Hey guys. This is my first fanfic so please don't get to mad if my work isn't as amazing as some of the stuff on here. Thank you all for taking the time to read my not so perfect fantasies of Equestria. Well let's get too it! Anything in parenthesis is the main characters inner thoughts. In this story the ponies are about up to my waist. Celstia is up to my nose and Luna is about chest height. Fillies are about knee height.
(That's funny. I don't remember falling asleep in a forest. That's strange. I don't even remember where I fell asleep.). I notice a painful throbbing in my leg. There is a very large piece of wood from what looks like an oak tree on it. (Oh shit…I should call the police.).I reach into my back pocket to find my phone but it's not there. (That's ok. I don't even remember the number for the police anyway.). My leg hurts like shit and my pants are stained with what looks like dried blood. But not from my leg. It is on the other side and it looks like a splatter more than a wound. Like something was cut and its blood splattered on me.
I should probably explain what I look like now. I have shaggy shoulder length dark brown hair. This accompanies my almost black, brown eyes. I'm about 6'1 and weigh around 180 pounds, I'm also pretty muscular.. At the moment I'm wearing a purple V-neck t-shirt with black horizontal lines tracing the entire surface of the shirt. I'm also wearing a black pair of super skinny jeans. I'm guessing this would be my normal outfit. But I can't remember.
My vision is a little bit blurred but I can see a…zebra? Yup, it's a zebra. It's wearing weird jewelry. What the fuck am I on? I'm fucking hallucinating a zebra. Well I guess I should just cast out all logic for the moment since I can't even remember how old I am. And then the creepiest thing happened. The zebra talked. She had a heavy Jamaican accent.
"Are you alright mon'?" said the zebra.
"Am I dead?" I responded, dumbfounded.
"answer mah' question first."
"I don't think so."
"No you are not dead. I am Zacora. Who are you mon'?"
"I'm Hunter Trask."
She invited me to her lodge after I managed to push off the piece of wood giving out the occasional scream or two. So I dragged myself over trying not to realize how painful it was. Her cottage looked like what a witch doctor might have. Then I saw the huge bubbling cauldron. She gave me a bowl and a towel and told me to clean out my wound with the purple liquid in the bowl. (This is really weird shit)
"Are there any other people around?" I say expecting an answer.
"What's ah people?" she responds surprisingly calm tone.
"Answer my question first."
"If yah mean pony then yes. Now answer mine."
"I'm a person. And I would like you to take me to town. I think I'm going to need a job if this is my new home. And thanks Zacora. The wound is already healing."
"No problem mon'."
Well guys that was the first chapter. I hope you all enjoyed and I'd like some feedback if possible. So comment away. Thank you all and I'll see you next time! BYYEEE, (Brohoof)