Resting in what felt like a sea of warm fabric, I yawned as my mind slowly came to. Midway through stretching, I stopped, something seemed off. My confused sleep filled mind pondered what was different.
'My bed felt too big. It felt… To… comfy…' I managed to catch myself before drifting back to sleep. 'Wait. Where am I?'

I racked my mind trying to recall the previous night's events. It was all so hazy… It was… Scary? Visions of sharp branches and bright flashes filled my mind, causing me to shiver. Curling up tight, I was finally able to remember what had happened. The storm, the panic, the scary sounds.

Thankfully, that was all over. At least, I hoped so. After reflecting on my current situation, I realized I still didn't know where I was. This wasn't the forest. The last thing I could recall during that dreadful night was running towards a light. Its soft orange glow was a comfort compared to the harsh shadows and thundering flashes that were all around me.

The silhouette of a soft figure took shape in my mind. I knew that it was what saved me. I knew that she saved me. For some reason I kept thinking back to her warm scent and how it calmed me. Her soft silk fur comforted me as her massive wings shielded me from the horrors of the outside world. Part of me was suddenly missing her.

I lay awake in my fortress of blankets and pillows. Only a trickle of light seemed to penetrate my little sanctum. With it I examined myself, well, more like just stared at my fur. It was cream-colored, just like I remembered from yesterday.

Sighing to myself, I rustled around. A strange sense of boredom was cultivating inside of me. Not fear, this place sure felt safe. Strangely the blankets had the faint scent of my savior and that too worked to calm me. Finally my boredom and curiosity got the better of me and I decided to finally venture out of my small burrow.

Like the mighty meerkat, I carefully poked my head out from under the covers and surveyed my environment. It was quiet, the room itself devoid of any obvious movement. Looking around, I couldn't help but feel that this place looked weirdly familiar. Bird houses hung from the ceiling, as the curtains fluttered and danced from the morning breeze.

Quietly, I climbed out of my nest with all the grace of a drunk dog. Legs tangled in the blankets. I immediately tumbled forwards, and crashed with a surprisingly loud thud, face first onto the wood floor.

"Crap!"

My failure echoed throughout the room, causing some of the bird cages to raddle. Chirps and panicked wing flaps could be heard as I rolled onto my back. Several birds seemed to circle around my head before I was able to shoo them away.

Feeling my muzzle with my hoof, I winced and felt myself actually teared up. 'Why am I crying? I don't feel any blood.'

Whimpering, I examined my hoof and sure enough, it was clean. My muzzle was just throbbing. 'Stop being such a baby' I berated myself, tears still streaming down my face. Carefully standing up, I rubbed my snoot and sighed.

The commotion seemed to draw the attention of more creatures as various animals began to poke their heads out from numerous nooks and spaces. The once quiet room seemed to spring to life like something out of a Disney film.

Critters of all kinds seemed to come out of nowhere. From small rabbits to otters, mice and even… A bear?! What I assumed was just a large fuzzy cushion stretched out and turned to look at me. The mighty beast yawned and tilted its head at me before giving me a little wave. I couldn't help but freeze in place as all the animals just stared at me. They seemed curious to see who I was and why I caused such a ruckus, chittering and squeaking with wonder.

Surrounded on all sides by an entire zoo, I felt their eyes watch me. Feeling a growing sense of fear and my still throbbing muzzle, I began to sob. Curling up, wishing I was back under my blankets. Cursing myself for even daring to venture out.

"Oh dear, what was that sound? I hope no creature got hurt." My ears perked up at that voice. I recognized it. That was her… That was the voice from last night!

Looking over at the door, I saw a gentle yellow pegasus. I knew her, and not just from yesterday. I knew her from somewhere else. My still scared mind struggled for a moment until I finally remembered. That's Fluttershy!

She wore a concerned look and gazed around at the creatures before finally noticing me. Her eyes widened as she let out a gasp. The next thing I knew I had a face full of yellow fur.

