The Equestrian Experience.

C-c-c-cold, so very very cold, you think as you move through the forest. The snow is falling in droves. Your hair has turned white as the cold weather cancels out your scalp's meager attempts to melt the snowflakes that have already settled in your hair. Your jeans below the knees are soaked through, as are your socks and sneakers and they’re starting to freeze solid. How did it come to this?

You don’t know. This doesn’t make any sense. It all started like any given Saturday night, sitting with your friends around a table drinking while you discussed the deeper meaning of modern philosophy. Ha! Who are you kidding; everything becomes deeply philosophic when you're drunk.

Ah, it had been a good night; the hangover you had proved it, but as to the problem at hand. Why the hell are you walking around in the snow, in a dark and scary forest? You had dragged yourself home to your apartment falling with a loud clatter in the hallway and getting a lecture you couldn’t decipher from your roommate. He seemed pissed, but helped you up and dropped you on your bed where you fell asleep, still wearing your clothes. When you woke up you were freezing and shaking like a newborn calf as you found yourself in the middle of this winter horror land.

Was this some kind of joke? Had your friends driven you out in the wilderness and left you here?

No, there was no road around where they could have gotten a car through, and you’re certain they wouldn’t carry you several miles just to leave you stranded.

Your jeans and hoodie are getting torn, and the cold creeping in the holes making the rest of your body as cold as your scalp and legs. “Why are there so many thorns in this shitty forest?!” You yell in a moment of self-pity. The forest does not answer your question; your voice only seems to bounce between the trees for a short while before it disappears into the darkness.

You look around, but to no avail. These trees look just like the ones you passed a few minutes ago, as did the ones you passed an hour ago. You are lost like a little child in the woods and there is nothing you can do about it.

Desperation begins set in. This is not how it's suppose to end. You are suppose to end your sabbatical, now that you've sorted out what you want to do with your life. You are written up for community college and are all set to start after the summer. You are going to study and become an engineer just like your old man. Open your own contracting business, find a cute girl and marry her, have two and a half kids and finally retire and complain about ‘how the youth of the future are a bunch of no good lazy kids’. That was what you had set your dreams on, not dying of hypothermia in the middle of nowhere. Tears run down your cheeks, as you realize that you are going to die here cold, alone and no one will ever know what happened to you.

A low growl brings you back to reality. Standing about ninety feet away from you in the shadows of the night, a pair of yellow orbs is looking straight at you. This is where you regret that the last movie you saw was “The Grey” with Liam Neeson. Okay take it easy. What did Liam do? How did he get out of this? WHAT AM I THINKING THEY FUCKING KILLED HIM!!!The thoughts race through your head as the orbs move closer and closer.

When it’s about sixty feet from you, you can finally see the owner of these empty pits of horror as it leaves the shadows and enters the moon light. Yep, your luck hasn't changed. It's a wolf. Now remember what the guy on Animal Planet said. “Wolves would never attack a human being,” it’s properly just come to say hello and welcome you to its forest. You think, as it moves closer.

“Who’s a good wolf?” You ask trying to let it know that you are not afraid of it. “Yes you are, yes you are. You’re such a good wolf. You won’t eat me! No you won’t. Cause you’re a good wolf. You won’t eat a skinny bean pole like me would you?”

The wolf only moves closer; apparently it’s not susceptible to flattery or baby talk.

You look down and see the tip of a stick penetrating the flat surface of the snowy ground. You slowly bend down and pick it up and try a new tactic.

“Look boy! See the stick you want the stick?!” You shout as if it was a small playful puppy you had in front of you and not the hound of the Baskerville’s huge, hungry and psychotic big brother. “Go boy! Go get the stick!” You say, as you throw the stick out to your left.

The wolf follows the stick with its eyes until it knows what the flying object is. Its eyes return to you and it continues its advance.

“Bad wolf!” you yell at the top of your voice, trying to make it sound deeper and more imposing. “Bad wolf get out of here or I’ll beat the living day lights out of you!” You start waving your arms and make Neanderthal noises.

The wolf stops and you breathe a sigh of relief it worked!

