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MageAnon's Marvelous Misadventure Part 8: The Village People

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>There’s a brand new day ahead.
>The Sun is Bright and the clouds smile down.
>and all your friends are Dead.
“AHHH” You yell falling out of bed.
>It shouldn’t be TOO early.
>Checking the clock, it’s 7:30
>Ok, it IS too early.
>But you’re already up.
>Typical.
>Morning routine time.
>In your brand new house.
>Opening the curtains you see the sun rising over the canopy of the Everfree Forest.
>What a beautiful sight.
>Right, morning routine.
>Toilet, shower, shave, get dressed.
>Dressed.
>GOOD LORD
>Your clothes are an absolute wreck
>Not only are they filthy, but your suit jacket is absolutely covered in chocolate.
>Looks like finding a tailor is the first thing on your list today.
>After that, it’s time to pay back all your new friends for putting up with your...
>Condition
>And one special little lizard deserves something equally special.
>After what you did to him, you’re not sure he’ll forgive you.
>Gotta try though
>Your stomach grumbles interrupting your train of thought
>Unlike certain trains, this one has breaks.
>The Clothes situation is resolved by only wearing your t-shirt, jeans, and shoes.
>Hopefully somep0ny can fix you up.
>You think you remember one of your friends talking about a seamstress in town...
>FEED ME
>Looks like stomach is beginning to revolt.
>Best try and find something to eat.
>Head down to the kitchen.
>Man this place looks swank.
>No dishwasher, but that was to be expected.
>They have TV, but no dishwasher?
>Shrugging it off you look inside the fridge to find...
>Nothing.
>Shit, you were expecting anything different?
>ME HUNGRY
>Right, right, ok. Time to head into town I guess.
>Maybe you can find a restaurant or something.
>You grab the coin purse containing your precious bits and tie it to your belt.
>Opening the door, you smell the fresh country air.
>Reminds you of when you were a kid and would spend the summers at your parents cottage in the ‘burbs.
>Maybe you should try getting some exercise.
>From what you’ve experienced of this world so far, something tells you your gonna need to build your stamina up.
>You break into a light jog, and head towards town.
>If your old C.O saw you like this, it would be straight back to boot camp
>That was after his boot went camping in your derriere.
>The cool morning breeze washes over your face, making your stubble stand on end.
>Fuck you haven’t felt this relaxed in ages.
>Oh look, its Rarity’s place.
>You wonder if she is up at this hour.
>The building that stands before you is the same one you first peaked into on the first day
>Looks like someone is milling about inside.
>You knock on the door.
>You hear the sound of hoof-steps coming from the other side.
>”Mmm yes?” Rarity says, her eyes barely open.
>And her mane
>It was all....
>Poofy
>Like Pinkies
>Good god that’s hilarious.
“Good morning Madam Rarity, long night last night?” you say gesturing at her mane
>”Oh Anonymous! I wasn’t expecting visitors so early!” she says panicking and runs off
>”I’m just going to freshen up quickly and I’ll be right with you!” she says grabbing a brush as she goes.
>Oh man, day four and your still driving these poor p0nies batty.
>Your honestly not trying too, it just keeps happening.
>You take a look around.
>So she’s the one who designs clothing.
>You can’t believe you forgot that.
>The room is cluttered, but to you it looks like organized Chaos.
>The mad styling’s of a genius at work.
>The room is littered with snippets of fabric, glitter and...
>and
>GEMS
>HOLY SHIT THE GEMS
>There are enough gems here to buy a whole apartment building floor in downtown New York!
>There had to be tens if not hundreds of millions in diamonds, sapphires and other gems here.
>”I’m so dreadfully sorry Anonymous, I am not used to visitors at these early hours. I am making breakfast for myself and Sweetie Bell, would you care to join us?”
“Blu-Bluhh G-g-ggg gems...”
>”Oh these things? There for the dresses I have been working on Darling. I’ve got plenty more.”
“WHAT.” You say, physically drooling.
>”Oh they are everywhere in the hills around here. You should come along one time, I could always use the help of a big strong, uhh, person like you.” She says giving you a sly wink.
>”Come, what would you like for breakfast?” she says beckoning you over to the kitchen
>”Got any porridge?” you say, still seeing dollar signs everywhere.
>”Sure thing darling. Come now, you can play with the shinies after some food.” She chuckles.
>Fucking rich p0nies.
>You wander into the kitchen, which once again, is way too small.
>You manage to slide into one of the chairs around a table without too much difficulty.
>Rarity explains that Gems are rather common in certain areas, and about the so called “Diamond Dogs” that sometimes inhabit the hills.
