Iron Anon: Hello Miss Rainbow

>You wake up
>Tired again
>You were becoming an insomniac
>That is, if you weren’t considered one already
>You try again, in vain, to close your eyes and force sleep
>Not happening
>Might as well get an early start on that meat, you suppose
>Wiggling out of your sleeping bag, you take a look around the cave
>You knew the moon was still up because the place was still being illumined by a soft pallid light
>The slick rocky surface of the caves walls allowed the moonlight hitting the cave’s entrance to be reflected all through the cave
>It’d probably get a lot more brighter when the Sun came up
>Grabbing your knife, you head outside
>As soon as you emerge, you see the Moon had just begun its rapid descent again
>Going by yesterday’s cycle, you had maybe about 5 minutes before the Sun was up again
>After a bit of stretching, you reassemble your campfire
>Just a few twigs and two strikes of the flint rod produce a good solid flame
>Satisfied, you put down the flint and head back into the cave to retrieve meat
>As you crawl back inside, you notice Gus is still asleep
>Adjacent to him from across the room was the rainbow p0ny
>Not wanting to wake either of them, you stealthily slip into the sled’s basket and retrieve the salt bag
>When outside, you pull out one whole slab of meat before cutting the second one into a half piece
>The bigger of the two was for Gus
>You hold your half cut piece in your hands
>Did ponies eat meat?
>No, they grazed in fields right?
>At least back home… you couldn’t say for the supernatural ones here
>Still, she was probably a herbivore
>Definitely wouldn't like you trying to feed it meat

>You throw the other half in the bag for later
>The Sun is blazing high in the sky when you finish cooking
>Gus had come out and sat during your preparation and you throw him his chunk of meat
>He sniffed it awhile, not used to eating cooked meat
>Or maybe because how it still had that wishy-washy color like the rest of this place
>You glance around your surroundings
>The texture and shades of this world had been pretty weird to take in at first
>But you were gradually getting used to it
>Gus eventually makes up his mind and begins to devour the beef
>With no plates, you are forced to eat with your hands
>Cooked chicken lizard wasn’t really your idea of an ideal breakfast…
>But it would have to do
>As you and Gus finish up, you turn to look at the cave entrance
>She was bond to wake up sometime soon
>And when she did, she would explain everything
>You start to feel a bit nervous
>What if she refused to speak to you?
>Having Gus gnaw on her leg followed by tying her up in a cave probably hadn’t gotten you on her good side
>What if you were just hearing things now?
>She wasn’t human; Just a winged animal
>Animals don’t talk
>That kick to the head could have caused you to hallucinate
>Speaking of which,
>You bring your hand to your nose
>It had stopped bleeding, but had left a dry carmine stain down your face
>You’d need to clean up before trying to talk to her
>You go back quickly inside and retrieve your canteen from the sled
>Tiptoeing past the sleeping p0ny, you reemerge outside
>You try your best to conserve the water from your canteen as you wash down the meat

>Gus eyes you up as you do so, giving a faint whimper
>Oh yeah, he needed to drink too
>You pour him a puddle, which he laps gratefully
>Noticing the dry blood on your face had also brought something else to your attention
>You are Filthy.
>Disgustingly so
>Your mind travels back to the cave
>You needed to make a good impression if you wanted her to talk again
>Well, let’s face it; your first impression was ruined by now
>Shooting for mediocre was your best bet
>As far as you could tell by the look in her eyes yesterday, humans weren’t common around here
>Looking like a damn savage wouldn’t make it easier for her to open up
>…No offense to savages, of course
>You can feel Ned punch you in the gut from across worlds
>Not wanting to head back to the freezing pond, you decide to go look for a calm stream or creek nearby
>Taking your knife, you head off in what you think is North
>Gus begins to follow you
“No Gus, stay. I need you to watch over the cave”
>He sits back down, with an expression you can only describe as disapproval
>If you were gone too long, he’d take off and try to find you for sure
>Better be quick then
>To your luck, you find a nice stream only a few minutes North from the cave
>Undressing, you hang up your clothes before jumping in
>As you bathe yourself, you remained in deep thought
>You were about 99% percent sure you had a winged p0ny in your cave that could talk
>If it could speak and you could understand it, then when you spoke it should be able  to understand you
>You stomach tightens as eagerness takes hold of you
>You were going to talk and hold a conversation with a fricken flying p0ny
>Wow.