"You poor thing! What's the matter?" As she spoke, her wings wiped away my tears before embracing me in a full hug. I stayed silent, still processing what was going on. Tears continued to stream down my face. Her hug felt comforting and familiar. It felt safe…

For what had to be an eternity, I fully embraced Fluttershy. Logically I should have just pushed away and asked how I got here, but this small part of my mind didn't want to let her go. Burying my face into her soft fur, I slowly felt myself relax.

Embracing her, I cried. I sobbed out all the confusion and frustration that had been building up inside of me. Her hoof gently stroked the back of my head as I felt her wings envelope me. Much like she had the night before. But this time I was dry, comfortable, and safe.

Finally, I mustered up the strength to push away. "It's alright sweetie. You're safe here. No pony will hurt you." Feeling her hug loosen, I backed up a bit. Still sniffling a little, I rubbed my muzzle. It no longer hurt and I had finally stopped crying.

She was much larger than I expected. Standing at least twice my size. 'How small am I?' I thought to myself as she smiled and stood up. Walking around the crowded room, she greeted and reassured every creature that everything was alright.

"I guess since everycreature is awake, we should all have breakfast." Fluttershy spoke in her typical soft and gentle voice. Trotting over, she held out a hoof and helped me stand. She then put her hoof to my forehead.

"You're very lucky to not have gotten a fever, being out in that dreadful storm." I simply nodded, not quite sure how to talk to her. I still wasn't quite used to my voice, let alone how I should even talk to a fictional character.

"Let's get you something to eat." Following her closely, I was taken to the main room. Seeing her home from a completely different perspective was interesting. Having only ever seen her cottage on the show or in panels from the comics, to actually be here was jarring. The only way I could describe it was if you got to visit a set for a show you always watched. Only this wasn't just some soundstage; it felt lived in.

She gestured over to a large green chair and I did my best to climb onto it. My small size was already annoying me a bit. When Fluttershy noticed my struggle, I felt her push me up with her wing.

"Th-Thank you." I sheepishly said. Fluttershy smiled in response. "I hope you don't mind if you wait here while I go feed the other animals first. They can get quite upset when they don't have breakfast right away."

"It's alright. I can wait." I said, speaking with more confidence this time. My voice was still something I had to get used to. With that she turned and trotted away.

The main room was well lit and comfortable. I could feel the morning air flow from the open windows and even caught a whiff of the fresh air. Looking around, I noticed a hairbrush and mirror set on the side table next to me.

"What exactly do I look like?" I couldn't help but wonder out loud. Sure, I've seen my arms, or I guess they are legs. My body itself looked pretty standard for how I pictured a three-dimensional cartoon pony would look. Looking down, I did notice my lack of a cutiemark. Guess I'd get that in time.

But what did my face look like? Leaning over to the small table, I looked down at the mirror and was shocked. I couldn't quite describe it; it was as if some part of me instantly recognized myself. Yet I know I've never seen this face before. I know I've never seen this pony before.

Her deep green eyes locked onto my own. Her mane, my mane, was orange and a bit messy. The tips fading into a reddish pink. Part of me could see how my human self had translated over to this new form, noticeably my freckles. Yet they now appeared closer to brown speckles upon my fur.

Slowly blinking, my reflection did the same. This equine doppelganger mimicked my every movement. Raising my hoof, I felt my cheek and then mane. The pony in the reflection did just the same. That's when I caught notice of something. A horn! It was just barely poking out of the mess that I called mane.

Gently, as if expecting it to somehow snap off, I carefully touched my horn. To my surprise, the horn, my horn, felt it. I could only describe it as feeling like a tooth. Hard and solid for sure, but I could feel my hoof tapping it.

The filly in my reflection appeared cross-eyed as I stared at my horn. I wonder if I can do magic? I sure hope so. Suddenly, I noticed my ears twitch as the sound of flapping grew closer.

Seeing Fluttershy float along with the grace of a butterfly caused me to simply watch in awe. Gently floating down, she placed the tray on the small table, lifted the pot with her hoof, and began to pour me a cup. It was at that moment I asked myself. 'Hooves, how do they work?'

Author's Note

Hey y'all. Sorry for the lack of updates, I've been super busy with life and work.