>You in turn explain the rarity of gems back home and their value.
>”So darling, was there a nature to your visit or were just stopping by?” Rarity asks over a boiling bowl of porridge filled with blueberries.
“Well, I was wondering if I could commission a few outfits seeing as my I only have one change of clothes with me.” You say bringing the spoon up to your mouth again for another bite.
“This is delicious by the way,” she has stopped eating. “Is there something wrong?”
>Rarity had a crazed look in her eye.
>Uh-oh.
>”OH Darling we simply must takethemeasurmentsrightawayi’vegotawholelineofclothesthatwouldlookabsolutelyperfectonyou!”
>OH GOD
>She’s channelling Pinkie power!
>You quickly whisked away towards a dressing stand.
“But breakfast!”
>”That can wait deary, I must get your measurements right away!” she says, gathering a bunch of measuring tapes and various other devices.
>You’re never going to get a full meal in...
>Your quickly stripped down to your skivvies.
>”Now come on Anon, you must remove everything so I can get accurate measurements! I’m not sure why you must wear all these clothes all the time anyway.”
“No way!”
>”Why not?” she says eyeing you curiously
“People wear clothes to, uhh, cover up.”
>”Cover up what?” she says, raising an eyebrow at you
“You know, uhhh, fuck me this is awkward...” you say dragging your hands across your face.
>”Gotcha!” she says, as you feel the undergarments slide down to your ankles.
“RARITY!” you scream, blushing and covering Private Johnson all at the same time.
>O-oh my.” She says blushing even more furiously.
>You pull your garments back up,
>”I think I can manage now...” she says while turning away from you. “I’ll just need a few moments with THESE to get your measurements down pact. You can go back to breakfast now, and I’ll call you when im done here.”
“O-ok.” You stutter out, making a break for the kitchen.
>Inside there is a small filly sitting in your seat eating your porridge.
>NOOOOOOOO screams your stomach.
“Uhh, Hi?” you say
>The tiny p0ny stares at you, porridge dripping from the spoon.
>You take the seat opposite to her, and help yourself to a piece of toast on the table.
“Im a friend of Rarity’s. Don’t mind me too much; I should be out of here soon.”
>”WHAT ARE YOU?” she says, looking ready to bolt
>Fuck dude, do you not get it yet?
Get what?
>YOUR AN ALIEN MAN
Oh shit.
>YEAH OH SHIT. Get your act together.
“Im a human, I’m here as a guest of your sister and the Princesses. My name is Anonymous, and you are?
>She still looks a bit frightened.
>”M-my name is Sweetie Belle” she finally squeaks.
“That’s a very beautiful name. I’m sorry if I frightened you when I came in. I’m still getting used to all this myself.” You say, making yourself seem as small as possible and lowering down to her level.
>Not much else is said between you two.
>You continue to munch away at the toast.
>She makes a decent way into YOUR porridge.
>Your never gonna get a full meal...
>About 5 minutes goes by when you hear Rarity call you from the other room.
>You excuse yourself, the young filly marvelled at your height, and head into the main boutique.
>”Anonymous, have you seen my sister? I didn’t see her come down yet.”
“Oh yeah, she’s in the kitchen finishing off the porridge. I was full anyway” you lie through your teeth
>”Oh my, I should have told her you were here, but I got so caught up in the clothes...” she says rushing into the kitchen
>You hear the two chatting in the other room.
>You take a look at some of the plans she has already drawn up.
>Is that a robe?
>”Ah-ah-ah no peeking now Anonymous! These are a surprise for later!” she says grabbing the plans from behind you.
“Oh fine,” you say sticking your tongue out at her and pouting a little.
>She chuckles at your silly gesture.
>”With all this work, I’m going to be quite busy today. Would you mind taking Sweetie Bell to school this morning?” she says
“I’m not sure that’s the best idea, considering I’m still relatively unknown around here.”
>”Nonsense deary, what better way to get to know the community? You’ll want to swing by Applejack’s as well to pick up her sister. That way you can ALL go together!”
>Oh boy.
>This already smells like a disaster.
“Uhh I guess so...” you say
>”Perfect!” she says throwing your clothes at you, which you quickly don.
>”Just follow the path around back and you’ll make your way to Sweet Apple Acres. Ta-ta for now darling!” She says ushering you outside where Sweetie Belle is already waiting.
“So which way is Sweet Apple Acres again?” you say
>”It’s this way mister Anon.” She says with a smile.
“Alright, lead the way.” You say, returning the smile.
>Such a cute little filly.
>You let her take the lead, but all to easily catch up with your lanky legs.
>Sometimes being 6 foot 4 isn’t the easiest thing.
>Its hard.
>Its hard and no one understands.
>Ok, that isn’t exactly true, but for the p0nies here it is.
>”Wait up mister Anonymous!” you hear called from behind you.
>Oh god, you walked ahead of the little thing.
“Oh I’m so sorry! I must’ve got my head stuck in the clouds this morning.”
>”You can fly?” she says with a huge grin spreading over her face.
“Oh no, it’s just an expression, I can’t actually...” you see the grin fade from her face.
>Hmm
“Well I can’t actually fly, but I could do this...” you say motioning her to come over.
“Now hold on tight,” you say picking her up and placing her on your head.
>The young Filly gasps as you break into a sprint.
>You needed the exercise and cheering up, so this solves both problems.
>You can hear the sounds of youthful laughter coming from above you.
>Your racing along the road, each ragged breath fills your lungs with the cool morning air.
>You feel more alive right now then you have in years.
>After about what feels like forever, you stop running and catch your breath.
>”Aww you’re done already?” Sweetie Belle asks from the top of your head.
“Sorry kiddo,” you pant, “I’m WAY out of shape. I promise I’ll get better though”
>You keep walking and make idle chat with the small filly.
>She tells you all about the CMC and their quest for cutie marks.
>She also tells you about her school and what its like around town on a daily basis.
>For the most part it seems it’s rather quiet around for the most part, save during festivities.
>Before you know it your at Applejack’s.
>THIS ORCHARD IS HUGE.
>All around are apple trees.
>Miles of APPLES.
>You spot the familiar orange p0ny out in the field working.
“Hey Applejack!” you call out.
>She looks over your way, raises an eyebrow and comes walking over.
>”What in tarnation is Sweetie Belle doin on your head?” she says looking a bit concerned
“Well Rarity asked me to take her to school this morning. I needed some clothes made, so I thought it was the least I could do. Besides, she said it would be a good way to meet the locals. If you want I could drop your sister off as well. Rarity said you walk them to school every morning, and since I’ve already come this far, why don’t I do it for ya?”
>”Well sure Anonymous, the sounds mighty kind of ya. I already told Applebloom all aboutcha, and she’s been anxious to meet ya.” She says “It’ll give me more time ta work the fields. Why don’t ya come up to the house and meet the rest of the family?”
“That would be wonderful Applejack.”
>”Oh call me AJ sugercube.” Shy says winking at you and trots towards the farmhouse.
>You look up at Sweetie Belle, who’s also looking down at you.
>You both shrug and continue on to the farmhouse.
>A cool chill runs up your spine halfway however.
>Something about that “sugarcube” remark was a bit, off.
>Ah it’s probably nothing.
>The farmhouse is rather small considering that there are four p0nies living there.
>You meet Big Mac, the towering p0ny version of the Hulk, and Granny Smith (Will the puns ever stop?)
>I guess you could say...
>The pun stops here.
>Once the introductions are finished you and the two young fillies gather up the school supplies and head out the door.
“Is there anyone else we have to pick up?” you say, with Applebloom on your head now, and Sweetie Belle hanging off you left shoulder.
>”Well, Scootaloo usually meets us around the halfway point to school.”Sweetie Belle says
>From the corner of your eye, you can see an orange blur streaking towards you.
>”And that would be her now, HEY SCOOTALOO!” Applebloom screams in your ear.
>OW FUCK
> Quick introduction later, and now you’ve got three fillies hanging off of you, and your carrying a scooter in one hand, and three satchels in the other.
>Who needs military gear weight when you’ve got all this?
>A short while later, you’re nearing the school.
“Alright girl’s, I’m going to let you off here, I have a few more errands to run today, and I don’t want to go startling everyp0ny just yet.” You say, letting all of them down.
>”But why would they be afraid Mister Anon?” Applebloom asks you
“Well, I don’t exactly fit in like everyon- everyp0ny else now do I?” you say, “Although I would appreciate you explaining this to the angry p0ny coming up to us now.”
>Sure enough a magenta colored mare was racing towards you and the girls.
>All three of them chime together “Good morning Miss Cheerilee!”
“Good morning to you Mam, I was just dropping off these young fillies for their relatives.” You say forcing a smile.
>”I’ve never seen you around here before Mister?” she says
“Anonymous. Anon for short, and it’s a pleasure to meet you. The girls have told me all about their favourite teacher.” You say, laying the charm on thick.