>What would you ask it first?
>For starters, where the hell you were
>Secondly, how to get back to South Dakota
>You shrug
>That WAS the important stuff
>But then again, this chance to talk to a wild animal would never happen to you once you left this place…
>How’s it like to live in the forest?
>What’s with that weird birthmark on your ass?
>How’d you hurt your wing?
>Can you understand other animals too?
>Can you understand Gus?
>Can you teach Gus to speak?!
>This one talk could answer so many of man’s unanswered questions about the animal world
>That’d give you some respect at the University
>Your optimism falters as you dry off and begin to redress
>You had captured her, tied her up and had been so close to killing her
>Thinking she would forget about that and just idly chit chat with you was stupid
>So much for your quest for knowledge
>You were going to go in there, explain your situation to her, get that pony to tell you how to get home and then you'd let her go
>Content with your plan, you make your way back to the cave
>You could tell Gus had been wandering around, because he flanks to your side after popping out of a bush
>At least he hadn’t wandered too far…
>You stand in front of the cave for a few moments
>Should you keep Gus outside while you do the talking?
>He probably just end up scaring her
>You weigh the options in your head
>You’d leave him outside and call him if need be
>You take another step and before coming to another dilemma
>Go in with the knife?
>You stealth it, keeping it close if anything was to go wrong
>There is no telling what she could do
>Ok, here we go
>Breathe in…
>Breathe out…
>You enter the cave

>You had been right before in your assumption
>The reflecting sunlight illuminated the cave with a brighter glow
>Your eyes were always locked on your captive as you made your way to her
>She was still curled up, sleeping
>You thought she would have woken up by now but it seems exhaustion kept her snoozing
>Great, you were going to have to wake her up
>You move closer, getting down on your knees while retaining an upright posture
>Your hand moves to lightly push her but you stop inches from her fur
>Was it really right to wake her up like this?
>You hesitant
>Frankly, you still weren’t ready to hold a conversation with a wild mystical animal
“Best to wait it out, I guess”
>You crisscross your legs and wait
>She shouldn’t be asleep for too much longer
>Playing out possible scenarios in your mind, you continue to watch her sleep
>Her leg’s bandages had gotten significantly darker from last night
>They would need to be changed soon…
>Despite her entanglements, you had to admit she did look kind of… cute while sleeping
>Like that new born pup Rusty, after a day of playing in the snow
>Your thoughts promptly shift towards home
>You hope all the dogs had made it out and back home
>You wondered about Mother and Ned
>They’re probably in the woods, looking for you right now
>If they haven’t checked the river first…
>You shiver with concern for mother
>She had less than a year ago lost her husband… now she is thinking she lost her son too
>Mother couldn’t handle that…
>Ned would try his best to comfort her, but he’d be silently hurting too

>You couldn’t bear to imagine their worry and misery
>You had to get home
>Now.
>A bit of movement adjacent from you shatters your concentration
>Ok
>This was it.
>Keep your cool Anon
>Naturally, your body tenses with your heart racing as she lazily half opens her eyes
>At first, it seems she tries to stretch… only to rediscover the rope restricting her movement
>She snaps back to reality, remembering her predicament
>The pony struggles hopelessly against the binds
>Until she finally notices you sitting a few feet away…
>You both give each other blank stares, obvious emotions boiling underneath
>Neither of you move for a good thirty seconds
>Her snout was still kept shut with the tether, so you had to be the one to break the ice
>You let out a deep breath, trying to relax
>It’s just a… talking animal
>Finally you are able to speak
“…Hi”
>….
“M-my name is Anon… what’s yours?”
>More silence and expressionless stares
“oh yeah… the rope”
>You draw your knife and you see her flinch
“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you”
>You move knife closer to her face and she pulls back
“It’s ok, it’s ok shhh”
>You were talking to her like a dim-witted farm animal
>Something changes in her eyes…
>She doesn’t like that AT ALL
“Just don’t bite me ok?”
>You're trying your best not to cut her mouth but she isn’t holding very still
>The idea of holding her head with your other hand crosses your mind, though the pony would probably squirm move at your touch
>Eventually you get the knife in between her snout and the rope
“Just calm down… it’s alright”
>Shit. Here is comes
>You pull the loop of rope off in one motion

