My little Tavi

I was woken up by the sudden pain in my head. I opened my eyes and immediately closed them because it was too bright. I moaned from the pain and tried to reach where the pain was coming from with my hands out of instinct, but my hands could not move.

Then I heard a voice, the voice of a strange woman.

“Who are you?”

She asked. I was completely confused.

“Who are YOU?”

“Don’t play games with me, tricky human!”

Then I remembered. The reason why I was sleeping in a chair instead of a bed, the reason why I have a headache, the reason why I went out last night and caught cold. I opened my eyes and saw the pony over my head, her face filled with anger.

“Oh, you are awake.” I said.

“Tell me what you are up to!”

“What I am up to? What are you talking about?” I tried to stand up, but both of my hands were pinned to the ground. I turned my neck and looked. The pony had jumped on me, knocked me out of the chair onto the floor, and put all of her weight on her two front hooves, which are right on top of my wrist.Her solid hooves were hurting my waist, but she wasn’t that heavy. I will probably be able to escape and turn the situation around if I tried. But I didn’t. I stayed still and tried my best not to upset her.

“You mean the bandages? It was because you had a bleeding wound, so I wrapped it up.”

“Yeah, and?”

“And? And what?”

“Exactly, and what? What are you going to do to me once I am healthy again?”

“I dunno… ”

“You don’t know?”

“Yeah I just heard my dog barking, I went to see what was going on and found you. You were unconscious and injured, so I brought you into the house and cleaned up your wound.”

Her eyes flashed with surprise for a second, but soon it turned back cold, “I don't believe you.”

I sighed, “What do I have to do to make you believe me?”

She bit her lips and said, “Let me go.”

“Go where?”

“Out of this prison!!! I want to go!”

“But you are still injured…”

“LET ME OUT OF HERE!”

I thought about it for a second, and then I realized that I have no other choice. I can’t jail her here like an animal. She was a pony, but she was no different from any other human I had ever met. She could be hurt, she had emotions, and she could talk, which is amazing considering that we come from two completely different dimensions.

I gave in and said, “All right.”

I sat up. She was no heavier than a six year old, so it wasn’t that difficult. She looked extremely stunned, however. Maybe she thought she really pinned me to the ground.

She jumped off me and landed on my side, still alerted and ready to fight at any second. I tried to not make any sudden movements and slowly, slowly moved towards the door. I grabbed the knob and turned it clockwise, and the door opened with a quiet crack.

I paused for a second.

“What’s wrong?” She immediately asked, her body tensed up like a pressed spring.

“Nothing…” I lied. I was a bit disappointed. She was the most adorable creature I have ever seen, and I dreamed of living together with her. I wasn’t thinking about a romantic partner. I just want to have someone… some pony, to talk to. But I guess we aren’t the right one for each other, and keeping her here by force will only make things worse. I should just let go and forget about this.

I walked downstairs. She followed me carefully, looking around before she took a step forward. I waited at the bottom of the stairs for her to catch up.

“Geez, you are slower than my grandma.” I teased her.

She shot me a look that says shut up. She kept moving, and eventually she made it to the bottom of the stairs after what felt like an hour.

“Follow me, this way.” I said and walked towards the front gate. She followed with great cautious.

I reached the front door, turned the door knob and pulled it open. It was a beautiful day outside, sunny and warm. My door was facing a forest, a perfect routine for escape. I turned around and looked at her.

“Well?” I said.

She was hesitating. I could read it in her eyes.

“Is there… anything wrong?” I asked.

“No… nothing.” It looked like she made up her mind. She trotted pass me and stood at the doorsteps, facing the forest.

“I guess this is goodby… wait a second!” I said suddenly, she jumped in surprise and looked at me.

“Hold on, I will be right back.” I ran back to the kitchen, opened the fridge, grabbed a bag of sliced bread and ran back to the front door. Luckily she hadn’t run into the forest yet. She was still standing there, her body facing the forest but her head turned towards me.

I handed the bread to her, “It’s dangerous outside. Here, take this.”

“What is this?” She turned around and took a step back.

“It’s bread. Ponies eat bread… right?”

Her eyes scanned from my hair to my toes, and then her vision met mine. I knew it was not the right time, but I thought wow, her eyes are really pretty. They were huge and innocent. Her magenta iris was reflecting pretty colors. She had really long eyelashes, and they were just mind-blowing adorable.

She nodded slowly. I bend down on my knees and held out the bag. She grabbed the top of the bag with her teeth, and she looked down. I can’t see her expressions, and I couldn’t really guess what her emotion was like any more.

I held out my right hand. She stepped backwards a little bit to dodge it, but eventually she stayed still. My hand touched her mane. It was smooth and shiny like silk. I stroke her man with my fingers and grabbed her neck with my other hand. I gave her a small hug. She didn’t resist.

“Be careful out there, okay?” I said.

I felt her nodding. To be honest I don’t want to let go. The smell of rose and high class wine filled my nose, and I knew it was her scent. I don’t want to let go. I wished this moment could last forever, but I knew inside my heart that it won’t. I want to hug her for as long as I can, so I decided that I will move as soon as she makes any movements.

But she didn’t move for a very long time. I was a bit surprised… and worried.

I quickly let go and said, “Hey, you all right…?”

She didn’t answer. She seems unconscious, and I was just about to pick her up, throw her over my shoulder, and rush her to a vet. But then suddenly, I felt something dropping on the top of my feet. It was cold and it flew down the surface of my foot. It was water.

Then another drop, and another, and another.

I heard her sniffing and sobbing. The bag of sliced bread fell out of her mouth and dropped between my feet. She lowered her head even more, her tiny shoulders shaking as if she couldn’t stand the coldness of this cruel world.

I threw my arms around her neck and pulled her towards me. She rested her head on my shoulder and put her hooves around my neck as well. She was sobbing, stream of tears flowing down my neck into my shirt. I stroked her mane, comforting her, “Shhh… it’s all right now, it’s all right… I promise I will never hurt you…”

Her sob turned into a cry as she grabbed me tighter with her hooves. I didn’t know what made her cry like this, but I didn’t need to. I am a human, and she is a pony; but deep down inside, we are both the same. We are both lonely.