Idle days part 2 (Redux)

>You Look around the house you entered and see shelves upon shelves stacked with one book after another

>Twilight’s place, how convenient (And this is the Twilight that predates her wings, mind you)

>You see Celestia, Luna and Twilight in the middle of the house

>Twilight: “Hello, Anon.”

Hi, Twilight. Sorry for the unannounced visit

>Luna: “What has brought you here, Anon?”

Oh, ya know. Just…Taking a Break. And you?

>Celestia: “We’re just visiting my faithful student…Now Twilight, you should-”

>You Interrupt Celestia Mid-sentence

Say Celestia, Sorry, Princess Celestia. There’s been something I’ve been wanting to ask you

>Celestia, Curious of your inquiring turns to Acknowledge you

>Celestia: “Yes?”

Are there any rulers who rule above you?

>Celestia: “No, I am the supreme ruler of Equestria”

Then shouldn’t you be called -Queen- Celestia?

>She seems stumped by this idea

>Celestia: “W-what?”

Well if you are the princess, and there is no King or Queen above you, then shouldn’t that make you Queen? Princess is a title held by whoever is next in line to become Queen.

>Celestia shifts her eyes around the room in thought

>Celestia: “I…Well that’s…umm”

>Celestia nudges Luna

>She whispers to Luna and Luna whispers back immediately

>Celestia: “Would you excuse us for a moment”

>Celestia encases herself and Luna into a transparent magical sphere

>No sound can be heard coming from within the sphere

>however, given the flailing of limbs, apparent shouting, and colorful body language/facial expressions coming from the both of them, its pretty easy to guess that they’re assigning blame

>Celestia and Luna finish and the sphere fades

>Celestia: “I’ll see you another day, Twilight. I have a lot to think about”

>Celestia and Luna leave with a flash of light and a loud crack

>Twilight: “Anon! That was the first time I’ve seen her in 3 months!”

>You shrug, Sort of feeling sorry for Twilight but not enough to be bothered by it

I couldn’t help but ask. That’s really been bothering me.

>Twilight: “Why did you come stumbling in anyway?”

>Not wanting to confess you ditched a friend, you fashion a quick lie off the top of your head

I…came over her to see Spike

>Twilight rolls her eyes

>Twilight: “Of course you did. SPIKE! You have company”

>Spike comes down the stairs

>Spike: “Hey, whats up!”

Nothing much, how ya been

>Spike: “Not too bad”

That’s cool

>The two of you proceed to do your secret handshake, starting with a brofist

>Twilight Sighs

>Twilight: “Boys…”

>As you and spike chat about absolutely nothing intelligent whatsoever, Twilight organizes her bookshelves before stopping to answer a knock at the door

>Its Rarity

>Rarity: “Hello there, Darling. What is my little Spikey doing today?”

>Twilight looks over her shoulder and sees you and Spike playing hot hands just as he wins another round

Damn!

>Twilight: “Fraternizing”

>Rarity: “Could I borrow him?”

>Twilight, Happy to clear the testosterone out of the room, calls for Spike

>Twilight: “Spike! You have another guest”

>Twilight opens the door the rest of the way

>Spike sees Rarity and turns back to you, as if he’s trying to decide between two points of interest

>You give him the right guidance and motion for him to go to her

>Rarity: “Hello there my little Spikey! How would you like to dig up some gems for me?”

>Spike falls into his romanced stupor

>Spike: “I’d love too!”

>He hugs her forelegs tightly and rests his head on her neck

>You smile at the innocent love in the room

Hey, Rarity. Before I forget, can I order some clothes from you?

>Rarity: “I suppose so, come with me”

 

>You Follow Spike and Rarity back to her shop

>She inquires on your preferences as she gets your Measurements

>Rarity: “What type of cloth would you like them made them out of?

Cotton if possible. That’s generally what most human clothing is made of.

>Rarity: “Cotton? It must be rather frustrating to remove all the seeds without magic.”

We don’t do with ours hands. About 200 years before I left earth, a man by the name of Eli Whitney patented a machine that would separate the cotton fibers from the seeds

>Rarity: “Oh? Well what about picking the cotton?”

That still had to be done by hand. After that machine was introduced, cotton clothing become very popular very fast. Slaves by the millions were exported to one country to work in the cotton fields to keep up with the demand

>Rarity: “Slavery!? And the humans of the time approved of that?”

Well, not entirely. The country the slaves were being exported became separated into two halves. One that wanted to continue slavery and one that didn’t.

>Rarity: “What happened after that?”

They went to war. Eventually the antislavery half proved victorious. Rough estimates say 500,000 lives were lost in the conflict.

>She rolls her eyes

>Rarity: “Humphh! Another DREADFUL chapter of human history. Everything always ends in killing with your kind”

>You laugh nervously, look over to the side and rub the back of your neck

Yeah, we kinda suck…so you can make cotton clothing?

>She sneers

>“Is it going to result war?”