>”Oh well it’s nice to meet you too. Run along now girls, I’ll be there in a moment.” She says to the fillies.
>The three of them scamper off towards the schoolhouse.
“Now I know how this may seem, me being a strange creature an all, but I’m honestly here as a guest of The Princesses.” You say rubbing the back of your head. Playing diplomat is hard.
>”Alright Mister Anonymous, I believe you. Besides, the girls really seemed to be enjoying your company. However I don’t know what reactions you’ll garner from the rest of the townsfolk. Just be careful.” She says
“I will Mam, thank you for being so understanding.” You say with a genuine smile this time.
>You wave goodbye, and begin the walk back to p0nyville.
>Next stop would be Twilight’s place.
>It was probably around 8:30 or so now.
>Most of the town would likely be awake by now.
>Maybe it would be better to take the back roads to the library.
>Or...
>You grab one of the pieces of chalk you always keep in your pocket.
>The townsfolk can’t be afraid of what they can’t see
>Right?
>You draw a small circle around your feet.
>Now, how did these runes go again?
>You sketch out a few runes around the circle, reciting them to yourself as you go along.
>The circle begins to hum with the familiar arcane power.
>There’s a soft *pop*
>You look down, and don’t see your legs.
>Looking at your hands, they are gone too.
>Perfect!
>You’re now Invis-Anon, master of stealth!
>The spell only has enough potency to last for around 15 minutes or so.
>That should be plenty of time to get through p0ny-central and down to Twilight’s.
>It should also finally allow you a look at the hustle and bustle of morning life.
>God it felt good to use some of that pent up energy.
>It’s been so long since you’ve used this much magic in such a short time, save for teleportation.
>Most times, simple tasks were completed as they had been for years.
>With manual labour.
>Partially because it was too much of a hassle to recharge constantly.
>But with the abundance of magic EVERYWHERE here, you can use it for just about anything.
>feelsgoodman.jpg
>You begin to whistle an old tune as you start your trek to town.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1DD_NCM_RJs
>The path is rather clear for not being paved.
>Mostly gravel and dirt roads around here.
>Sure your trainers were going to take a beating, but hopefully you’ll be able to get Rarity to make you a decent pair of boots or something.
>Glancing around at your surroundings, it seems like you arrived in the middle of summer.
>What a beautiful time.
>The trees were full of leaves, and it really did seem like the suburbs back home.
>You decide to try and pick up the pace again, you don’t want this spell wearing off too soon.
>It would be especially awkward to reappear in the middle of town out of thin air.
>The town comes into view, and sure enough, many of the shops are open already.
>There’s p0nies everywhere going about their business.
>It’s mostly normal p0nies, but you spot the occasional Pegasus or Unicorn from the crowd.
>Many of the stalls that are set up sell groceries, once you reach what appears to be a farmer’s market.
>It’s mostly vegetables and fruits, no meat save for eggs.
>Of course.
>Well, at least there’s some protein to be had thankfully.
>Many of the stores around seemed to specialize in one or two products rather than selling a slew of goods.
>One in particular was Quills and Couches.
>How those go together is beyond you, but then again, much of last week is.
>You begin to feel the potency of your spell beginning to fade, so it’s time to pick up the pace and make it to Twilight’s.
>You spot the familiar tree/house/library you were in earlier, and make for it, when you spot Pinkie Pie.
>Her mane and tail twitch erratically as you approach.
>What’s that all about?
>She looks over in your direction.
>”Anon is that you?” she says running towards you
>How the fuck does she see you?
“Hey Pinkie, just practicing some spells. How are you?” you say trying to play off your shock.
>”How come your invisible? Can I be invisible too? It looks like so much FUN!” she says jumping around you in a circle.
>Good lord she’s hyper.
“Maybe later Pinkie, I need to go over to Twilight’s and get her help with something.”
>”Oh ok Anon, see you later!” she says, dashing off to a large building obviously designed after confectionaries.
>Damn the p0ny sure is weird.
>Adorable, but weird.
>You can feel the magical aura about you beginning to fade, and take cover behind a bush.
>No need to reveal your power level just quite yet.
>You take cover behind one of the bushes, as your invisibility fades.
>You feel your skin tingle as the camo fades, revealing your less than stellar body.
>Did you mention you were out of shape?
>You knock on the door of the library, and open the door.
>Inside there’s no one to be found so far.
>The place looks like it needs a good cleaning.
“Hello? Is anyp0ny home?” you call out.
>You hear a “Shh” come from the kitchen.
>”Spike’s still sleeping after yesterday. Can I help you with anything Anon? Are you feeling better today?” Twilight says with a hushed voice.
