The ponies stopped their efforts instantly, upon my surrender. They hesitated for a moment, then Rarity clears her throat and states,

“Well. That’s good you can see reason.”

I roll my eyes, as do the rest of the ponies (Or so I imagine them doing right now if my face wasn’t pinned to the ground, and thus unable to see their reaction.)

I asked,

“So you’ll let me go?”

Their split reactions surprised me. Some ponies moved to free me, while others stated I could be dangerous. I took this time they distracted themselves to ease up on my feet and sneak away. As soon as I was out of sight, I heard a very frustrated groan/growl/roar from Twilight Sparkle.

Oh. I just made her mad. Good for me?

So I ran as fast as I could with rope bindings throughout the trees. Now the six ponies were in pursuit, all of them, save for Pinkie and Fluttershy, were annoyed at my eagerness to be free. I realized that Rainbow Dash would be the most capable pursuer, as I had to duck to avoid her tackle. Ruffled my short hair, though. That got my attention. I halted while Rainbow Dash was momentarily confused by my stopping. I see that she looked at me with a curious 'o' mouth. I looked up to her and calmly said,

“Leave me alone, please.”

She folded her arms and gave me a smug smile (Quite a recurring thing with the natives today). While admittedly cute, I had no time for this.

Before realizing that I had done it, I had run up a section of a tree, jumped off and headbutted Rainbow Dash in the stomach, albeit awkwardly what with my hogtied hands. With a sarcastic thanks, I ran off again, leaving Rainbow Dash to nurse her hurt pride.

I'll figure out how I did such a feat later.

After a while of running through the trees, I rested against a section of a tree. My breath slows down to the point where I can consider myself hidden against the low ground, hidden by the tree and terrain. I look around; no sign of life. I gave a sigh.

A hyperactive Pinkie Pie startles me with a greeting. She was still balancing the cupcakes on her head. In my surprise, I banged my head on the tree and exclaimed in shock and pain.

Her giggly smile went away and she cupped my head with her forehooves, and looked me over, saying "Oh, I'm so sorry! You bang your head hard? ...Want a cupcake?”

She leans back, then forward again, apparently offering a cupcake to me on a plate held in her mouth. I lean to the left, showing her my bound hands. She giggles again and for a moment I only see a blur of pink. After the blur ends, the plate is on the ground and my hands were free. Pinkie Pie is sitting in front of the cupcakes, waiting for me to do something. The forest is silent, save for the rustling of leaves and the occasional bird-call.

I cautiously plucked up a colorful treat from the plate and bit into it. My eyes widened at the sugariness of it. all I gave a satisfied smile and a groan, which seems to cheer up Pinkie to an impossible degree. She hops around for a bit before saying,

“That was a fun game of hide-and-go-seek, wasn’t it?”

I give a slow nod, deciding to go along. She starts to ramble on about her friends, and how they spent LIKE AN HOUR to find me. I enjoyed the rest of the cupcake, and I tried to follow Pinkie’s little rant when I was tackled from the left by a purple blur. My world became tinted by a violet color, and I was hoisted into the air.

This feels weird. I think I’m gonna be sick.

I am wheeled around to face Twilight Sparkle. My arms are pinned to my sides, and my legs are as stiff as boards, and I see the frustration in Twilight’s face. She says,

“Why do you keep running away? You said you gave up, but you ran. Why?”

I said in a quiet response,

“Please don’t eat me. That would suck. Put me down, please.”

That seems to change her disposition enough for her to let me go. Just not gently. I fell down and hurt my bum.

Ow. I might’ve broken my coccyx. No more sand dunes for me.

As I grimaced and thought of nursing my new Twilight-caused injury, She profusely apologizes and tries to comfort me. I recovered enough to sit up against the tree again, and I addressed Twilight by saying, “What happens now?”

She blinks and says, “What do you mean?”

I reply, “I’m sure you have a reason to chase me down.”

She says, “Well, I just want to know who you are. I’ve never seen anything like you before.”

First! Ow. Better not screw this first contact. Hello, world!

“As to what I am, I am what they call a human. What they call me is... Tyrannosaurus Tux?”

I massage my temples. Wait, that's not my name. That's just my username on some internet functions. What is my name? She raises an eyebrow and I get a little nervous before she smiles and pulls out her notes from her bags, ready to drill me for questions.

Oh boy.

Her first question was, "Where do you come from?"

I rolled my neck, resulting in a few pops, and said, “America, Earth, Milky Way Galaxy. I just woke up here, and now I’m trying to get home.”

Her second question was then, “What?”

I shrug, and then I say, “I blame Discord for this.”

Rubbing her own temples, Twilight hissed, “Discord. Don’t worry, we’ll get you back home.”

I sigh in relief and thank her, then I say, “I’m still not sure if this is all real, though. It’s not like I might actually be unconscious and just don’t know it yet.”

A blur in my peripheral vision, and then I blacked out.

…

I found myself in a comfortable bed. The covers and mattress are of the highest quality. There were birds singing outside. I think of how good life is, then smile.

I recall past events and I was under the assumption that this is all but a weird dream, then gently opened my eyes to welcome a new day, undoubtedly filled with video games and ponies.

To my shock, I find myself not in my bedroom, but in Fluttershy’s cottage home. I look around frantically, trying in vain to dispel the notion of my being here. Well, the day will be filled with ponies, at the least. I sit up, then grasp the back of my head, which felt like it was kicked by a horse.