Then it opens its maw so you can see its sharp teeth. Its tongue is running over its teeth and lips and you can see it crouching preparing for charge.

“Fuck Animal Planet!!” You scream as it charges at you. You instinctively raise you left arm to defend yourself, the wolf jaws snap shut around your left forearm, you hear and feel the bones break, as its momentum throws both of you to the ground. You roll around in the snow throwing your arm up as you battle for supremacy. For you, it’s the most single terrifying experience in your life, for the wolf, it’s Saturday.

You finally stop rolling around as the battle continues. The wolf is on top still concentrating on your forearm. It chews, tugs and shakes its head. Every time it does so the bones in your arm become more and more fractured. Its claws are constantly going at your face and chest, leaving gashes, and you feel the cold sensation of your blood being cooled by the icy temperature. Your right hand strikes the wolf repeatedly on the head, in the chest and anywhere else you can hit it in your desperate attempt to fend it off. In the middle of the chaos you have a moment of clarity. Every time your hand connects with the wolf it sounds like you are striking a wooden beam. It feels like it doesn't have fur or muscle tissue; almost as if it were made out of solid wood. It’s clear that you don’t have a chance to fend it off like this. Your right arm stretches out and your hand taps the ground looking for something, anything to use as a weapon.

Sensing that it has done enough damage to your left forearm the wooden wolf releases it. It can sense its victim's fear, its powerlessness and its vulnerability. All it has to do is give the final bite to the throat and dinner is served. It opens its jaws wide and goes in for the kill.

At the same time your hand finally taps something useful in the snow. From its shape you’re guessing that it’s a rock. You grab it in your hand and swing at the wolf.

Finally the gods, whoever they are, shows you some mercy. As your arm swings in at the wolf in a large arc, the wolf raises its head, positioning it perfectly for the strike. The rock in your fist connects with the side of the wolf’s head. The shock that its prey suddenly strikes back with force startles the wolf, and it jumps off you and pulls back.

You get up on your knees. The adrenaline is pumping through every vein of your body as you crawl as fast as you can on your knees away from the wooden predator. You cough, the increased rate of your respiration has left your throat as dry as the air you breathe. You move slowly even for a crawl, leaving a trail of red snow behind you.

You look back to see if the wolf has given up. Oh God make it give up, but when you look over your shoulder you can see the two glowing eyes following you. Clever boy, you think in a bad Australian accent as you lock eyes with it. What am I doing? There is a hungry wolf just waiting to eat me and I make bad movie quotes?

Even though you hate to admit it, it is clever. The beast must know how badly wounded you are. It also knows that you could, in theory, hurt it with the stone you have in your right hand. So now it waits for blood loss to take its toll. When it’s convinced that you can’t fight back. It’ll come in and gorge itself.

As you continue to crawl onward, the blood on your face begins to mix with your tears. The endorphins and adrenaline are starting to thin out in your bloodstream and the full pain of the experience you been through is starting to creep up on you. The cold weather still keeps the pain to a minimum, but neither you nor your body is in doubt that you are hurt, and every time you look behind you, you see the two yellow orbs following you.

That fucking Animal Planet comes creeping back to your mind as well. The wolf will probably start by tearing your abdomen open to get at your intestines. No idea why large predators do that, but you’ve seen enough nature films from the Serengeti and Yellowstone to know that’s how they begin. You are caught between a rock and a hard place. If that fucker back there follows the normal procedures you actually wish to die before he starts. BUT I DON’T WANT TO DIE!!

The image of the wolf eating you while you’re still alive is brought to a halt when you bump into a hard surface. A huge slab of rock towers at least 12 feet over you in a 90 degree angle from the ground. You stop crying and start laughing. Even now the gods, whoever they are, are pissing you in your face, now you can’t even try to crawl to safety. You slowly turn around and sit down with your back to the rock. You look out over the snow covered ground, the bushes and the two yellow glowing orbs, that have stopped about 40 feet from you.

You suddenly feel a calm you’ve have never know before in your life. If you are going to die then you could have done worse. A short series of images runs through your head of you dying as an old man alone and weak in some godforsaken old people’s home. Now you get to die fighting a huge fucking wooden monster wolf to a standstill. You throw the rock in your hand as hard as you can into the snow covered woods. It lands a couple of feet from you and you see the two eyes in the dark start to advance. Everything is going so slow. It actually gives you some time to think.

Come on you stupid mutt can’t you move faster? I can see you running at what I’m guessing is your all out sprint, but can’t you move faster? Why are you so slo-… what’s that on the ground? Oh it’s a stick would you look at that, and a nice straight one too. Isn’t that nice? Reminds me of the one time my big sister took me to a ring jousting tournament when I was eight. That was a lovely day. I never tried it before, but I ended up as number 9 in the children’s competition. There were only twenty or so competitors, but still I beat my sister, my only victory over her throughout my entire childhood. I wonder if I still got the touch. Oh there’s the ring and up we go.

The stick, that you picked up with your right hand, during your reminiscing, goes up and enters the wolf’s left eye as it jumps at you, to finally get its dinner. It gives a mixture of a roar and a howl and finally gives up and runs away, one eye less than when it started the hunt earlier this evening. You are now completely alone in the woods, even the wolf has left you.

Oh well he’ll probably be back, that little rascal, you think as the blood loss finally reaches the point where you start speaking and thinking incoherently. Let’s give him some music for his dinner, and with that thought you start to sing the song you remember from those long road trips with your family when you went on vacation.

You don’t know if you are singing it correctly, but Mick and Keith will properly forgive you when you meet them in heaven, or hell, or wherever you’ll be going.

“OH MY GOODNESS! Are you all right?!” A voice that sounds like its coming really far away makes you stop your singing.

You look up and can see a blurry mass about six feet from you. The only two things you can make out of the blur are what seem to be a lantern and a package of groceries.

“Is that you Mr. Tumnus?” You ask with no more than a whisper before you fall into the consuming darkness bellow you.

****

Mumbling voices penetrate the darkness pulling you up to the surface of the dark ocean you lay dormant in. When you opened your eyes you are met by a thick white fog. You can still hear voices and they are becoming clearer, there was also a ticking that repeated itself like the tic-tac of a watch.

“Oh… Twilight do you think he is going to make it?” A gentle female voice asks. You know that voice, it’s the same voice that you heard in the forest before you fainted.

“I don’t know Fluttershy, it’s lost a lot of blood and it had hypothermia even before I got here,” the other voice says. That must be Twilight, it sounded like a girl to.

“Him,” Fluttershy points out.

“What?” Twilight, apparently caught off guard, by Fluttershy’s remark asks.

“He’s male,” Fluttershy points out matter-of-factly.

“Oh okay… wait how do you know that?!” Twilight is sounding almost shocked at the information she had just been given.

“Well… um… you see… I had to get him out of those wet and frozen clothes!” She starts the sentence off slow, like an old ford model T, but the last part of the sentence she accelerated like she was a drag racer.

“Oh of course, sorry Fluttershy I didn’t mean to sound like I was accusing you of anything,” Twilight says apologetically.

“Um… that’s quite alright Twilight, I know you didn’t mean anything,” Fluttershy says meekly. “Do you know what kind of animal he is Twilight? I’ve never seen a creature like him before,” Fluttershy asks, apparently wanting to move the conversation into less dangerous territory.

“Well I don’t know for certain,” Twilight answers, a pause maybe indicating her mind going deep in thought. “His front hooves looks like the appendages that monkeys have, I believe they are called hands,” you hear the sound of cloth being lifted. “But his back hooves should also look like hands so he can’t be a monkey.”

“Do you think he maybe could be related to a swan?” Fluttershy’s question surprises both you and Twilight if the long pause is any-ting to go by.

“Really… a swan? What gave you that idea?” You can hear the faint sound of a writing instrument being scratched along paper.

“I-I know he’s not a bird, but when I found him he was singing,” Fluttershy says sounding more and more unsure of herself.

“He was singing?” Twilight sounded perplexed and there were no more a sounds of scribbling.