“I am, thank you. However I still feel bad for the little guy. Is there anything I can do to help out?
>”Well I could use a hand tidying up, since that’s usually his job. I’ve been busy trying to help Princess Celestia with some research, so I haven’t had much time to do anything else.”
“Say no more, I’ll have this place spick and span in no time. It’s the least I could do after yesterday.”
>”Thanks Anon, I appreciate the help.”
>Spick and Span in no time eh?
>This may take a little while.
>There are literally books EVERYWHERE.
>Twilight wanders off upstairs, obviously going back to her research.
>Trying to make as little noise as, you begin to gather up most of the books.
>You can see that they are sorted similar to the decimal system back home, albeit with different numbers.
>It doesn’t take you too long to figure out the pattern.
>Sorting through the piles, you organize them into sections alphabetically.
>It takes you around an hour, but the whole room has been cleared of the gigantic mess.
>It is still a bit dusty and dirty however.
>Especially the hard to reach places.
>You head into the kitchen, and look around.
>Damn, does anyone even clean around here?
>There are dishes piled everywhere from the other night.
>Must be from when they were all waiting for you to snap out of it.
>Looking underneath the sink, you find a slew of cleaning products.
>Grabbing a variety of them, you head back into the main library and get to work.
>Shelves washed?
Check
>Main reading area dusted?
Check.
>Floor swept?
Check.
>Now onto the kitchen.
>Once again, you are faced with the mountain of dishes.
>The Towering Dish-ferno
>And there is no dishwasher in sight.
>Hmm...
>Nothing a little magic can’t solve.
>You grab the dish racks and drag them out back.
>Thankfully there was a table out back you could prop them up on along with a watering house you could use.
>Going back inside, you levitate the dirty dishes outside, and place them along the table
>Cleaning these out here shouldn’t take too long at all.
>Taking out your trusty chalk, you make a small circle around your feet.
>Once, a long time ago, you saw something that you always wanted to try when you got older.
>Now was your chance.
>This circle would be two fold.
>One, it would play a familiar old tune, the other would help with the “cleaning”
>You were giddy with excitement.
>And over something so trivial.
>Good thing there was a lot to wash.
>You send a spark of magic into the circle, and the music begins to play from your memory.
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=XChxLGnIwCU#t=133s
>The dishes begin to animate themselves, swirling around the garden in slow deliberate march.
>Humming along with the music, you go and switch on the hose.
>The dishes continue the airborne march, raising and lowering themselves to the tempo and pitch of the music.
>You begin to spray the dishes with a torrent of water.
>Grabbing the detergent you brought out earlier with your free hand, you give a decent sized squirt onto each of the dishes as they pass.
>You don’t realise, but your commotion has attracted a small group of on-lookers.
>The suds from the dishes are causing bubbles to float lazily in the garden.
>The sunlight refracts off the massive swarm of bubbles creating a rainbow-ish effect.
>You put up a small barrier to guide the dirty water and suds down into the street, so they can go down the drain.
>You lazily levitate over a couple of dishrags, which begin to dry off the dishes as the go on their way to the racks.
>You’ve managed to create a symphonic dishwashing machine.
>You LOVED that song when you were a kid, and you always swore that one day, you would do the same.
>The tempo of the song increases, and so does the speed of the dishes.
>It’s nothing you can’t handle.
>You look around the garden and notice a few dirty tools.
>You decide to give them a wash too
>All it takes is a simple look, and the tools fly towards the ever growing group of onlookers.
>The tools speed over head, taking their place in the line of items to be washed.
>As the song begins to get more fast paced, you realise you’re out of things to clean.
>May as well dry them fully rather than wait.
>You switch off the hose, and carefully channel the remaining water in the garden towards the drainage system.
>You levitate the dishes once again, this time well above your head.
>A channel a blast of air towards the dishes, the droplets of water they still had on them splash onto the flowers in the garden.
>You did not plan to water, but you guess you did it anyways.
>The dishes twirl and swirl through the air, as your continued stream of air clears them of any leftover grime or stains.
>The few bubbles that remind un-popped fly overhead, floating on their merry way.
>Hopefully Twilight appreciates this.
>It’s the least you could do.
>As the song winds down, you send the dishes marching onto the racks once again to pack away later.
>Suddenly you’re aware of a thundering sound behind you
>Turning around, you notice a huge group of p0nies all stomping their hooves and some of them were even whistling at you.
“Thanks folks. I’ll be here for a while.” You say giving an awkward smile and wave.
