular species of bear… which looks eerily similar to the American Grizzly Bear which is known on the adult female grizzlies weigh around 130–180 kilograms or 290–400 pounds, while adult males weigh on average 180–360 kilograms or 400–790 pounds. Though there have been males as large as 1500 to 1600 pounds. Hard to believe that, at birth, they barely weigh more than a pound…. which I didn't weigh much more than that myself… being born three and a half months early," he sighed with a small shake of his head.

My eyebrows rose in interest, though I noticed that though his strides were far too controlled to be casual. "So you were born at six and a half months?" I murmured shyly.

"Five and a half, as the gestational period for humans is generally nine months," he deadpanned with a cocked eyebrow.

My eyebrows shot up. "For ponies, it's ten months. I assume that they're live births?" I murmur shyly.

"Aye. Although… however your friend did… whatever she did… to get me out of that bush…. we aren't able to do that on Earth," he commented.

"That was little more than a levitation spell, darling. It is one of the most commonly used and one, may I say, I am talented in," Rarity commented nonchalantly.

I heard him hum as his gaze shifted, scanning around. "These forests make me think of the forests in Canada… or the Rocky Mountains," he commented before my gaze shifted back forward along the path before I cringed upon seeing that a thick tree had crushed roughly half of my old cottage.

"Items, homes… they can be replaced. You cannot be, mon amour," I heard his voice say softly. I shivered at his tone, as the last two words seemed to have been purred, though I don't think he realizes that fact. I did see Rarity shiver at his low voice as it did sound like a tone that was better suited for the bedroom. And his accent… oooh…. I shiver.

I notice Rarity watching me with a small playful smirk. I notice him staring at the cottage before he looks away before, within minutes, we are out of the Everfree Forest.

Fortunately for us, not many mares nor dragonesses are out and about. It doesn't take us long to reach our shared home. Admittedly, it took around eighteen hundred bits to add the expansion and additional land, which is roughly the equivalent of a month and a half of stipend coin.

I jump slightly as Rarity speaks, drawing me from my thoughts.

"Would you like some tea after your bath? Or do you not need assistance?" she comments.

He tilted his head. "Lilac and orange, if possible, light on the honey. If not that, jasmine would be nice," he said quietly. "And getting one's back completely is nigh impossible without assistance, in my experience," he said shyly. "Though why would you help bathe me? You don't know me," he commented.

I smirk a bit, touching his forearms with the tips of my fingers. "Do we need a reason to be Generous and Kind?" I murmured teasingly.

I see him roll his eyes. "Not really, I suppose… though… I do notice a bit of an itching. Hopefully there's nothing like poison ivy here… ugh… last time I got that, my eyes swelled shut," he commented dryly with a shiver.

"There is Poison Joke, but it's more of a prankster plant, really," Rarity comments.

"Forgive my skepticism if I don't believe ye, luv," he drawls. I notice his gaze sliding around as he takes in the various mannequins as well as bolts of fabric and the sewing machines as well as the completed orders.

WesCampbell - FPoV

I'm not going to comment on the ridiculous pun apparently intended upon poison oak. I let my gaze drift around casually, noticing the gradient shading of the walls from a warm lavender to a deeper purplish lavender, then to a rich bluish indigo near the floors.

Interspersed with the walls are pale grayish lavender columns with Greek architecture. I notice the warm pinkish lavender curtains and light mulberry drapes framing the arching windows. I blink as I feel Fluttershy's warm, almost hot fingers entwine with my own. My gaze shifts to hers as I feel her gently tug, guiding me to an archway before I feel an odd tingling sensation as if walking into a wall of water with a slight electrical charge.

My eyebrows rise at the sight before me.

"Well, damn," I blurted. I hear Fluttershy's soft giggle before her fingers trail up my arm before I feel her gently tug at my vest before I dipped my shoulder, letting it slip down my arm before I noticed close to a dozen leafy bandages clinging to my skin before Fluttershy gently tugged a couple off. I winced a bit before I heard water running before I noticed Fluttershy dampening a washcloth before she wiped away a greenish layer that looked almost like slightly chunky aloe vera gel. She repeated it several times as she removed more of the leafy bandages.

My gaze drifts over her body as she turns away to rinse the washcloth.

"I'll brush the more noticeable tangles and leaves out of your hair in a moment," she murmured softly. Her voice makes my ears twitch. My gaze slides around the broad room.

I notice her fiddling with a few things as I'm struck by a thought. I notice her inquisitive look, not realizing I'd spoken aloud.

"What is that? Autonomous… Meridian?" she inquires.

"Autonomous Meridian System Response… or as some call it, ASMR… or more simply… if you've ever heard a sound that produces pleasant tingle throughout your body… that sensation," I comment. "It can also manifest as an almost meditative experience, such as focusing on gentle rainfall, a gentle river's flow, or birdsong. It could even be as simple as a clock's ticking or a sewing machine's soft, rhythmic click," I said softly before I jump at a light touch on my lower back before I spotted the amethyst coiffure of the other mare. My head tilts as I notice a spray bottle in her hand as I hear the gurgling of running water before I notice the soft glow of what looks like a ruby and sapphire capped spigot as well as the scent of sea salt and sweet clover.

"Now, darling, I'm going to soak down your hair whilst Fluttershy brushes it out. Though I have to admit that I don't see how your mare would have left you in such poor condition or abused you to force you to flee until exhaustion overtook you," Rarity commented.

My eyebrows rise before dipping. "My mare? I've been single since my junior year of high school, thank you very much. And I wouldn't be a fan of abuse… had enough emotional abuse growing up… and I'm no masochist, as far as I know," I deadpan with narrowed eyes.

"You know, the mare that takes care of you," Rarity comments.

"Nope. Moved out halfway through my senior year… never had a roommate, but if I had two as cute and adorable as you… I wouldn't mind. But… I know little about… 'having a mare' as…. I've never tried pet play," I sigh, shivering slightly as I let her sit me on a chaise lounge before I hear the soft rhythmic sound of the squirt bottle.

My eyes half close before I feel the brush very carefully dragging through my hair, accompanied by soft humming before I realize it's Fluttershy's voice.

I hear the soft glug-glug of something for a few moments, but ignore it. I hear a soft scandalized voice whisper after a few moments.

"Rarity… don't," I hear Fluttershy's voice before I hear Rarity's chuckle.

"It isn't like we can bathe with him clothed. True, nopony wears much since a few centuries back, but whilst we could bathe in our clothes with him… wouldn't you want to rub him all over with our furry bodies?" the other mare murmurs teasingly.

I have to wonder if she knew my thoughts earlier, but I doubt it. My eyes slide open before I jerk in surprise… realizing both mares are bare as the day they were born. Fluttershy's nipples are a soft pinkish peach tone, whilst Rarity's are a soft dusky silvery gray. I notice that Rarity's got a pouting smile before she chuckles.

"Stand up, darling. We do need to get you out of those… pants. I will repair them later and see about making you a few other tasteful outfits," she comments.

My eyebrows rise before I stand slowly, a bit amused as she fiddles with the belt before I swipe my hand over it before the belt retracts with a soft rasping click before I tug the buckle away freely.

I see her eyebrows rise before she lightly touches the buckle. I let her take it before she sets it by the vanity nearby. I'm kinda surprised when she turns back before I feel air rush over my thighs as my hakama pants drop with a light tug. I see her eyes widen slightly before she licks her lips with a hungry look before I wince a bit as Fluttershy tugs free the gauze pads before she gasps.

Rarity's gaze shifts to her, as does mine before I notice the angry red scratches that are visibly fading. "Okay… I heal a bit faster than an average human… but that is accelerated healing I suspect the Flash would be impressed at," I deadpan.

"Who?" Fluttershy murmurs.

"Superhero. Got hit by lightning and chemicals… gained the ability to run extremely fast… though he did gain the appetite to match. Humans, on average, tend to eat around 2000 to 2500 calories per day…. Barry Allen… he had to eat around six to eight times that much, on average," I sigh. "Though depending on the media, he can run fast enough to phase through things… or time travel… or run multiple times the speed of light. The average human would, quite literally, vaporize themselves such speeds… or warp their perception of time ridiculously," I comment. I see them both shake their heads as if to ignore that little unintentional info dump, though I can't blame them for that.

I feel warm, soft fingers dragging around my sides and hips before a warm breeze follows as a soft, dual murmured "Oh, my." cuts through the silence. My eyes open in surprise at the hot, soft fingers caressing my thick, long length. My eyes dip to see Rarity with the strangest look on her face, as if she's hypnotized. I shudder as I feel Fluttershy's body pressing against my back before I hear the pitch of the flowing water shift before I shift my weight, my fingers tapping the glowing gemstones and seeing them go dim. The bubbles are maybe two inches from overflowing.

I hear them take shuddering breaths as if they realize I'd moved before they look rather embarrassed.

Author's Note

Same as before. Seven helpful comments heralds a new chapter.

And yes, I'm well aware of the cliffhanger....