Two "Best Friends" in Equestria PT 2 FSR /Discontinued ATM/

>Sweet pony Jesus, you’re head hurts.
>You are Gerald, and holy crap does your head hurt.
>You’re lying on a bed that’s a few sizes too small for you.
>You hear voices, one of which you recognize as Michaels.
>The other voice sounds extremely familiar but you can’t place it.
>You hear Michael start talking.
>”Look, Ze…. What’s your name again? Never mind. The point is, I need you to quit with the rhyming shit. It’s giving me a massive headache.”
>You can’t make out the other persons voice, but you do manage to look around a bit.
>You look to where the voices are coming from and see Michael sitting at a table with a…. zebra?!
>You get a good look at the zebra and finally realize where you’ve heard that voice.
>As it finally dawns on you, the shock and confusion becomes too much for you and you pass out again.
>You are now Michael.
>You’ve been talking with a zebra.
>A goddamned zebra.
>If this is heaven, you want no part of it.
>The Zebra has been telling you about where Gerald and you landed.
>Oh, her name is Zecore or Zecora or something.
>Anyways, you two have landed in a magical land called Equestria, which is inhabited by magical talking horses. Wait, ponies. That’s gonna take some getting used to.
>You look back at Zecora and see that she’s staring at you expecting a response.
>Too bad you didn’t listen to anything she has been saying for the last few minutes.
“What’s that? I wasn’t paying attention.”
>She sighs and repeats herself, “I will quit rhyming till your headache goes away. Then I shall resume it once you have healed. Does this sound alright to you?”
“Yeah that’s fine I suppose.”
>Man do you hurt. You hurt in places that haven’t hurt since you’re last football game. Those defensive linebackers could pack a punch.
“Hey Zecorey, I’m gonna go lay down. I’m not feeling to hot right now.”
>As you stand up to go find somewhere to lay down, you quickly find yourself not needing to as you fall to the floor into unconsciousness.
>As you wake up from your pain induced sleep, you manage to sit up and look around.
>You see Gerald sitting at the table with the zebra. It looks like they’re talking about something.
>Gerald sees you sitting up and looks like he’s about to open his stupid face to say something equally stupid.
>Well fuck that noise; you’ve got something to say.
“Ho-lee shit. This isn’t a dream after all.” You manage to croak out.
>”Hey, Michael! You need to hear what Zecora has to say.”
>”That’s right.  I have decided that the two of you shall stay at my home until you’ve both healed fully.”
“How long will that take Zebora….Zecera……Zebra?”
>You really do need to learn her name.
>Gerald pipes up at your question. “She told me it’d take three days.”
>Hot damn, three days……..Hold on. Three days? How is that even possible?
>You could swear you had at least a few broken ribs. That doesn’t heal over three days.
“How will it only take three days? Broken bones don’t heal overnight, you know.”
>Zecora smiles and says, “I’ve given the two of you, a potion to make you good as new.”
>Again with the rhyming.
“What the hell did we agree on?!” you say as you’re headache comes roaring back to the forefront of your perception.
>You’d managed to block it out for a while, but now it’s back with a vengeance.
>Zecora smiles sadly and says apologetically “Forgive me; it is difficult not to rhyme at all times.”
“Whatever that’s fine. I guess we don’t have much choice but to stay here for the next three days.”
>Gerald starts bouncing in a sickeningly giddy fashion.
>”Sweet! I can’t believe it Michael! Everyp0ny always said that p0nies weren’t real, and here we are talking to one! Oh sweet Celestia, I’m so excited!”
>Did he just say what you think he said?
“Gerald, what the fuck did I say about using those words?”
>Zecora gets a confused look on her face, “Gerald? I thought you said your name was Anonymous?”
>Gerald looks panicked “It is. Michael just calls me Gerald to annoy me. Now if you’ll excuse us for just a moment.”
>He pulls you to the side and whispers in your ear.
>”Don’t you fuck this up for me Mikey. I’ve dreamt of this day for a long time. Just play along alright?”
“Ugh. Fine, just don’t call me Mikey anymore. It pisses me off.”
>”Deal. Now let’s get healed up shall we?”
>It’s going to be a long three days.
End part 2