>You grab the racks of dishes and rush inside, bolting the door behind you, only to hear more cheering.
>”That was SO COOL.” You hear from the doorway.
>There was Twilight and the little lizard from yesterday, who had a terrible discoloured bruise around his neck.
>Thanks to you.
“Sorry I caused such a commotion, it was something I always I wanted to do...” you say, putting the dishes away “I didn’t mean to wake you little guy.”
>Jeez this felt awkward.
>He doesn’t say anything and walks out of the room.
>Well that could have gone better.
>You sigh to yourself
“Alright Twilight, I did a few chores around here, need anything else done?” you say
>”Oh no Anon, that’s more than enough, unless...”
>You don’t like where this is going...
“Unless what?” you say nervously
>”Well since you are a new species nop0ny has ever seen before, I was wondering if I could run a few tests on you.” She says with an awkward smile.
>Called it.
“Uhh, I guess so, what does it entail?”
>And just like that Twilight develops the creepiest excited smile you’ve ever seen.
“Oh boy”
2 hours later...
“OK ENOUGH” you say grasping at your clothes.
“YOUR THE SECOND ONE TO TRY AND STEAL MY PANTS TODAY!”
>”Oh come on Anon! Just one more test!” Twilight pleads.
“No WAY.” You exclaim, throwing your shirt back on after for the 5th time.
>She’s put you through a series of tests and questions.
>All ranging from your age, to how much electricity do you conduct.
>That one was NOT pleasant.
>Good thing you misdirection training kicked back in.
>”Well fine.” She pouts “Can you just show me the redirection thingy again? I promise I won’t go full blast this time...” she says giving you puppy dog eyes.
>You can tell this one is going to drive you to drink.
“Ok OK, but I need to get to the rest of my errands for today, and I’d like your help. I don’t quite fit in around here quite yet.” You bargain.
>She claps her hooves together and races out into the garden.
>This p0ny is going to be the death of you.
>You go outside to the garden, and Twilight’s already got the scarecrow set up.
“Ok, let’s get this over with.” You say standing in the channeling circle you made earlier.
>”Now, go over exactly what it is you do again?” she quips, recording everything on a scroll.
>You rub your fingers over your brow.
>If Twilight was one thing, it would defiantly be a stickler for facts.
“Alright. Basically, magic is not just a onetime deal, and it’s much like the theory of conservation of matter. Matter cannot be destroyed, only converted, and the same goes for magical spells. Although it is difficult, with enough training, one can re-direct magical energy, specifically combat magic, and expel it.”
“If you would be so kind,” you say indicating for Twilight to begin the experiment.
>You can see her charge up a magical bolt, and fire it in your direction.
>You take a deep breath and prepare for the impact.
>Feeling the familiar burning of arcane energy, you focus on the sensation.
>The burning begins to fade as the bolt seeps into your core.
>Once the feeling seeps into your gut, you expend some of your own energy to match it’s motion.
>The first arcane bursts collides with the one inside you.
>You quickly channel the energies towards your palm.
>The bolt fires, knocking the scarecrow over.
>God damn you hate doing that.
>Twilight is just as giddy as when you showed her the first time.
>She’s madly scribbling notes onto the scroll
“OK, That’s enough.” You say, a bit drained from all the tests.
>”Aww alright Anon, thanks for all the help today.” She says with a smile
>”Now how about we go grab some lunch, then tend to the rest of those errands?”
“Alright, is Spike going to be alright by himself?” you say, obviously still concerned for the little guy after last night.
>”Oh. Right. He should be fine, we managed to pull you apart before any damage was done. He’s just a little sore about the whole thing.” She says looking a little downcast.
>You clean up the yard quickly, and grab your coin purse from inside.
>Twilight still wouldn’t cease with the incessant questions about everything.
>Especially since you showed her some of your magic capability, she won’t let up even for a minute.
>She quizzed you while you cleaned up, and all the way out the door.
>She’s just as bad as Pinkie Pie.
>Finally outside, she mentions a restaurant in town that’s one of her favourites.
>At this point, anything sounds good.
>She shuts the door, and flips the “Will be back soon” sign over.
>You and Twilight begin to walk to town, and no sooner than you’ve gone a block, p0nies are beginning to stare.
>Oh boy, here it comes.
>”HEY. YOU.” You hear called from behind you, as a little brown p0ny runs up to you.
>”You’re the guy that did all those magic tricks earlier! That was so AWESOME!” he says, and runs off again.
>”Looks like you’ve made a bit of a name for yourself Anon” Twilight smirks, jabbing you in the ribs
>You suddenly feel very self conscious.
