Serah felt warm; a pleasant change from waking up chilled to the bone in a dirty alleyway. But just because the morning had decided to treat her with some semblance of good will didn't make her want to greet it any time soon. She was tired, and needed whatever rest she could get.
But soon, more feelings came to her. Grass tickled her nose, and the ground was much too soft for concrete. And the heat was far too intense, seeming to come from inside of her as well as out.
Now fully alert, Serah's eyes shot open. A thick mass of the most vibrant grass imaginable clouded her vision, and only ended where the rich blue horizon began. She tried to push herself up off of the ground, but her movements were sluggish and uncoordinated, and she ended up flopped over on her side.
“Drugged?” she mumbled to herself, leaning her head over to look up. There was no one around; just the grass, some scattered trees, and a tan horse that was talking to itself.
“A horse talking to itself.” Serah ran that last part by herself again. She sighed, laying her head back down. “Definitely drugged...”
She lay still as she tried to process this new information, and kept per ears pierced for the sound of approaching footsteps. The only noises to be heard came from the horse, but that didn't put her at ease.
“Can't trust surroundings. Clearly suffering from an altered mind state; explains the fire in my gut, too.” Serah thought to herself. “Whoever drugged me hasn't noticed I'm awake yet, it seems. Have to strike fast.”
Unfortunately, moving fast was something her body did not want to do at the moment. Her limbs bicycled aimlessly, and she tried shifting her weight over. After a few moments she managed to right herself, more out of luck than anything else, and was able to get a better look at the small but talkative horse.
“Not just a talking horse; a talking unicorn pony.” she mused. “I wonder...”
Serah managed to maneuver her hand up to her forehead. Her eyes betrayed no emotion as a red hoof appeared where her hand and arm should have been, and she felt a long, hard protrusion coming from her head.
“Insane. If they can make this drug, why not sell it instead of using it as a knockout?” she wondered. “Unless these aren't just any assholes I'm dealing with...”
Knowing now that the body she felt herself in was not her own, Serah made the mental adjustments necessary to get all four of her limbs placed firmly on the soil, and lifted herself up to her full height.
The other unicorn still seemed to be talking to herself, and hadn't noticed Serah yet. Serah saw that they weren't as alone as she thought; many other ponies, some of the pegasus and unicorn variety, littered the field. Another one of them woke up, this one of the lime green variety, and with a controller of some sorts adorning his flanks.
Serah decided to check her own rear, and saw a twisted flame symbol resting upon her flank. At the same time, she noticed a shocking pink ponytail, clearly connected to her head and serving as her mane. A similar pink tail trailed behind her.
“The more things change, the more they stay the same...”
"Just what the hell am I...? And what is going on?" the tan pony asked aloud, the first words Serah had bothered to pay attention to.
“She doesn't know either?” Serah thought. “Could be a trick; can't let my guard down.”