>She wrinkles her muzzle with the cable off
>But no words leave it
>Another 30 seconds of unnerving silence
“Umm… you can talk rig-“
>???[hostile]: “What are you?”
>Her voice is on edge and full of malice
“Oh well, I’m a hu-“
>???:”Let me go. Right Now!”
>She tries to shift her body in a more dominant demanding position
>Ropes aren’t helping her appear threatening though
>???:”Get this stuff off me right now and I won’t beat you up too bad”
>You're taken back by the colorful winged pony’s sudden aggression
“Yeah um. We kinda got off on the wrong foot”
>She completely ignoring you now, trying to get out of her bindings
“Like I was saying, my name’s Anon. Anon Stoneman.”
>She tries to gnaw through the rope on her front hooves
>You ignore it for now, she wasn't making any progress
“So… What’s your name?”
>Still ignoring you, the blue p0ny is now desperately trying to slide the rope off
>Nope
>Not going to work either
>She was staying here until she had answered your questions
>You had control of the situation
>Repeating your question, you use more of an authoritarian tone
“I asked for your name”
>She looks up at you and then spits the rope out of her mouth
>???: “And why the HAY would I tell you anything?!”
>This p0ny should really watch her tone
>Talking or not, she wasn’t another human and had come pretty close to being dinner yesterday
>Still you remain calm
>You’d probably be pissed too if you were in the same situation
>Then again, you also probably wouldn't be shouting angrily at your captor, whom had decided to spare your life the day before…

“Look er- p0ny, you need to calm down”
>???: “That’s easy for you to say! You didn’t wake up tied in some cave with the THING that almost stabbed you yesterday”
“I’m sorry about that… about all this.”
>???: “Then Let. Me. Go.”
>This was getting on your nerves
>You weren’t getting a name, so you ditched the formalities
“I’ll let you go as soon as you answer a few questions”
>She seems stop messing with the cords and give you her (minor) attention
>???: “Fine, but then you untie me. Got it?”
>You don’t waste time asking
“Where… am I?”
>The p0ny breaks her serious expression for a moment, confused
>???: “Ahh the Everfree Forest. Can I go now?”
>You sigh
“No, I kind of guess I was in a forest. Less specific.”
>???: ”Equestria..?”
“What is that?”
>Again, her irritation briefly disappears as she subtly cocks her head to one side
>???: “Equestria…It’s the name of this country”
>Equestria huh, that certainly didn’t ring any bells
>Countries weren’t broad enough
“What…planet is this?”
>Now she just looks concerned
“Umm, Earth”
>Earth?
>That couldn’t be right
>Wasn’t YOUR Earth, that’s for sure
>???: “Is this some kind of joke, huh?”
“No. No its not”
>You try to sound as serious as possible
“I’m not from around… here. This world”
>Her face shows no doubt, clearly haven’t seen anything like you before
“I’m a human from a place called South Dakota”
>You lean in closer
“and I need you to tell me how I can get back there"
>She shifts her body in the ropes, a mixture of annoyance and puzzlement
>???[snarky]:“Why don’t you just go back the way you came, idoit?”

“Because I’m pretty sure I DROWNED to get here”
>You don’t hide the frustration in your voice
>This thing wasn’t getting you anywhere
>???: “And I’m pretty sure that if you HAD drowned, I at least wouldn’t be in the mess!”
>Ok, fuck this bitch
>You had tried to be polite
“Listen hear, you fruity little p0ny. All I know is that me and Gus were 'practically' drowning at the bottom of a river when everything started glowing. Then I wake up at the bottom of a pond in this crazy world of yours. I have no idea what the hell this place is, let alone how to survive in it. I barely have enough food to last another day, but right now your attitude is shaping up to change that…”
>Its only takes a moment for her to catch your drift
>Every fiber of her being seems to grimace more at you, but you can’t mistake the hint of fear in her eyes
>Of course, you weren’t serious
>She wasn’t a human,
>But she was still, somehow, sentient
>Knowing that, it wouldn’t sit right with you if you ate her
>Yeah, that would just feel disgustingly wrong
>…But she didn’t need to know that
>You weren’t here to make friends; you needed to get the hell back home
“Now, I’ll ask again. How do I get back to South Dakota?”
>She stares at you for a few seconds
>???: “Did you…did you say there was another one of you here?”
>What?
>Oh, she must mean Gus
“No, Gus is my dog”
>The p0ny recoils slightly
>???: “That thing...was a dog?!”
>Hmm, she knew the word ‘dog’
>But it seem this p0ny wasn’t used to wolfdog half-breeds
>You give a brief nod and then let out a whistle