>And here you were thinking you would be able to lead a quiet life out here.
>The other p0nies have stopped staring by now, and have gone about their day.
>”Come on Mister Superstar, let’s go see the mayor.” She says
>Another hour later...
>You’ve finished your meeting with the mayor.
>She agreed to help smooth over any troubles you have with the locals, in exchange you promised you would help with anything around town, should the need arise.
>You also explained your situation with the Princesses, and about the housing situation.
>She also pointed you in the direction of the local job board, which just so happened to be filled at the moment.
>It looks like you’re going to have your hands full for quite some time.
>It’s around 1:00 in the afternoon and you finally were able to sit down for lunch with Twilight.
>”So Anon, how are you enjoying your time in p0nyville so far?” Twilight asked with a mouthful of salad.
“I gotta say, it’s rather nice here. Reminds me of a place I stayed at when I was a kid back home. Just a quaint little village in the suburbs.”
>”Sounds like you miss it quite a lot...”
“Not really. No one, was as nice as the p0nies here are. Or as cute.” You say winking at her
>She nearly chokes on her salad laughing.
>You start chuckling at your horrible joke as well, enjoying the egg salad sandwich you ordered.
>It was surprisingly filling too.
“So what’s your relationship with the Princess?” you ask
>Twilight fills you in on many of the events that happened within the last year.
>She explains about the rise of the Chaos creature known as Discord, and his subsequent recapture.
>You recall seeing that creature in the garden and how it was, for lack of a better word, alluring.
>She also fills you in about the Changeling invasion, and about her brother.
>Sounds like the captain of the guard could use a bit more training himself.
>She tells you about the elements of Harmony, and how she and her friends are the bearers of them.
>It seems you made friends with the some of the most powerful creatures here.
>Well that sure was unexpected.
>From her description, the Elements seem powerful, but the conditions required for their use, and the difficulty in wielding them seems like a fatal flaw.
>Going back to the Princess, she describes how she is a student of the Princess and her studies.
>Seems like magic is mostly channelled through emotional responses here rather than training and focusing one’s will upon the magical essence.
>Of course this means that their magic could be more powerful, but also more unreliable.
>You finish your lunch, and the waiter brings over the bill.
>Your meals add up to around 15 bits.
>You reach over, taking the bill before Twilight can get a hold of it.
“Ah-ah, it’s my treat today.” You say, dropping 18 bits on the bill.
>You talk for a little more about a variety of things, and then both depart to finish the remainder of your tasks.
>Apparently, she was doing some important research for the Canterlot Library.
>Something about scrolls written by a certain wizard?
>You can’t quite remember with all the knowledge you were being bombarded with.
>Now, what else did you have to do?
>Groceries.
>You head over to the market, and pick up a few things.
>Mostly things for salad, but also 2 dozen eggs.
>If you’re going to try and improve your physique, you’re gonna need the protein.
>It cost you around 100 bits for all the stuff.
>Hey, you’re a hungry guy.
>The light is starting to fade now.
>You should probably get home before night falls.
>Once you get home, you can finally get a chance to see what’s on the T.V here.
>Wonder if they have any gameshows?
>You pass by Rarity’s again.
>Surprisingly no one is in though.
>God these bags are heavy.
>It’s been quite a day again, and it’s only your fourth day here.
>Man this forest it gorgeous at night time.
>Maybe one night you’ll go camping.
>Finally your house comes into view.
>Home sweet home.
>You open the door when you’re suddenly blinded.
>”SURPRISE!” you hear being shouted from inside.
>”It’s you Welcome Home PARTY ANON!” shouts Pinkie Pie, showering you in confetti.
>Your home...
>Your wonderful, NEAT AND TIDY HOME.
>Streamers and Confetti everywhere!
>There’s music blaring from seemingly no where.
>All your new friends are there, except for Spike.
>There’s enough cake and other confectionaries here to clog all of your arteries FOREVER.
>You still kinda shocked by everything and are staring into space.
>”Party to Anon, come in ANON” Pinkie says waving a hoof in front of your face.
“Pinkie, This... HOW?”
>”Oh Anon,” you hear Twilight say from inside “It’s better not to question HOW Pinkie does these things.”
“Ok. I have only one question.” You say to Pinkie
>”Annnnnnnnnnd?” she says her eyes growing wide.
>You walk inside into the kitchen and place your groceries down.
>There is a small party hat next to the sink with your name written on it.
>You grab it tightly in your hand.
“CAN THE MUSIC GET ANY LOUDER?” you cheer strapping the hat to your head.