“Oh yes Twilight he was singing, not very loud, but in his condition I would’ve been surprised if he could,” with a short pause, Fluttershy voice suddenly gets a hint of sadness. “The only other animal I’ve seen that sings when they’re near death are swans.” She sniffles.

Apparently it had been a very sad experience for her. You heard some small sobs that could only come from Fluttershy.

Fluttershy and Twilight? Am I in some sort of hippie commune? You think, your mind wandering. Wait, does that mean that the wooden wolf is their organically grown guard dog?

You are brought back from you mental wanderings about organically grown guard dogs by the sound of heavy boot walking across the floor.

That must be Twilight. Those are some heavy boots she’s wearing, well it is winter so that makes sense. That’s quite a few steps she’s taking, she must be taking some very small steps, it sound like she take two steps for each step a normal person would take. Could she be a midget? So I’m in a Hippie commune where there is at least one midget.

You stop trying to reason with what you hear for a while. Without your sight, the room and the two women in it, are left completely to your imagination, and you don’t want that to run rampant right now.

“Don’t worry Fluttershy, he’s not a swan and he’s not going to die.” Twilight says in a motherly tone, you guess that she is hugging Fluttershy.

...aw that's sweet.

“I know Twilight,” Fluttershy is clearly feeling better. “And thank you for bringing all your medical equipment from the library.”

“Not a problem Fluttershy, but I have a question,” Twilight returns to her normal tone of voice. “Why didn’t you bring him to the vet or the hospital?”

“Well Dr. Cardio said that the hospital only took care of ponies, and Vet Mane Goodall is so busy, so I thought it was better to take care of him myself,” Fluttershy, sounds like she easily could turn back to her sadder self.

“Okay, you stay here and take care of him,” you can hear Twilight begin to move towards you by the sound of her steps. “I’ll go to the hospital and get one of the doctors and a nurse to make a house call. I’ll drop by Vet Goodall to.”

“You can do that?” Fluttershy sounded like Twilight has just offered her a slice of the moon.

“Well I rarely use it, but there are a few perks in being the personal student of Princess Celestia,” she said, sounding a little smug about it.

A thought suddenly enters your mind. If they have a hospital, why then is it only for ponies? And a Princess? Is this maybe some sort of cult?

As you think this the fog finally lifts. You are lying on some sort of table looking directly into a lamp that is hanging from the ceiling. You can’t move; must be the blood loss they talked about.

“That’s good.” Fluttershy sounds relived. ”I’ll stay here and who knows, when you come back maybe he’ll talk.”

“So you talked with him?” Twilight said. “So what kind of sounds did it made? Like a dog? A monkey?"

“Oh no, Twilight he speaks Equine,” Fluttershy is sounding proud on your behalf.

There was a long silence then Twilight speaks.

She sounds like she's going to jump through the ceiling. “EQUINE? ARE YOU SERIOUS?!”

You can hear her take a few steps back and then you feel something bump into the table you are laying on, she must have bumped into it while she was railing from the shock. The bump makes your head turn to the side the girls are standing. Well at least I’ll see the midget, you think as your head turns.

There is however no midget when your head is done turning on its own accord. In front of you stand two horses! No, a unicorn and a pegasus! No, a purple unicorn and a grey gold pegasus that talk and are supplying you with medical attention! Your heart starts to beat like a drum, or it would, if there was enough blood to facilitate it. The bips in the background becomes faster, but more irregular, getting closer to just one bip. Your right arm begins to move; reaching for the two horses.

“Oh no, his heart rate is accelerating, his body can't handle it!” the unicorn who must be Twilight almost screams. She quickly turns to the pegasus that must be Fluttershy. ”Quick try to calm him down I’ll ready a sleep spell.”

Twilight’s horn begins to glow with a purple aura as Fluttershy gallops over to you. She grabs your hand in her hoof, and starts to stroke your hair.

“There, there,” she talked like a mother trying to calm a child.

Before you can give her any answer, a purple aura lays itself over your eyes. You once again sink below the surface in the great dark sea of your own unconsciousness.