>Right on cue, Gus comes trotting to your side
>Not even taking notice to the creature, who he had already sunk his teeth into twice, squirming in front of you
>???: “G-get that thing away from me!”
>Looks like you found your leverage
“Don’t worry, he won’t bite you… again. As long as I don’t tell him too, that is”
>If the odds weren’t in your favor before, they were now
>She frantically trying to inch away from Gus
“Last time p0ny. How do I get back home”
>???: “I d-don’t know… I’m just a pegasus p0ny, I don’t anything about magic”
>Pegasus?
>Magic?
>Wait a second, you had heard the word ‘pegasus’ before
>You remember back to seeing a picture of large white horse with huge wings in your textbook when your class was reviewing Greek Mythology
>You had asked Ms. Penny what it was and she had called it that, Pegasus
>But that thing had been huge, nothing like this little blue shrimp who’d only come up to your stomach if it was standing
>Then again, she had said pegasus ‘p0ny’
“Wait… what about magic? I asked how to get home”
>The p0ny shuffles a bit, clearly worried about Gus
>???: “Well-um whatever happened to… you, sounds like something magical”
>She wasn’t being sarcastic or facetious…
>Which meant magic was a real thing in this world
>To be honest, what you saw and felt back in the water was unmistakably… unnatural
“Ok so… how does this ‘magic’ work?”
>???: “You’d have to get a unicorn to help you”
>Unicorns?
>Ok, you knew what those were
>Holy fuck Anon, what have you gotten yourself into?
>Gus had gotten tired of watching you two talk by now and instead went to go lay down next to the sled
>You can see the pony physically relax from his departure

“Do these unicorns… talk too?”
>???: “Ah yeah, all ponies can talk. Are you stupid or something?”
>Well, looks like she’s back to her bitchy self
“Where can I find one?”
>???: “Let me go and I’ll show you”
>Brief silence
“How do I know you won’t just take off?”
>She surprisingly puts on a sincere face though you can’t shake the feeling that it’s appears a bit… hollow
>???: “I didn’t know you were lost before. Besides, helping you helps me get out of all this”
>Now you have a choice to make
>Trust the p0ny and let it guide you to a unicorn
>Or
>Keep her tied up, rotting away in this cave
>You eye up the p0ny, examining her head to toe-err hoof
>She was only slightly bigger than Gus
>That kick yesterday just caught you by surprise, this thing couldn’t possibly pack enough muscle to fight you off
>Maybe you should make a leash?
>Somehow you knew that would just make her more pissed off than being in her current state
>Fine.
>You would untie her bindings, keeping her in view as she lead the way
>Her wing was still damaged and you’d keep it tied, so she couldn’t fly away
>And that injured leg would make her slow for sure
“Fine. Deal”
>You get uncomfortably close to her to undo the rope
>She doesn’t say anything while you do so, just waiting for it to be over
“Now no funny business, alright?”
>Her silence serves as her answer as you continue breaking down the knots
>She doesn't struggle or move while you did this
>Good. She had stayed true to her word
>Finally you finish and she starts to stand up
>She’s going about it pretty slow, maybe she was really hur-
>Instantly, she springs up and hits you in the chest with all four of her hooves

>You're sent flying back, about a good foot or two onto your back
>Because you’re so lucky, you ended up landing directly on a protruding rock, digging into your one lung
>God, the pain...
>You lay there in agony for about 10 seconds until you finally realize what just happened
>You get up, pushing against the cold floor while trying to catch your breath
>She was already gone
>Fuck, this was NOT good!
>She was your only lead to getting back home
>Scrambling to your feet, you pick up your bowie
>Gus was now standing on full alert, but confused on what to do
>That p0ny wasn’t planning on helping you
>In fact, she was probably heading for whatever herd she came from to tell them how you had kidnapped and almost killed her…
>This was bad
>REALLY BAD
>You manage to give an attentive whistle to Gus, who charges out of the cave after the p0ny
>You hurry wrapping up the mending rope in a loop of string which you sling over your shoulder
>For an instant, you mind finds the roscoe in the sled
>But you decide against it
>There was no doubt that this little stunt had won her a place on your shit list
>But you couldn’t kill her
>That p0ny was getting you and Gus home, whether she wanted to or not
>Determination flows through your very core as you take off sprinting after Gus
>And that annoying little p0ny

