Etpinego/ Applejack
Twilight Sparkle

“So which way?” I asked over my shoulder to the injured woman resting against my back as the path came to a fork.

I felt her rustle a little, trying to get a better look at the path in front of us before pointing down the corridor on the left. As she rested her head against my back again I hoisted her a little higher up so as to get a better grip on her legs that were currently wrapped around my waist before continuing on down the path.

Moving along as best as I could with my cargo; I thought back to the events that had transpired ever since we were attacked in that clearing by the stream. After the demise of the pack Etpinego and I just stared at each other for what seemed like hours as we both tried to understand what had just happened. It wasn’t until the trickle of blood that was going down her face reached her chin and a single crimson drop fell onto her breast that I was knocked out of my stupor.

Rushing to her side, I knelt down and reached out to cup her face; but instead she jerked her head back with a look in her eye that I could only describe as wariness.

“It’s alright Etpinego,” I told her in the most reassuring voice I could muster, “I’m just trying to help. You’re injured.” I told her gesturing to the blood on her face.

She reached a hand to her face, while keeping an eye on me, and touched the liquid there before pulling it away to look at it. Hoping that she now realized her situation I tried again to examine her injuries, and luckily this time she allowed me. Cupping her face in the palm of my hands I realized another thing about whatever species she was. What I had thought was just tanned skin was actually a layer of really fine fur whose texture reminded me of the feel of velvet. Which raised the question again of what was she?

‘Just another thing to add to my list of ‘What the fucks’ so far.’ I bemused to myself as I pushed it to the back of my mind to focus on trying to stop her bleeding.

Luckily with a quick examination and some reassuring words to help her keep calm whenever I hit a sensitive spot, the wound turned out to be just a minor laceration. Probably not even deep enough to warrant stitches, but being a head wound it was still bleeding quite heavily so I had to find a way to patch it up. Remembering my backpack I swiftly ran off into the woods, back the way I had come from until I came to the tree where I had left it. Without even stopping I snatched the bag and ran back to the clearing, finding Etpinego where I had left her so abruptly with a slightly concerned look on her face at my sudden departure.

Now I didn’t have any medical equipment in my bag, but I did have good ol’ fashioned ingenuity and that would just have to work. Ripping open one of the many zippers I quickly started throwing items aside as I searched for the items I needed. Soon enough I found them, a clean canvas parts bag from my scrounge bag and my green fleece watch cap. Having what I needed I shoved all the other items back in before zipping it closed.

Going over to Etpinego I showed her the items in my hands as she raised a dainty eyebrow in confusion.

“Alex eol lec c’el ser e lec sel aouzl?” I heard her ask and even if I didn’t understand the language, I still got the message that she wasn’t entirely sure what I was planning.

With a sigh I placed the parts bag on top of my head and then pulled the cap over it, effectively holding the bag in place. “See, it’s a bandage for your head.”

Once I had demonstrated my idea to her, she gave a nod in approval as I took off the hat and handed her the canvas bag, which she placed on top of her head like I had shown her. While she continued to apply pressure with the bag I went about cleaning the blood off her face with another parts bag that I had wetted with some water from my jug. After cleaning the blood off of her face I had to pause because of the blood that had managed to drip down onto her breast, and I figured it wouldn’t be prudent to start molesting her all for the sake of cleanliness.

“Uh, Etpinego…” I waited till she looked me in the eye, because with years of Air Force Sexual Assault briefings under my belt I wanted to make sure that my statement was understood. Language barrier be damned. “I think it would be best if you cleaned the rest.”

She looked down at the blood on her chest as I simulated scrubbing on my chest and pointing to her supple orbs. Yet, for what seemed like an non-ending cycle ever since I had arrived in this forest, I was surprised as she instead just jutted out her chest towards me so as to give me an easier time cleaning them…I hoped. I sat stunned for a moment having never come upon such a situation like this before and my mind didn’t quite know what to make of these strange but not unwanted turn of events. One side of my conscious was yelling at me that this was some kind of trap in a very familiar fictional admiral’s voice, while the other side just had one thing to say…gigitty.

Figuring I might as well throw caution to the wind and logic out the window, I reached forward with the wet bag and began to go to work, all the while keeping a mental journal of this event for future use.