****

The next time you leave the darkness there is a new voice in the room other than Twilight and Fluttershy. It’s a male voice, and you feel your right arm being lifted, and your wrist is being held. You try to open your eyes, but they won’t budge.

“Well his blood pressure is stable again the IV fluids have started to work,” the new voice, this one male, put your arm down on the table again. ”He has a tangible pulse now and he has started to get a little color in his skin.”

“So he’ll make it Dr. Cardio?” Fluttershy asks, sounding nervous.

“It’s too early to say. If he was a pony I would have been able to give him a blood transfusion. However he’s not a pony, he’s a… a… well I don’t know what he is, but since he’s not a pony I can only give him IVs with saltwater and hope that his body will do the rest.” You hear a tiny sound, almost like the sound of small bells tinkling.

Suddenly it feels like someone is puts a warm washcloth on you, it’s like its covering your entire body, moving over the areas that you hurt during your fight.

“Well the stitching of the wounds seems to be holding, and all the splinters seem to have been removed. I’ll say that he has a fighting chance. That reminds me, Miss Fluttershy you need to apply this to his wounds twice a day.” You hear the sound of glass tapping against glass before he continues.

”Remember twice a day, no more, no less. I’ll send Nurse Redheart over with new IV drops tomorrow since he can’t eat in the state he’s in.” He stops talking and the tinkling of bells becomes louder. Your left eyelid is opened and a sharp light blinds you for a moment.

“He doesn’t seem to be in a coma anymore so that’s good."

“Does that mean he can hear us?” Fluttershy sounds excised.

“I can’t tell. Maybe, but he is semi-conscience at least. When Nurse Redheart comes by tomorrow she’ll help you turn him over, we need to change his position at least once a day so he doesn’t develop bedsores. In his weakened condition it could be the death of him. Also when Nurse Redheart comes tomorrow she’ll help your friend Twilight Sparkle move him to the bed. This table is too hard for him to lie on for a longer period of time and the couch is too small.” You hear him rummaging with something; you are guessing that he is putting his tools into his doctor bag.

“Doctor are you sure he can’t go to the hospital?” Fluttershy asks in a pleading tone of voice. “You would be able to take better care of him there.”

“I’m sorry Miss Fluttershy, but the hospital is for ponies. Besides we've just gotten a huge influx of foals with Pony Pox. As you know Pony Pox is relative harmless for a grown up pony, but foals are very susceptible to it, so even if we could take care of him we don’t have any room,” he says in an offhand tone. You hear some small sobs coming from Fluttershy. The doctor changes his voice so it’s warm and caring.

“Apply the ointment tonight before you go to bed and Miss Fluttershy… do try to get some sleep, if you as his caretaker fall over with exhaustion he won’t have a chance,” you hear a door open and close.

After a while Fluttershy begins to remove the bandages from your chest and face, she starts to rub the ointment on your wounds. It smells like Tiger Balm and it stings at first, but after a short while it feels soothing.

“Dear, dear, it’s all going to be alright,” Fluttershy cooes as she rubs the balm over your wounds. The massage, or whatever it is, makes you sleepy and soon you return to the darkness.

****

You lose track of time. From time to time you come back to consciousness only to drift out of it again shortly after. You still can’t open your eyes or move so you only have your ears to gather information about what’s going on around you. New voices and names come and go every time you wake up. The vet they talked about finally establishes that you are some kind of monkey from your hands and teeth. She opens your mouth gently with her hooves, as she emphasizes her findings. She points out that you teeth constellation is only found in monkeys, and with both canines and molars she would guess you are an omnivore.

A hyperactive voice that belongs to a pony named Pinkie Pie asks if maybe you are an alien, or Bigfoot, or.... She is cut off by the pony with the southern voice known as Applejack, who points out that those are just old pony tales. She is then interrupted by the pony with the more raspy boyish voice called Rainbow Dash who asks them if they think you a spy for an alien race, who’s just waiting to invade Equestria. Before she can elaborate on her theory of interplanetary conquest, she is cut off by the pony with the posh voice known as Rarity, who tells Rainbow that her theory is just silly. You don’t hear Twilight, but the sound of frantic scribbling tells you that she is there.