Perhaps it was.

I groan with the pain and the annoyance of this place. As the pain intensified, so did the groan. I gave up trying to get up and laid myself back down again.

Fantastic.

My eyes squeezed shut as I again groaned. This day already sucks.

The birds abruptly stopped chirping, and I hear someone approaching. Scratch that, several somebodies (or would that be several someponies?). I lifted my head to look at the door, and I heard faint whispers that I couldn’t discern.

The door opened slowly, and Fluttershy poked her head in. She meets my gaze, then notices as my face contorts into a mix of confusion, wonder, and pain-filled fright. Her expression turned to one of concern as my panicked self began formulating an escape plan from this madness.

Window, or door? Window, or door?

Before I could do anything else, though, my noggin ached again, and I collapsed back into the covers with a pained moan.

Fluttershy seemed to be at the bedside instantly, and she stared into my face, apologizing profusely. I raise a hand, then asked as to our current setting. She meekly explained that this was her house. She then inquired about to my health. I said,

“I feel like I got kicked in the head by a horse.”

Fluttershy sighed, then replied sadly,

“Yeah. That was R-Rainbow Dash. Twilight got mad at Rainbow Dash, saying that now you’d never trust us enough to not run away again. Y-You’re not going to do that, right?”

Another surge of pain courses through my head, and I painfully utter,

“Ow. I guess not. Not if I don’t want to get kicked in the head again. I’m not in the state to run, anyway.”

Fluttershy again apologies, and flutters out, only to return with an ice pack. I thank her as I apply it to the back of my head. Fluttershy excuses herself and then goes out again. I hear a commotion outside, and Fluttershy returns with a humble-looking Rainbow Dash in tow. She avoids eye contact with me as Fluttershy instructs Rainbow Dash to apologize. She does so, reluctantly. I accept the apology as another pulse of pain manifests in my mind, causing me to give a pained groan.

Should stop groaning. Should stop groaning—ow.

I made a movement to get out of bed, but Fluttershy objected in that cute way in which I cannot help but consent to her wishes. I relaxed back into the covers and asked her as to what is going to happen to me. She says,

“Oh. Um. Twilight has compiled some questions that we have for you. Um. If that’s okay with you.”

I agreed, and Fluttershy sent for Twilight. Twilight comes in with a clipboard and a face that betrays her curiosity but still holds distrust in her eyes. I learned that ponies are really, really easy to read. She states,

“Okay, Ty. I’ve got some questions for you. First off,

what are you?”

Oh, I could use a Wikia right about now.

“The scientific name we have given ourselves is homo sapiens.”

Fluttershy and Twilight Sparkle glances at each other, at a loss.

“For the sake of simplicity, we just call ourselves humans.”

The ponies give out soft “oh”s. Twilight’s face then scrunched up in concentration, looking down and bringing a hoof to her chin. Several thoughts entered my mind at that point.

Is she recalling an ancient text with humans in them? Is she remembering some cryptic warning from Celestia about us? Am I still screwed? Twilight opens her mouth to say something, but she seems stumped. She then says,

“Nothing in my studies has even hinted at anything like you. Bipedal, 5’11’’, with no tail to speak of or the fact that you’re wearing clothing that can only be made with modern methods. I’ll have to ask Celestia if she has heard anything.”

Twilight (Again, how is this real?) shrugs, then asks,

“Where are you from, exactly?”

“In relation to here? No idea.”

Twilight raises an eyebrow, then asks,

“So, you don’t know?”

I sigh, then utter,

“I don’t even know if I’m on the same planet. What do you call this planet?”

Twilight was about to automatically recite a name, but then, confusion sets in her eyes, and she asks,

“What’s a planet?”

A pause.

I blink.

She blinks. She then says,

“Well?”

How on earth do I break this to her?

I stammer,

“Uh-uh, a planet is a (better not use the word “celestial”) cosmic body that is distinguished by its size and mass... uh.”

Both Fluttershy and Twilight Sparkle have tilted their heads in confusion.

Brother.

“Where I come from, there’s a thing called ‘Space’. It encompasses everything that is beyond the sky, and reaches the stars.”

I don’t get a response, so I continue.

“Using binoculars and math a really long time ago, people (ahem humans) have deduced that the earth is round, that the whole lands is, in fact, a giant rock that is eclipsed in size and scale to everything around it on the cosmic scale in the universe.”

Fluttershy asks,

“Has anypony gone to space?”

I smile, but then say,

“It’s a tricky thing, going to a place where it’s devoid of oxygen, air pressure, heat, water, and a lot of other things I’m probably don’t know of. So, we build these giant rockets with pressurized cabins on them.”

I think I confused them with the “cabin” part, so I elaborate.
“This ‘cabin’ (notice air quotes, fillies) is more like a really safe and comfortable place for humans to sit while the rocket boosts into space. The furthest we’ve ever been is our moon.”

The ponies gasp. Twilight stutters,

“Y-you’ve been to the moon? With rockets? How many times!?”

I reply with uncertainty,

“I don’t remember (or even know) how many times, but we’ve stopped going to the moon because it became too difficult for whatever reasons.”

Twilight is slack-jawed for a moment, but exclaims,

“But... the moon, for pony’s sake! Why stop?”

I excitedly reply with a chuckle, shrugging,

“I know, right?”

Author's Note

WHY DID WE STOP GOING TO THE MOON, FELLAS.