>http://youtu.be/ydQaEkOIpdY
>The calm stillness of dusk is shattered as your boots crash against the forest floor
>You had completely lost sight of the p0ny and Gus almost as soon as the chase gave way
>Damn, she was fast
>This kind of speed, of course, you expected from any health equine
>No matter how small her legs were, that pony still had four of them
>But the cannon of her one front leg on had been torn apart by Gus’s fangs
>Running like that would no doubt cause great pain
>Still, she forced herself to run despite it
>Any other time, you would have admired the p0ny’s determination
>…if,that is, her determination didn’t conflict with yours
>That blue bitch was your only way to getting to one of these unicorns
>Though that’s was implying she was telling the truth… which obviously was questionable at this point
>Whatever it may be, she was all you had to go on
>Your only hope of getting out of this place
>She couldn’t get away
>Even if you had to get Gus to drag back her, mauled
>Leaping over a rotten log keeps you from losing speed
>You were now following the sound of Gus’ vigorous barking to keep up with the two
>You're starting to run out of breath, this was taking too long
>She was fast, but not lightening fast
>Why hadn’t Gus caught her yet?
>Directly ahead of, you hear some thrashing as well as Gus’ bark getting closer
>As you approach, you see the mutt had gotten himself tangled in some kind of small briar patch
>So that’s why…
>You probably should of guessed before.
>Gus was used to running on wide, compact snow lined with bare dead trees
>Not dense jungle-forests where every square inch was lined with ensnaring vegetation

>You run right past him; He could get out himself and would catch up later
>Besides, there was no mistaking the blur of blue running past a tree ahead of you
>You take off with a new energy, imagining you are back on the farm training with Ned
>Last sprint, Last time to give it your all
>You're now within yards of  the now exhausted, limping p0ny
>She was having trouble with the foliage too, and she knew it
>But now you both were exiting the forest, stumbling upon an unpaved dirt road
>It was huge, so it being formed by the scurrying feet of wildlife was out of the question
>Someone had made this road
>Someone with hands… a human
>This was best thing you had found all day… but not just for you
>For as soon as she made it to the middle of the road, she reveres back on her hind legs and cups her hooves around her mouth
>???:“SOMEP0NY! ANYP0NY! HEL-“
>You didn’t even try to add any form to your tackle
>You just dropped your shoulder and plowed right into the p0ny’s side
>Launching you both into the bushes on the opposing side of the road
>You struggle around for awhile as she continues to try kicking and… did she just try to give you an uppercut?!
>The wrestling last for only a few seconds
>Despite the impressive strength for her size, you towered over her
>Finding her sore leg, you purposely stomp on it
>She lets out a yelp and for brief moment tenses up in pain
>You take the chance and pin her facedown into the ground, un-slinging the rope
>As you reach down, she shoots her head backwards
>Head-butting you right in the jaw
>Hard.
>You start to tumble backwards as she manages to get up again
>Oh no you don’t, you're coming with me!
>You grab her from behind, bringing her back into your chest as you fall

>You fall back into a tree and roughly slide down its trunk
>Ignoring your throbbing chin, you quickly put the little devil in a choke hold
>Well, not really a choke hold
>The inside of your elbow comes to sit over her snout, so you weren’t actually choking her
>Just trying to keep her still and quiet till you figured something out
>You hear her trying to mumble something but it’s suppressed by the layers of your skin and muscle
>At first, you were afraid she’d bite but it seems she’s not resorting to that…. yet
>You pull her in tighter to your chest, trying anything to keep her from moving
>And that’s when you hear it…
>Both you instantly stop and freeze as the sound of galloping hooves comes into ear shot
>They’re not running… must be a small group walking by
>That or a creature with about dozen of hooves
>You wouldn’t be surprised
>You both are frozen stiff until they come close enough up the road for you to see them through the brush
>....
>Wait, what?
>More ponies, it would seem
>There were five ponies walking side by side, about to pass your position
>They… were all different colors
>Each had their own coat of a solid shade. There was pink, orange, purple, yellow and white
>You could see they also each had birthmarks on their hind quarters, but they were too hard to distinguish from your distance and angle
>What the hell was this?
>Sure, your p0ny’s cyan color was a bit weird but nothing like this
>At least one was white, which seemed a little more natural
>Except…

