Steve Irwin in Equestria [1]

">>" means another Anon in a thread contributed that part. Should be obvious by changes in writing style and maybe tense as well.

>>You look up towards your new human friend as you walk him through the woodlands near your cottage
>>An expression of pure amazement spreads across his face as he takes in the sheer variety of creatures surrounding him, both new and familiar
>>Suddenly, a five-foot long snake emerges from the bushes lining the path, crossing in front of the both of you
>>Calmly, you pause, waiting for it to pass
>>Your friend, however, immediately proceeds to crouch down, grinning as he looks at it closely
>>"Crikey," he exclaims, his tone excited. "This is a baby reticulated python, isn't it!?"
"Um... yes, it is. You... like snakes?"
>>"I love all animals," he answers energetically. "Especially reptiles! They're my life."
>>Carefully, he leans in, tapping the ground. "G'day, mate."
>>The snake flicks its tongue out in response, a signal you know to mean that it senses something
>>What he does next shocks you
>>Deftly, he slips one hand in, a third of the way down from the serpent's throat
>>His other hand follows, sliding under the snake's body near its tail
>>Gently picking up the snake, a look of pure concentration crosses his face as he looks it over
>>Irritated at the sudden removal from the ground, the python bares its fangs
"Oh... my. Um, you seem to be, well, upsetting it..."
>>"Yeah," he answers, "reticulated pythons can get pretty grumpy. Just like back home!" He looks upon the snake's fangs with awe. "Just look at the length of those fangs. Perfect for punching through thick fur and feath-ngh!"
>>Your new friend's diatribe is cut short by a grunt of pain as the snake sinks its teeth into his arm
>>A gasp escapes your mouth as you watch
"Are you okay?"
>>"Nngh! Yeah... I'm fine," he answers, his reaction surprisingly calm for someone with a pair of snake fangs buried into him. "I think he hit bone," he adds excitedly. "Ha, look at him screwing those teeth in!"
>>Your jaw drops as you watch this khaki-clad fellow take the snake bite in stride
"A-Are you sure?"

>"Yeah, I've got plenty more like it. I've been bitten, peed on, jumped on and whacked more times than I can count!"
>He held up his hand under the belly of the snake for her to see
>"No two fingers on my hand are the same, they've been snapped, split and chopped."
"Oh, my..."
>What an odd creature, to be so proud of his scars and so careless with his own bodily safety
>"Now, I gotta wait for this little fella to let go because if I try to pull away there will be veins and arteries split everywhere"
>He slowly lowered the creature to the ground and waited for it to release it's jaws before removing his arm
>He seemed thrilled with the bite wounds in his arm, examining them
"That must hurt, your arms seem to get a lot of... Abuse."

>>"Well," he says, "one of the worst ones I ever got was here, on my right shoulder..."
>>He unbuttons his khaki shirt, pulling it back to reveal a massive scar
>>If you didn't know any better, you'd say it looked like his arm was chopped off, then reattached
"How...?"
>>"Well," he explains, "I was in a boat, going after this croc. But there were some rocks under the water, see..."
>>He trails off as he notices you staring somewhere else
>>"Fluttershy? What's the matter, darl?"
>>You raise your hoof, pointing towards the perfectly round puncture scar just over his heart
"...what about that one?"

>He looked at it bemusedly for a moment as if he couldn't remember
>"I think it might have something to do with how I came here"
"Oh. Can I... Dress your wounds? Back at the cottage?"

>He buttoned up his shirt as you asked
>"Your cottage?"
"Yes, it's where I care for my animals"
>Steve perked up at this
>"Yeah, okay mate"
>You lead him to the edge of the woodlands where you cottage was located
>On the way he made several excited comments about the wildlife here and back home
>You opened the door and motioned him to follow you in
>After he followed you in you went to prepare some bandages and rubbing alcohol
>You gently hummed to yourself as you did so, happy that he didn't object to your care
>When you were done getting all the necessary equipment you returned to the room you left him in
>However he wasn't there anymore
"Umm... Steve?"
>You called out softly for him, not wanting to disturb any of the sleeping critters in your cottage
>No response
>You decided to go looking for him
>After passing through a few rooms on the upper level of the house you found him admiring one of your birds
"There you are, I got the bandages right here"
>He didn't seem to take much notice as he turned to face you
>"Back home we have these large spiders that eat birds. They launch themselves onto their prey, hang onto them with their front legs and drive their fangs right into them"
>He did motions with his fingers copying how he was describing the front legs and fangs
>You flinched slightly at how he described it
>The wildlife where he came from sounded downright terrifying
>Still it was good to see somepony(?) so passionate about animals
"You could... Stay here and, ummm, share my wildlife with me, if you wanted to"