>You respond in a deadpan voice

What do you think?

>she continues to hold her sneer

No!

>“ What color would you like?”

Black. Its all I ever wear

>“As would I if I came from where you came from”

Oh, save your sass for Spike.

>Spike snaps out of the stupor he’s been in since leaving Twilight’s house

>Spike: “Save what for spike?”

Nothing. Ahem! So, Rarity, when will those clothes be ready?

>Rarity: “They should be ready in about six days, Try not to end thousands of lives until then”

Is this going to stop any time soon?

>Rarity gives a nefarious smile

>Rarity: “Possibly never”

>You Say goodbye and leave before giving her the pleasure of shooting another one liner at your expense

>You look at your watch as you head out the door

Oh! I need to get over to the Track!

 

>On arrival at the track, You see Applejack and Rainbow Dash by the weights

>Dash: “Anon! your late on your first day! What took you so long?”

>You sum up your delay in a single word;

Pinkie

>Your response gives Dash complete clarity

>Dash: “Oh. Well since you’re finally here, Why don‘t you warm up with a run around the track?”

>Jack: “Nah, y’all should warm up with a swim”

>Dash: “No he shouldn’t, that’s for wimps”

>Jack: “Y’all don’t know what your Talking about. Swimmin’ is the best exercise you can do”

>Dash: “I suppose it is if you’re a wimp”

>Jack: “Who y’all Callin’ a wimp?”

>The two explode at each other

>You steer clear of the line of fire and do your stretches

>They’re still arguing by the time you finish

>You do some extra stretches, hoping they’ll be done by the time you finish

>no good, now they’re trying to settle their disagreement with a hoof wrastle (Arm wrestling)

>They’re stuck in a stalemate, it just keeps going and going

>With nothing to do, you walk over to the bench press and read the weights rigged on the bar

28 Iints…What the hell is an Iint? Why haven’t learn their measurement system yet?

>You look back over at Jack and Dash only to see them still going at it.

>You shrug, lie down on the bench and lift the bar up off it’s rest

Huh…not too heavy

>Your arms give out under the sudden realization that it’s REALLY heavy

>It lands down hard on your chest

>All the air gets squashed out of your lungs

>You try to wriggle it off but its no good, the thing is too damn heavy to even tip over to one side or the other

>As you begin to turn violet in the face from a shortage of oxygen, you look over and see Jack and Dash still in a stalemate, and by extension, unaware of your crisis

>You can’t even breathe, Much less Call for Help.

>Trying to think Resourcefully, you bite into the collar of your shirt, rip off a chunk of it in with your teeth and spit it at Dash

>it lands on the side of her face

>Dash: “Huh?”

>she loses Focus and turns her head to you, losing in the process

>Dash: “Woah! Anon!”

>She flies over to you and lifts the weights off your chest

>You gasp for air and look up at your rescuer

>That cute little marshmallow p0ny is holding up the bar that almost suffocated you with one foreleg, quite effortlessly

>You feel your sense of pride shriveling away…

>…shrinking smaller and smaller…

>…now just an empty, vacant husk

>Or was it your scrotum that just shriveled away into an empty, vacant husk?

>Dash: “Are you Alright?”

>You respond in a raspy, high pitched, emasculated voice

Do you mean in body or in spirit?

>Applejack walks up

>Jack: “Y’all shouldn’t be lifting weights that heavy yet, Sugarcube. Your not in that great of shape

Don’t remind me.

>Dash: “No weight lifting for you today, Lets work on your cardio”

>You jog your 8th lap around the track with Dash razing you every step of the way.

>Dash: “You call this running? You call THIS running? This is pathetic, this is sad, I could drag myself across this track faster using only my face!”

I don’t recall asking for pep talk

>Dash: “less talk, more speed! You’re going too slow! Run faster! Move! Move! Move!”

>You stop and catch a breathe after you reach the end of the track

I think I’ve taken enough abuse for today

>Dash: “Alright then, I’m gonna go play with tank”

Whose that?

>Dash: “My pet”

I didn’t know you had a pet

>Dash: “Yup, he’s a turtle. Err, Tortoise. Given to me courtesy of Fluttershy. I‘ll call him over, so you can meet him.”

>Dash turns her head toward the grass to call for her pet

>Dash: “Hey! Tank! Come meet Anon!”

>You See the goggle-wearing tortoise with helicopter blades rigged on his back fly up out of the grass. You inspect him carefully before coming to the only logical conclusion;

That is AWESOME!

>Dash: “-Awesome- is the very reason he’s my pet”

I didn’t know Fluttershy gave her pets away. I thought she just hoarded them obsessively, like a cat lady. You know what, I think I’ll go ask her if I can go pick out a pet. I’m gonna do that right now Right now!

>Dash: “Alright, I’ll see you later”

>You bolt for Fluttershy’s with lightning speed

>Dash shakes her head as she watches your departure and turns to Tank

>Dash: “Oh, sure! NOW he starts running fast.”