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“Studying doesn’t happen to involve performing weird experiments, right?” The idea of them carving your body with you still alive is too prominent to ignore. Also, you remember the stereotype of aliens and anal probing. There are probably worse things you could imagine, but you decide not to.
 
“Will it hurt?” You probably have a worried look right now.
 
She giggles, “No, it won’t. I’m sure there are things you’d like to learn from us too.” Getting up on her hind legs, she… claps while making a squeal of delight. Maybe she’s not thinking of what’s happening right now… if an alien happened to appear on Earth, you guarantee humans wouldn’t be this friendly towards it. Such a strange species, these ponies.
 
“That’s great, Purple Sparkly… really great. I’ll teach you the ways of the Human race… but maybe after my ribs heal? It hurts to talk too much.” You feel something loosen around you, seeing the white one unbuckling the straps… although the other one looks at you with apprehension. Maybe he’s some sort of police officer? That spear is definitely meant to keep you in line… how is it floating there? Once they’re all undone, you take your time to sit up. The ceiling is closer than what you first thought, but I guess that makes sense considering how small they are. She also takes off the wires and pulls out the IV. You thank her, not knowing what else to do.
 
“I guess I don’t have a choice. But just to be sure, we humans have weak stomachs. If I’m to stay in this hospital, I can’t be fed any grasses or hay. I’ll need fruit or bread. That bottle of shampoo isn’t exactly part of our diet… although I think I remember it’s taste. I’m starving.” As you rub your stomach with your free hand, it’s apparent that you have no clothes… whatsoever. Not even a gown nor underwear. Good thing that blanket didn’t fall off the bed.
 
“Don’t worry,” she assures, “we’ll get something along the way. I should have brought paper and quill! I could be writing right now… need to remember that next time an alien visits us.”
 
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