Thomas groaned wearily. Everything hurt, especially his head. The floor was carpeted with a soft material. After regaining his senses, he looked around to see he was in the room of someone who must have really liked purple. The drapes, carpet, walls and even sheets on the exceptionally large bed were all different shades of purple. He looked out the open window and saw the moon slowly rising in the evening sky.

Thomas wondered how long he’d been out. The last thing he remembered was picking out cereal at the grocery store. It was a little before noon then. He tried to move a bit, but whatever he’d just gone through left his legs wobbly.

Suddenly the large doors flung open. Someone yelled “seize him!” and Thomas was hurled across the room and pressed against the wall. When he recovered his senses, Thomas looked down to see two large spears pointed directly at his throat. The wielders of the spears were two large men in dark blue armor.

Before Thomas could ask any questions, his eyes focused on movement over by the doors. Cautiously he looked up to behold a stunning sight. It was an exceptionally large woman with dark violet skin wearing an even darker dress. She wore a metal necklace engraved with the crest of the moon. Her hair sparkled with starlight and seemed to wave on its own off to the side. She seemed to have another bit of hair flowing behind her, though it looked to be coming from her backside. Her face was elongated like that of a horse and she had a horn sticking out of her forehead. She stepped gracefully in Thomas’ direction. Her expression was cold and her eyes held the weight of authority.

Then Thomas’ eyes fell on the black splotch on her exposed thigh which also held a crescent moon. In that instant Thomas realized where he was and who he was looking at.

Large wings spread behind her back to make her look more imposing as she spoke in a bellowing voice. “TELL US WHO YOU ARE AND WHAT YOU ARE DOING HERE!”

For a moment, Thomas had almost forgotten his own name. “I don’t know,” he stuttered fearfully as his mind raced to make sense of the situation.

The purple woman regarded Thomas thoughtfully. Her horn, which he’d just now noticed had been glowing, slowly went dark as Thomas slid down to the floor in a sitting position. Though the guards kept their spears trained on him. “WE ASK AGAIN, WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” Even though her voice was still booming, it seemed to have been muted slightly.

“Uh, my name is Thomas. And I don’t know what I’m doing here,” he insisted honestly.

The purple woman raised an eyebrow. “DOST THOUGH EXPECT US TO BELIEVE IT POSSIBLE TO CIRCUMVENT THE HEAVIEST SECURITY IN THE LAND AND BREACH THE ROYAL BED CHAMBERS OF PRINCESS LUNA... ALL BY ACCIDENT?”

“Um…” Thomas hesitated. “Maybe?” It was clear that this was not the answer she was looking for. “Look I’m sorry, Princess. I honestly don’t know how I got here. One minute I was buying groceries and the next I’m here. I didn’t mean to slip by security or anything. The last thing I remember was this swirling black vortex and suddenly…”

“Black vortex?” Luna cut him off, now speaking in a relatively normal voice. She waved her hand and the guards retracted their spears and stood at attention. Even with their helmets down, it was clear they were giving Thomas a death glare. “Stand,” the purple woman commanded.

Thomas did so as quickly as he dared so as not to startle the men with spears. Once Thomas had stood to full height, he suddenly realized just how tall Luna was. She must have been at least 8 feet high, not counting the horn. She seemed to look down at Thomas from between her breasts, which he just realized were an exceptional size. He squirmed uncomfortably beneath the weight of her gaze.

“What are you?” Luna asked as she leaned in to get a better look.

Thomas did his best not to stare at her breasts. “I… I’m a human.”

Luna’s ears twitched as she tilted her head inquisitively. “Human?”

“Do you know what that is?” Thomas asked, trying to calm things down.

“We have only heard of such creatures in legend,” Luna explained. “There are stories that date back to before the formation of the Equestrian nation, but we have encountered no evidence that such creatures exist. So tell me, Thomas was it, how a creature of legend came to find himself in our bedroom?”

“Like I said, there was that weird vortex that sucked me in and suddenly I was here.” Thomas went into greater detail of what the vortex looked like.

Luna stroked her chin ponderously. “Your description reminds us of something Celestia had been working on with dear Starswirl: a portal to another universe.”

“A portal?” Thomas was surprised at first, but it made sense. Now that he was calming down, he realized that the woman standing before him was indeed the Princess from the show he had enjoyed for several years now. However, she was humanoid, an anthro, not a pony. Quick glances at the guards showed they were also anthros. They had hooves in back, but they were gripping their spears with hands. While armor covered most of their bodies, their hips were bare, exposing their cutie marks for all to see. This may have been Equestria, but not the same one from the show.

“Yes. A portal,” Luna signaled her guards to lower their weapons and stand down as she continued. “Our sister tells us that she and Starswirl created many such devices that linked to other worlds. However, they learned that sometimes tears can open randomly without a stable door. Such events actually happen quite often, but usually high in the sky or deep underground where no pony notices. It is rare for a portal to occur at ground level and even rarer for some pony to fall in.”

“What does that mean for me?” Thomas asked worriedly.

Luna folded her arms and spoke solemnly. “It means that since we do not know where you came from, it is next to impossible to send you back.”

“Oh. I see,” Thomas lowered his head as realization donned upon him. He couldn’t go home. He’d never see his family again. He was trapped.

Again Luna’s ear flicked at the sight of the young human looking so pitiful. She reached under his chin and lifted his face to meet hers. She smiled warmly. “Do not fret, young Thomas. We shall go to Celestia and see what we can gleam from the notes of dear Starswirl. In the meantime…” she paused to consider her next choice of words, “we shall take you into our care as one of our servants.”

And here I start another, more light-hearted story. Hopefully this one will be more well received.

Please let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcome.