It is I, the Medi-Spy: Equestria

Warmth, the first sensation to pass through his body, he could taste blood in his mouth, a tight bond around his head. He flinched slightly as his brain became aware of his fractured skull, which was slowly regenerating. He sighed slowly as consciousness had returned to him, opening his eyes slowly to see that it was only dawn. His eyes set upon a window, which he saw the sun rising in the horizon. However, the sky seemed an odd pastel blue, not like it's usual light blue hue, he puzzled slightly looking at the unusual fluffy white clouds that passed by.

He then concentrated on his surroundings, it looked like he was in a large library, each book had a rather interesting title upon its spine. He pushed himself up with quite some considerable effort, then walked toward a bookshelf, lightly dazed by the strain on his body. Reaching out his hand, he grasped a small, thin book titled "Equestrian mammals, the basic knowledge." upon opening it, he saw that it was almost a child's book, sporting large pictures of ponies and minimal text underneath.

Despite his embarrassment, he read the text with a mutter, "These are Earth Ponies. They can be strong and they also tend to run fast. An earth pony is normally a hard worker, but they are also known to be loyal." He felt his cheeks reddening at the simplicity of the book, however, he continued to the next page. He then read whilst looking at the corresponding picture for reference "These are Unicorns. They can have magical talent, they are very clever, their magic is an extent of their mind. This ability to use magic means that they are capable of lifting large objects that an earth pony would find hard to move. However, a unicorns magic is limited purely by their knowledge and their imagination."

He actually enjoyed the book, the idea of unicorns seemed pretty simple, yet complex enough to make him ponder for a minute. Nevertheless, he flicked to the next page, eager to see what was written, he looked at the picture, then read "These are Pegasus Ponies. They posses the ability of flight, they also tend to be fairly agile and speedy due to intensive flight training, any Pegasus who is incapable of flight is not allowed out of training until they know how to fly."

He laughed slightly, then smiled and said "I must be reading a children's fantasy book, it's clear that I'm in some kind of library for children." he looked around, all the furniture did seem a bit smaller than he was used to, although it was still usable. He sat down, observing the strangely colored wooden floor. He raised an eyebrow and asked himself "So, where am I, some candy colored library filled with what looks like books for little girls?"

He saw the set of stairs, looking upon it curiously, he got up from the rather plushy seat, proceeding toward them ever so quietly, he creeped up to see what was around. He saw what looked like a cat's bed, a purple form with green spines along it was sleeping inside of it. He seemed curious, his eyes fell upon a bed-sheet, which he followed up to see a sleeping purple pony.

His brain froze for a second, processing this phenomenon, a sleeping pony, one who actually slept in a bed. He didn't quite know what to expect, but this pony must be rare, to have managed such conscious thought would be almost human. He began taking notes, his pen seemed unreliable at the best of times. He had so many questions revolving around his head, but the main one was "Why is this equine colored so unusually?"

He slowly, apprehensively reached out a hand. prodding the pony slightly upon its forehead, he felt a solid structure and identified it as a... "Horn?" he quietly asked himself, remembering the book, he quizzically muttered "Unicorn?" Suddenly, his mind began overloading with questions, he sat down with an audible 'Thump' on the wooden floor. Trying to come to terms with the recent and somewhat life derailing events, unfortunately his train of thought came to a complete screeching halt.

For the first time, ever since he could physically remember, this was the only time he had been genuinely confused by something. He was always logical throughout his life, but no stretches of logic could seem to define his current experiences. He seemed a little clueless, normally he would have an idea, "Normally, I'd not be with a  purple pony inside of a multicolored world which seems to have come from the Pyro's imagination."

His mind clicked, what he said triggered a million neurons to fire at once, his mind suddenly said "Imagination, I must be knocked out!" He pinched himself. Then it was confirmed, he definitely wasn't dreaming, he sighed slightly, somewhat wishing he was. Slightly restless, he went to look at the figure in the small bed, he crouched down and lightly began to inspect the green spines.

He muttered to himself "A dragon, a real living dragon, probably still in its childhood years, which is strange, I thought that dragons were fast growers, but this one looks to be the same size as a three year old child. How long ago was this little guy hatched then?" He sighed slightly as he found no clear answer, he looked at the pony again, he wanted to wake it, but at the same time he didn't "What if it was ferocious when I woke it, what would I do?" he asked.

Nevertheless, an answer never came, he proceeded downstairs, looking at a desk he saw his old needle-gun had been taken apart piece by piece. He rushed over to it and saw a note written on the design and the weight of it, an ink-pot and quill sat waiting for further use. He looked at it and muttered "At least it wasn't my overdose..." he looked underneath the desk and spotted his backpack, which he dragged out and muttered "Carry one thousand items... but never stays on you when you need it most. Lucky me they didn't hook me up to the mainframe, not having your load-out available is a kick in the balls."

He sighed, allowing himself a moment of thought. He began reading the assorted scrolls on the desk, all of which gave detailed descriptions to each weapon in his bag. He gaped as he saw how each weapon had been disassembled, each one detailed by small diagrams. He picked up the disassembled needle-gun, then put it back together, being an invention of his own design, he knew how to rebuild it should it ever fall under disrepair.

Unknown to him, he he had woken the small dragon, who watched him with interest. Not really noticing, the medic placed his backpack on, walking toward the door, he reached out a hand. Then, suddenly a voice from behind him bellowed "Wait! Don't go!" he spun around to see the little dragon run up to him.

His mind froze, of all the craziest things he could think of, a talking dragon was not one of them. He looked as the dragon said "I'm Spike, Twilight took you in three days ago, you were found knocked out cold in the Everfree forest, Celestia sent a note requiring for your immediate appearance when she heard about you!" All the medic could do was stand there and gape slightly, Spike said "Not much of a talker are you? Hmph, well, looks like some-pony is going to need waking, she'll be glad to know you're awake."

(End of chapter 2)