‘Dear diary…jackpot!’ I inwardly mused as I mentally patted myself on the back with each caress of those perfectly shaped globes.

Even with my good fortune I didn’t want it to seem that I was being lecherous with her by taking too long. So with enough willpower to rival a Catho-, I mean Buddhist monk, I finished as efficiently as possible and placed the now bloody bag back in my backpack. After all, no reason to leave trash in the forest.

Placing the pack on my back I removed her hand from the bag on top of her head to make sure that the bleeding had stopped. Once I am satisfied that the makeshift gauze had done its job in stopping the flow I placed the watchcap on top of her head over the parts bag to hold it all in place. Pleased with my first aid ability, I placed the stampede string of her cowboy hat around her neck, as we each shared a smile before I stood up and offered my hand to help her up.

As she applied weight to her right leg she let out a hiss of pain as she quickly lifted the sore foot. I helped her back down to the ground to take a look at the affected appendage. Grabbing her leg by the calf, I took a quick look at her swollen ankle, taking note of its purple color even under the tan colored fur.

I was a little loss for a moment on what to do because I still needed to get her and myself out of here but she wasn’t going anywhere on that ankle. So I began running ideas through my head.

‘Even if I make a splint for her ankle it’s not like she is going to be able to walk on it at any decent speed, and I don’t have anything I can wrap around her ankle to help with that swelling. Paracord would just cut into her ankle and would begin to hurt. But maybe I could make some kind of sled with some branches and paracord.’ I thought idly to myself, ‘No, that won’t work in this thick of underbrush. What if I built some kind of cart? Nah, how would I make the wheels...?’

I continued running one idea after another and found each one crazier than the last as I paced back and forth muttering to myself. It wasn’t until I felt a tug at my pant’s leg that I paused in mid-thought about a giant wooden badger to look down at my companion who was currently looking up at me with her lips turned down in a frown and her ears splayed backwards. I knew women enough to know what that look was, she was irritated with me.

“What?” I asked a little annoyed at having my train of thought derailed, but I was still concerned about what she thought was so important enough to warrant it.

“Alex ei c’el zasun my? Ip ki moi c’el zosy fi kiss jevy qi. Ligo c’el soop ew ip ew que flex Ip Qeg.”

I gave a sigh as she got done with, what I could only assume was, lecturing to me about something that I was doing wrong. This language barrier was becoming a little bit of a headache as I rubbed the bridge of my nose. “Look Etpinego, you’re a really cute… whatever you are, like smoking hot, but I have no idea what the fuck you’re saying.”

Growling in frustration she motioned with one of her hands to come closer. With a growl of my own at having this small female trying to boss me around, I begrudgingly took a knee before her. As soon as I was within arms reach she turned me around to where I was now facing away from her, and I felt her begin to pull at my backpack.

“Etpi! What are you doing?” I asked as she continued to tug, slowly working the bag off of my shoulders.

Suddenly a light bulb went off in my head as she finally worked the bag off, that she wanted me to carry her on my back. With this new information I moved my bag and her bag to my chest, using the buckles and straps on the backpack to secure it around my waist, before grabbing her hands to help her climb on. Once her arms were wrapped loosely around my neck and I had looped my arms under each of her toned thighs. When I made my way to my feet I was actually surprised at how light she felt, but contributed most of this to the bags around my front helping to counterbalance her weight.

After a brief moment to ensure that the weight was equally distributed I gave a cheeky smile to my passenger, “So where to milady?”

At this point the language barrier wasn’t even an issue, as we both wished to leave our little spot by the stream. With a point and a gentle “Lex dec.” we were on our way.

That was I guess a little over three hours and four rest stops ago, and the sun was now low in the sky and just beginning to turn a warm orange. I figured that we might have to make camp for the night soon if we didn’t get out of this damned forest. Although I was a little wary to spend another night here after our last encounter with the local wildlife.

Being as neither I nor Etpinego could really talk with one another for obvious reasons, plus it seemed that the knock to her head made her a little dizzy so she mainly dozed off on my back leaving my mind to wander. At first I dwelled upon my good luck to basically have a naked woman with the body of a playmate pressed up against my back, and how certain ones of those attributes felt oh so good. But eventually I found myself dwelling on the more pressing and relevant questions to me. Like where the fuck was I?