You wonder how come there are so many females. Well Fluttershy is a female so it’s only natural for her to have female friends. Now you only have to figure out their love for pushing pony and equine themes into everything. Equestria, Canterlot, Ponyville, Trottingham, and somepony the list just goes on and on.

Before you can start to work on it, you once again fall asleep.

It continues like this for what seems to be an eternity, you wake up, sometimes there are ponies in the room, sometimes you just lay there alone until you go back to sleep. You start to know how a cave fish must have it. Always listening, but never seeing. You start to wonder if you’ll ever see, or be able to use your body again until the fateful day arrives.

****

You wake up. There’s nothing new about that, but you can see. You look around, enjoying the feeling as the light in your eyes for a short while then your eyes begins to hurt. Your eyes have been without daylight for so long that they have become very sensitive to sunlight. You squeeze your eyelids closer together trying to only allow as much light in as they can handle. If you can use your eyes, then maybe you can use the rest of your body. Your face forms a small smile.

You are lying partly on your left side, held in place by what you would guess is a pillow that is folded once and put under your back. That was how they did it when you grandmother was in the hospital for the short period before she died. You remember the nurses putting them under your grandmas back, you asked the nurse why they did that and she told you.

It’s funny what you remember from your childhood, you think as you try to sit up… nothing happens. You can feel your stomach muscles trying with all their might to raise your back from the bed, but they can’t do it.

Oh god I’m a quadriplegic! You think as the tears starting to form in your eyes. Your right hand comes up to your face covering your eyes as you begin to cry.

Wait a minute. If you are a quadriplegic you wouldn’t be able to use your arm, you feel like screaming of joy, but stop yourself before you get so far. You are not a quadriplegic, but you could still be a paraplegic. That wouldn’t be as bad as being a quadriplegic, but still not something you would wish for.

You look at your right hand and remember your other arm getting mauled by that wooden wolf monster, how is that holding out?

You look down and find that it’s still there. You breathe a sigh of relief, the way that wolf monster was mangling it, you half expected that it had to be amputated. Wonder if it still works? You try to raise it and it responds by doing what it’s supposed to.

This is getting better and better, now for the fingers. You move your fingers and they also respond like they should. You smile and move your hands in front of your face and look at them.

“Good to see the duo hasn’t spilt up,” you tell them and move them in for a short while to pinch you cheeks.

The experience of having both your hands lifts your spirit and you lie down and think things over. If you are a paraplegic you can’t move your legs. Check.

You’re lying on your side sort of, so you can look down the length of the bed. Check.

So if you can move a foot out from under the blanket you are not a paraplegic. Check.

You try to move your left foot and have to fight hard to hide a girlish squeal when your foot comes out from under the blanket.

The problem is that the muscles in your stomach are weak from not being in use for however long you have been lying here. And that’s probably the best news you’ve ever gotten. It’s like having all your dreams coming true all at once. You’re getting into your dream college, scoring the winning touchdown in the final seconds of the super bowl and winning the sweep stakes. You smile as you slide your hands down your sides and grab the bed sheet. With the combined strength from your stomach and arms you slowly rise up into a sitting position.

You look around in the room where you've spend most of your time since you got here.

“This must be the most adorable hippie bedroom I’ve ever seen,” you tell yourself enjoying the sound of your voice.

The floor seems to be made out of hardwood and it’s painted in an almost olive green color. The walls are made from timber although that could just be paneling. In the rafters you see bird nests and bird houses that seem to be unoccupied at the moment. The furniture made it to look as natural as possible. Other than the bed you are sitting in, the top of the bedposts that have hearts on them. A commode that doubles as a bookshelf, writing desk and several bookcases that only have that one function.

“Well the carpenters around here must have a good income. Well since this most likely is a hippie commune wood is logically the main building material,” you think out loud and continue your interior viewing of the architecture in the room.