>Oh Jesus Christ
>There was a horn... coming out of its head, as well as the purple one
>Unicorns.
>Maybe your luck had finally changed
>Additional, noticed the yellow one had wings like your blue captive
>The others… didn’t have anything unusual… just regular ponies perhaps
>Well, except for the cowboy hat the orange one was sporting
>What the hell…
>Staring, you become bewildered for the moment
>You're snapped back to reality as your p0ny tries to wrestle furiously out of your grip
>Your arms contract like a vice but she is now screaming through your elbow
>Swiftly drawing back your elbow, you replace its spot with your hand
>Squeezing her snout tightly to keep it shut
>Whoever these ponies were, they’d probably not take kindly to you for holding one of their fellow ponies against their will
>Then again who knows, you could assume that not everyp0ny knew or liked one another
>Plans dance around in your head as the white one call out, hoof raised to her mouth
>???: “Rainbow! Where are you?!”
>She looks around awaiting an answer, deeply concerned
>The orange one follows up, much louder
>???:”RE'INBOW!”
>They all stopped walking in front of your hiding spot looking all around for a response
>The purple unicorn is the next to speak, addressing the group
>???:”We’ve been searching all day and still no sign of her…”
>Hmm, so they are looking for someone… more precisely a ‘her’
>At first, you didn’t understand the blatant shouting of the word ‘rainbow’ until you noticed the multicolored mane pressed against your face
>It was a name.
>Her name
>Rainbow
>Well, that must have been hard growing up with…
>You’re really struggling to keep -‘Rainbow’- restrained now

>The tone they were using suggested they were worried about her
>Needlessly to say, them finding you in your current situation would not end well
>They'd probably stomp you to death or something for kidnapping
>They were equines after all, talking or not
>No.
>You needed to find a way to get one of those two unicorns to send you home
>But none of them would help you right now
>The pink one pipes up, its voice a noticeably higher pitch than the others
>???:”Maybe she just went back to Cloudsdale for…”
>Her head shoots around as if trying to find some logical excuse
>???:”something...”
>The group continues to discuss what to do, all taking part in the discussion except the yellow one
>You hear the words Cloudsdale and P0nyville thrown around a lot
>They sounded like places… other forests?
>No, the p0nyVILLE implied something like a village
>Did ponies here have villages?
>Yeah right, maybe if they had something to build with
>Hooves aren’t really cut out to be the great crafting instruments your meat claws were…
>However that still left the possibility of human built villages, seeing the man-made road and all
>Though you don't know why people here would be naming their towns after talking wildlife
>As you continue to listen while keeping your tight grip on Rainbow, you hear a subtle snap from across the road
>Your heart stops as you see Gus, partially hidden in the underbrush, had stepped clumsily on a twig
>Dammit, your cover is blown now!
>…
>Wait, they didn’t even notice…?
>But something that close should have alarmed any woodland critter

>In fact, these ponies did look as if they were… out of place
>They were constantly scanning the woods
>Sure, they were looking for Rainbow too but it was how they were doing it
>They… didn’t trust these woods or whatever was inside them
>You could even say they feared them
>One thing was for certain, they weren’t from around here
>You stare daggers at Gus not to move anymore
>Of course, he couldn't see you… Let alone read your intentions if he could
>Yet, you are somehow able to reach him from across the road with your thoughts and Gus stays put
>The Sun had started to fall and the ponies now look to the sky
>The purple (who seems to be the leader of the group) turns to face everyone
>???:”Ok girls, we tried our best but we won’t be able to find anything wandering around the Everfree Forest at night”
>She walks past the group and back down the way they came
>???[defeated]:”I’ll have Spike write a letter to Princess Celestia tonight. Tomorrow, we will be able to gather a larger search party for Rainbow.”
>The ponies heads, including the purple one, hang low in failure and frustration
>Then you hear what you think is a squeak from the yellow one
>???[scared]:”Umm- Twi-Twilight. Will Rainbow be-e alright?”
>You are able to get a good look at her face
>She’s almost on the verge of tears
>The purple p0ny (whose name is apparently Twilight) turns and approaches her
>Twilight: “Fluttershy…”
>She raises and places her one hoof on the yell- Fluttershy’s shoulder
>Twilight:”Rainbow is one of the bravest, most strongest ponies I have ever met. I know she’ll be ok, ok?”
>Fluttershy (living up to her name) gives the tiniest nod
>Soon, they are all moving out of the forest

