Welcome back! This is the last page of exposition before the first episode! This chapter also took a couple of rewrites, not nearly as much as the last chapter, but still.

Anyway, get to reading! If you don't mind that is... :)

I recovered quickly, considering I was just about ground to a pulp in the forest that night. Four days and I'm back on my feet, er-hooves, I should say, again.I decided to get a better look at myself in the mirror by the door. Damn, sleeker and smoother than I pictured, I can't believe I didn't get screwed over. That sleek dark red coat and the less fashionable bed-head mane. I mat it down as best as I can and get a look at this cutie mark I only got to look at for six seconds.

A shield? Are you kidding me? What the hell is this?

I would have been angrier about this, but really, there's bigger problems that that. Plus, who else would get a chance to see themselves in pony form? I smiled, knowing that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

"Well," I heard a familiar say over my shoulders, "somepony's feeling better, aren't they?"

I turn around to see Fluttershy, obviously glad to see me better than when she found me. "Oh, uh, yes," I replied, "Much better."

"How's your leg?" she asked, "Can you walk on it?"

That timberwolf did quite a number on it. "Well, it still hurts, but I can walk just fine."

"And your back?"

"Better," I tell her. "I think all that rest really helped."

"Well, that's good," she told me, "I'm glad you're feeling better."

It's all too unreal though. I practically had my back broken on the tree and the stone. How could I be better in just four days? "I most certainly am," I tell her, and then add, "Thanks for taking care of me."

"Don't mention it," she replied, not turning red this time, finally. I guess by the hundredth time, she probably got used to it.

"Do you need anything? A glass of water? Something to eat?" she asked me.

"No thanks," I start. Then, I realize that while I'm better now, I should start helping her out in exchange for her hospitality. "Do you need help with anything?"

"Huh?" she asked, confused.

"I can move around just fine. I think it's about time you had some help around here," I reply. Honestly, she does everything here by herself? That's a lot of stuff to do…

"Are you sure? You said your leg was still hurting and you're not entirely better," she tells me.

"Don't worry. I'm fine. It's really nothing," I told her.

I've been bed-ridden for four days. It's about time I move these goddamn limbs. I still need practice to get accustomed to this pony body.

"If you say so," she told me as we walked out of the room, "I have a lot to do today, but I'll start you off easy."

I nodded. I'll do anything except…

She brought me over to the source. "You can start by taking care of Angel Bunny." That rabbit. That goddamn rabbit. Why does she even have it if all it does is be a jerk to everyone? He looked at me with those angry, beady eyes. An instant hatred sparked between the two of us.

"He can a bit of a handful sometimes," she warned me. A bit? God, you are quite the doormat." First, he needs to be fed," she told me. Sounds easy enough.

"But you'll probably need this," she added, as she handed me a book with a picture of an extravagant salad on it, as well a list of 20 step-by-step instructions on how to prepare it. And now the difficulty just jumped.

"All right," I say, trying not to just kill this rabbit on the spot, "what next?"

"After that, he needs a bath," she told me and then added, "and he gets bathed in there." She pointed to a metal container over by the wall, stood up on its side. At this point, I'd rather fake a leg cramp and crawl back into bed, I told myself, but this would be nice, and it might be one of the only chances to repay her.

"All right," I acknowledged her, "Anything else?"

"After that, the chickens need to be fed," she told me. Finally, something easy. "And, well, that's all I can think of right now."

"I can do that. And really, if you need anything else, just let me know," I told her.

"OK. If you don't mind," she told me.

"Really, I won't. But let's get started," I told her, "We have a lot to do today."

"All right, see you soon," she told me. I smiled and waved, then turned around to face that beady-eyed, white and fluffy leporine.

"Let's get this over with," I tell myself, walking into the kitchen for what I assume will be a nightmare.

First try? Nope. Second? Refused it again. Third? Not exactly. Fourth? Closer, but no. Fifth? Goddamn it, why bother?

I present the sixth try, and what do you know? He pushes the perfect salad away. Seriously, I spent twenty minutes on that one, half of it was rereading instructions for perfect placements. I sigh, and prepare to give up and call Fluttershy, but damn it, I will make this bunny eat, whether he likes it or not. I pushed it back to him. Looking confused, then angry, he pushes it back. Time to invade personal space.

Try being nice at first. "Look, I know you don't like anything unless it's perfect the first time, but you've got to stop being a picky eater. It's quite the inconvenience," I told him. He scoffs. Well, time to threaten.

"Look," I tell him, equally matching the anger in his eyes, "if you don't eat this right now, I will make sure you will never be able to eat anything for the rest of your life." He took it as a light threat. Now, I'm pissed. Time to pull out the big guns. Let's get physical, bitch.

I pick him up by his scrawny, white neck and pin him against the fridge. Now, it's starting to get to him. "Get off your damn high horse," I tell him. "I am bigger than you and could kill you instantly. The only thing stopping me right now is Fluttershy. She values your life. I don't. So, I suggest, instead of being picky, you eat your damn salad when prepared the first time, or you don't live to eat another one again." He nods, looking very nervous. "Good. Also, don't ever act that way to Fluttershy. Ever. You should have been grateful she kept your ass under this roof for everything you've done to her. If you belonged to me, I would have kicked your ass to the curb a long time ago." Man, this feels so good right now. "Third, and finally, and this should go without saying, don't fuss with other tasks. It doesn't matter what you don't want to do; it needs to be done. Understood?" He nods again, this time with a hard gulp.

Feeling satisfied with the amount of anger I lashed out on him, I let him go, to which he runs to the salad and begins eating. I smile at him. "Good. After that, we can get started on your bath," I tell him, and responds with a grunt. As I look around, I notice cans, bowls, and some food strewn on the floor. I never recalled this kitchen being this messy when I first came in. Well, I'd better add that to the list.

The kitchen now clean, I walk into the next room to get that metal bucket ready. Wow. That felt so good. In real life, I would have never even come close to doing that to someone else. I need to do that again sometime. Not just me, everyone needs to in this town. How do these ponies forgive that easy? Why am I finding all of this so frustrating right now? It's this damn place. They've conceived this place so that it can run this way. Jesus, it's annoying. Enough venting. His obedience will help Fluttershy in the future.

"Feed Angel. Check," I say to myself. This checklist just got easier.

No, my life here just got easier.

Much, much easier.

Seriously, I despise that rabbit. No one slaps Fluttershy in the face... So, to avoid further confrontation with him, I decided to put matters in my own hands.

Sorry for a shorter chapter, I just wanted another page of exposition before I get to the first episode. What did you think of this? Let me know.

Coming up...

"Look, I'm sorry that all of this happened. But you shouldn't seclude yourself away from everypony just for this."

"Let's go listen to some music."

"So much for coming in early..."

"Don't worry. Just enjoy the night. It's important that I get to where I need to be."

"Please be safe. I don't want to see you hurt again."

All that and more on the next chapter!