The fireplace is the only piece of masonry you’ve seen so far, then again a wooden fireplace would be counterproductive. Over the fireplace there hangs a wooden shelf that holds a small mirror, a clock and a candle nightlight. As your eyes traverse the wall you see they hold pictures, pictures of flowers, sunshine, rainbows, and birds.

“Well someone's chosen one style to follow,” you say to yourself, still reveling in the sound of your voice. (You have had to go so long without it.)

You look out of the window and see what can only be described as a winter wonderland. The snow covers the hen-house and the little picket fence that runs around the house; it’s so lovely that you open your eyes wide to get it all in.

The sun that shrouded itself within a cloud comes back out again at that moment, sending it rays out over the beautiful landscape. It bounces off the snow really illuminating all the scenery and it continues into the optical receptors in your eyes, which promptly give your brain a clear reminder, that they don’t appreciate so much stimulation given their long time off duty.

“ARGH!!! THE PAIN!!!” you scream as you bring both hands up to cover your eyes.

This almost sends you falling back down into a lying position. You luckily manage to grab the bed sheet with your right hand to stay up while you turn away from the window using you left hand to create a shield against the sunlight. Getting over the shock of your pain, you slowly remove your hand from your eyes, the sight that meets you make you scream again. In the large mirror that you hadn’t seen before you see what you guess is you. It looks like you. A thinner more raged version of you, but that’s not what makes you scream. You are bald not combed over bald, or skinhead bald, no you are completely bald you don’t even have eyebrows. While you scream you look down your arms only to see that there isn’t a hair on them, you apparently don’t have a hair on your entire body.

“Oh my goodness are you alright?!” A voice yells worried somewhere in front of you.

You look up and see Fluttershy, the magical talking yellow pegasus standing at the foot end of the bed. The shock of being eye to eye with her without a warning sends you further up the hysterical meter. You continue to scream and move away from her sending you out over the side of bed

“Oh dear be careful you’ll hurt yourself!” She says, as she moves around the bed to get over to you.

You move away from her getting a little distance properly because she is trying to give you your space. You recognize that it sounds weird when you slide over the floor on your backside to get some distance between you. You look down and see that you are wearing a diaper. With all the other things getting you hysterical, this finally accumulates you to a state of perfect hysteria, sending you out of reach of all but the most legendary psychologists.

The next twenty minutes holds you to a constant. Sitting up against the wall screaming like you're in the same room as the wolf monster from earlier. And Fluttershy trying everything from empathy to bribery to make you stop screaming.

" “ARGH!!!!”

“Don’t worry I won’t hurt you.”

“ARGH!!!”

“P-Please calm down you’ll hurt yourself!”

“ARGH!!!”

“L-L-Look a birdie! L-L-Look at the birdie!”

“ARGH!!!”

“I-I-I-I have a muffin you can have it if you calm down!”

All actions have an equal and opposite reaction or at least a reaction, beginning to be as panicked as you are, Fluttershy's reaction is something that surprises the both of you.

She slaps you hard across your face bringing you out of the state of hysteria that you had found yourself in for the last twenty minutes. There is a moment of silence the both of you not quite sure what just happened. Fluttershy is the first to react when she sees you cheek turning red, she brings both her hooves to her mouth with a gasp, a look of absolute terror in her eyes.

“O-O-Oh gosh I’m so sorry,” she says clearly shocked over the turn this ‘conversation’ has taken.

“No… no t-that’s okay you did it out of desperation,” you say still surprised as you take your hand up to your cheek the pain finally fighting it way past the shock of being hit.

“A-A-Are you alright?” She gently removes your hand to see if you’re hurt.

“Oh yes fine… fine I just have some questions,” you turn your head to actually look at her.

“W-Well let’s get you back to bed first,” she then helps you up and into bed.

When you’re back in bed she tucks you in and sits down right next to the bed.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She asks as she takes another look at your cheek.

“Yes I’m fine, really. Fluttershy, why have you shaved me?” you ask as you are still flummoxed over the past thirty minutes.

“What? I didn’t shave you,” Fluttershy says with a surprised look. ”Well I did shave you around your wounds so a hair wouldn’t grow into the wound and cause an infection. U-Um the rest is due to the food. Dr. Cardio and Vet Goodall took some tests and they say that the food here somehow made you lose all your fur.”