>You wait about 10 minutes after they leave
“So, Rainbow is it?”
>No answer
>She’s probably more furious than ever, seeing how her best chance of getting out of this mess just walked right past her
>You didn’t care about that though
>You cared about getting home
“Ok, here’s the deal…All I want is to get out of this crazy world of yours and back to mine, ok?”
>When you didn’t receive any acknowledgement the second time, you realize you were still pinching her muzzle shut
>You relax you grip, hand still hovering in case she tried to scream for help again
>Nope.
>Nothing
“You ARE going to convince those unicorns to send me back, got it?”
>She as quiet as can be
“And if you try to run awa-“
>You move your hand just in time as the Rainbow’s teeth snap at your fingers
>Oh no, not this time
>You pin her down using all your weight
>She squirms but its only digging herself a hole in the ground
>Rainbow:”GET-T OFF!”
>You waste no time reaching for the bundle of rope next to you to redo her ties
>Because of the... particular circumstances, you can’t recreate the complex set of loops you had earlier
>Instead you go for the quick all-around cocoon style, which would still keep her contained
>However its simplicity calls for you to wrap the whole thing pretty tight, including the areas around her broken wing and damaged hoof
>You’d notice the leg’s bandages were now slowly coming apart and had gained a new shade of red
>This wasn’t going to feel pleasant
>The p0ny winces, trying to hide showing pain as you pull the cords taut

>Rainbow:”You freak! When I get out of here, I’m-“
>You finish with a lope around her snout
>You didn’t like being called a freak
>That and her colossal ego of talking shit to someone, who not a day before had had a knife at her throat
>You stand up and, very awkwardly, pick her up
>It was dark now, and you needed to get to cave
>You’d have tomorrow to try with the unicorns
>You began walking with Rainbow tucked under your one arm like a sack of potatoes while your other hand grasped the bowie
>She begins to thrash about like a maniac, at least until Gus came out of hiding to greet you
>That’s when she DID become a sack of potatoes, unmoving and lifeless
>She was really petrified of Gus…
>Well, there’s no doubt you scare her a little too
>You continue along back to your cave
>For a moment, you can’t help but put yourself in her shoes- well, horseshoes
>She not only crashes, giving her an injured wing but is later captured by two strange creatures from another world both of which had tried to kill her at one time or another
>Your pity for her doesn’t last long however
>You had tried to explain your situation to her
>Tried to be nice
>You trusted her to help you and all you got was your ass handed to you on a stone cold floor
>Keeping your eyes low to the ground, your mind continues to buzz
>You didn’t like this
>You -were- technically the bad guy in all of this
>She probably saw you as some kind of monster from a fairy tale
>You mentally shrug
>You didn’t care what she thought of you
>Didn’t care what anything here thought of you

>But those unicorns were in cahoots with your fruity colored p0ny, either as friends or relatives
>You NEEDED Rainbow to get them to help you
>And the only way she was every going to help you was to convince her too
>That… would be difficult
>Impossible.
>You make it into the cave and plop her down at the far end of the cave, in between the sled and the entrance
>Rainbow struggles against the ropes a bit after you turn your back, but you don’t take notice
>It had been a long day and she wasn’t getting out quite that easily
>As you make your way to the sled, you see Gus had already made himself cozy by its side
>His yellow threatening eyes locked firmly on something behind you… Rainbow of course
>For an instance when you are walking past him to get to your sleeping bag, he shoots you a quick but solid look
>What are we going to do with it? What are YOU going to do?
>Even if he wasn’t blurting out well-spoken English, you knew that’s what he was saying
>You break the glance, slipping into your sleeping bag and turning your face towards the wall
“…I don’t know”
>You drift asleep