I may not be an expert in the fields of Biology and Anthropology, but I’m sure I would have heard about animal/women hybrids with shit brick house proportions and giant wooden zombie wolves at some point in my 28 years of living; especially the busty hybrids. Being a maintainer it’s no secret that we’re all just a bunch of horn dogs, and there’s no maintainer worth his salt in the world that wouldn’t have known about a girl like Etpinego if she existed on Earth.

That in itself posed it’s own questions. If I can conclude that this wasn’t Earth then where was it, and how did I get here? Logically one would think falling out of a plane flying around four hundred miles per hour at an altitude of thirty-five thousand feet would kill you deader than a doornail. I should be at such an extreme level of dead that they’d have to create a new word to describe how dead I was, like… cadaverific. Yet here I was feeling perfectly fine, minus the random scratches and bruises from my previous tussle.

But if I continued to throw logic out the window it opened up a whole assload of what ifs. Maybe I was dead and this is some version of the afterlife. Or maybe I had been transported to some other planet like that piece of shit Disney movie they made a couple years back. Or maybe I was transported to a future where Etpinego’s people now ruled the world and human’s are being used as sex slaves, but a quick look over my shoulder at the woman who had once again fallen asleep quickly crushed that idea. I really needed to lay off the porn some… maybe… better to get out of here first before making any life changing decisions like that.

After a while though I had run out of ideas and had settled on just humming an old country song that I used to play with my dad around many a campfire growing up. The song reminded me of a life that I hoped that I would get to see again. Strangely enough I thought that I heard Etpinego humming the same song as she drifted in and out of sleep.

As we continued on, the path eventually lead to a clearing at what looked like what was hopefully the edge of the forest. My eyes followed on down the trail till I saw what appeared to be some kind of village. Said village appeared to be populated if the smoke that was rising from the thatched roofs were any indication. Unfortunately I couldn’t make out much more than that due to the town being hidden behind a ridge.

“Hey Etpinego-,” I spoke over my shoulder to my sleeping passenger. I waited for a moment till I felt her lift her head from my back before I nodded in the direction of the town with my own head, “- looks like we made it.”

Etpinego was happy to say the least as I felt her begin to pat me on the shoulder and bounce up and down in my handgrip, “Kiss ni xivi tehvriv, el ori ai assed quio pa! Nyx spasi vaoli eh pel fi osti!”

Even though I didn’t know what the hell she was saying I had to smile at her enthusiasm, and I was happy that she would soon be seeing her family and getting medical attention soon. Plus I held out a little bit of hope that I could get help here in finding a way back home.

I moved to continue towards the town, before I was suddenly blinded by a flash of white light. My first reaction was to ensure the safety of my injured charge, as I dove to the ground shielding her with my body as best I could from the light. As my vision slowly returned I could hear the shuffling sound of people behind me, before I heard a feminine voice talk sternly to me I could only guess.

“Fego haec my Etpinego eh huva qeo erc whyir siz.”

Turning around I could see that we now had a welcoming committee, although their sudden appearance and look had me quite confused. There were five of them, all women it seemed, four of them were white in color and were dressed in some kind of golden armor. Bronze, I could only assume because it’d be pretty impractical to be dressed in gold. They were positioned two on each side of the woman in the middle.

She looked to be about the same age and height as Etpinego and while maybe not as curvy, her body was definitely nothing to snuff at. But what really confused me about her were some of the more glaring details, detail like her lavender coloring. Her hair and tail coloring was a rich deep purple with a pink highlight streaking down the middle of both like some kind of purple skunk. Her violet colored eyes were currently narrowed at me dangerously, but even those weren’t the strangest things I had seen that day. No it was the twelve inch fluted horn sticking out of her forehead and the pair of feathered wings on her back that were the same lavender color as the rest of her body; the wings that were fluttering in obvious agitation.

I was speechless for the briefest of moments before speaking the first thing that came to my mind.

“What…the…fuck.”

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Edit: Because some people wanted a version with the translated Equis I decided to link it here.