“Oh, okay.... well that makes sense, and why am I wearing a diaper?” you say, but in the state of mind you're in right now, you don’t know if it makes sense or not. But, they’re answers and you have been wanting some of those for ages.

“Y-you had to,” Fluttershy says. Her cheeks turn red as she apparently hasn’t thought about that finding yourself in diapers would be embarrassing. “You were unconscious and couldn’t go or point out that you needed go to the bathroom, so um… I had to borrow some diapers at the hospital so you wouldn’t have an accident.”

Your other cheek turns as red as the first, you hadn’t thought about that. Wait that means that she has seen your private parts, when she changed you like you were a baby for how long?

“How long have I been unconscious?” You ask, as your entire head turns beet red from the revelation you have just gotten. She’s not a girl but she is a female and it’s your private area. You don’t even like to change clothes or be naked if your parents cat is in the same room and he’s a male.

“About one and a half months,” Fluttershy answers. Her face is also growing a shade of rose. How is that even possible?

There is another moment of silence since both of you are too bashful to continue, the only sound in the room is the clock over the fireplace ticking. An old friend of yours decides to break the awkward silence in the room and help both you and Fluttershy out, your stomach growls.

“A-Are you hungry?” Fluttershy is the first to break the silence.

“Y-Yes.”

Fluttershy flies out of the room, leaving you lying alone with an even new sensation since you have never seen a pegasus fly before. She returns after a while, still flying, and with a bowl of what appear to be soup in her hooves. She puts the bowl of soup on her commode and helps you up, so you are now sitting up in the bed.

“It smells wonderful, what kind of soup is it?" you ask, as she gently places the bowl on top of the blanket in front of you.

“It’s a spinach and broccoli soup with extra salt and thyme,” she says blushing over the compliment. “Dr. Cardio said that you needed lots of iron in your diet so your blood count would get back to normal.” She’s sitting on the floor watching you as you begin to eat.

You try to get a spoonful of soup into your mouth, but this proves difficult. The muscles in your arms are weakened after they haven’t been used for such a long time, and the hysterical fit you had earlier doesn’t help. Every time you try to take a spoonful your hand starts to shake, resulting in the soup falling out of the spoon, landing either back in the bowl or on the blanket.

Fluttershy watches this happen for a few minutes then she asks, “Do you want some help?”

“No- no… I… almost… got it,” you say, trying to take a new spoonful of soup between every word.

“Here let me help you,” Fluttershy reaches for the spoon.

“No I can do this,” you retort, changing the spoon to your other hand. She’s already changed you like a baby, you are not going to let her feed you like one too.

“Give me the spoon!” Fluttershy says with a bit of firmness in her voice.

“No!” You retaliate.

“Give me the spoon now!” Fluttershy almost snarls at you. The last word is said between clenched teeth while she locks eye with you, so it could very well be a snarl.

“Okay…” you pass her the spoon taken aback by the sudden commanding presence she has.

She takes the spoon in her hoof and dips it in the bowl of soup and leading the spoonful of soup up to your mouth.

“Open wide” she says, back to her kind demeanor.

You do as she says and bite over the spoon as she leads it into your mouth. She retracts the spoon and you finally get to taste the soup. It’s divine and a bit salty, but all in all. Pretty damn good soup. The fact that you’re so hungry that you’d even eat spam makes the soup so much better, if this was your last meal you could die a happy man. Your thoughts are interrupted by another spoonful of soup coming your way. When you empty the bowl Fluttershy gets another one and another one after that. When you are finally full you’ve eaten 5 bowls of soup.

Fluttershy helps you down into a lying position and makes sure you are tucked in again. You are completely relaxed; a full stomach tends to do that, and when the Fluttershy is here, it’s easy to do so.

As you start to drift off you feel Fluttershy’s hoof petting your head. “Don’t worry my sweet little pet, I’ll take good care of you,” she says.

You don’t give her words a second thought but later...... you might have wished you had.