>Everyp0ny cheers, and the music grows louder.
>Tonight was going to be a good night.

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>There’s a brand new day ahead.
>The Sun is Bright and the clouds smile down.
>and all your friends are Dead.
“AHHH” You yell falling out of bed.
>It shouldn’t be TOO early.
>Checking the clock, it’s 7:30
>Ok, it IS too early.
>But you’re already up.
>Typical.
>Morning routine time.
>In your brand new house.
>Opening the curtains you see the sun rising over the canopy of the Everfree Forest.
>What a beautiful sight.
>Right, morning routine.
>Toilet, shower, shave, get dressed.
>Dressed.
>GOOD LORD
>Your clothes are an absolute wreck
>Not only are they filthy, but your suit jacket is absolutely covered in chocolate.
>Looks like finding a tailor is the first thing on your list today.
>After that, it’s time to pay back all your new friends for putting up with your...
>Condition
>And one special little lizard deserves something equally special.
>After what you did to him, you’re not sure he’ll forgive you.
>Gotta try though

>Your stomach grumbles interrupting your train of thought
>Unlike certain trains, this one has breaks.
>The Clothes situation is resolved by only wearing your t-shirt, jeans, and shoes.
>Hopefully somep0ny can fix you up.
>You think you remember one of your friends talking about a seamstress in town...
>FEED ME
>Looks like stomach is beginning to revolt.
>Best try and find something to eat.
>Head down to the kitchen.
>Man this place looks swank.
>No dishwasher, but that was to be expected.
>They have TV, but no dishwasher?
>Shrugging it off you look inside the fridge to find...
>Nothing.
>Shit, you were expecting anything different?
>ME HUNGRY
>Right, right, ok. Time to head into town I guess.
>Maybe you can find a restaurant or something.
>You grab the coin purse containing your precious bits and tie it to your belt.
>Opening the door, you smell the fresh country air.
>Reminds you of when you were a kid and would spend the summers at your parents cottage in the ‘burbs.
>Maybe you should try getting some exercise.
>From what you’ve experienced of this world so far, something tells you your gonna need to build your stamina up.
>You break into a light jog, and head towards town.
>If your old C.O saw you like this, it would be straight back to boot camp
>That was after his boot went camping in your derriere.
>The cool morning breeze washes over your face, making your stubble stand on end.
>Fuck you haven’t felt this relaxed in ages.
>Oh look, its Rarity’s place.
>You wonder if she is up at this hour.
>The building that stands before you is the same one you first peaked into on the first day
>Looks like someone is milling about inside.
>You knock on the door.
>You hear the sound of hoof-steps coming from the other side.
>”Mmm yes?” Rarity says, her eyes barely open.
>And her mane
>It was all....
>Poofy
>Like Pinkies
>Good god that’s hilarious.
“Good morning Madam Rarity, long night last night?” you say gesturing at her mane
>”Oh Anonymous! I wasn’t expecting visitors so early!” she says panicking and runs off
>”I’m just going to freshen up quickly and I’ll be right with you!” she says grabbing a brush as she goes.
>Oh man, day four and your still driving these poor p0nies batty.
>Your honestly not trying too, it just keeps happening.
>You take a look around.
>So she’s the one who designs clothing.
>You can’t believe you forgot that.
>The room is cluttered, but to you it looks like organized Chaos.
>The mad styling’s of a genius at work.
>The room is littered with snippets of fabric, glitter and...
>and
>GEMS
>HOLY SHIT THE GEMS
>There are enough gems here to buy a whole apartment building floor in downtown New York!
>There had to be tens if not hundreds of millions in diamonds, sapphires and other gems here.
>”I’m so dreadfully sorry Anonymous, I am not used to visitors at these early hours. I am making breakfast for myself and Sweetie Bell, would you care to join us?”
“Blu-Bluhh G-g-ggg gems...”
>”Oh these things? There for the dresses I have been working on Darling. I’ve got plenty more.”
“WHAT.” You say, physically drooling.
>”Oh they are everywhere in the hills around here. You should come along one time, I could always use the help of a big strong, uhh, person like you.” She says giving you a sly wink.
>”Come, what would you like for breakfast?” she says beckoning you over to the kitchen
>”Got any porridge?” you say, still seeing dollar signs everywhere.
>”Sure thing darling. Come now, you can play with the shinies after some food.” She chuckles.
>Fucking rich p0nies.
>You wander into the kitchen, which once again, is way too small.
>You manage to slide into one of the chairs around a table without too much difficulty.
>Rarity explains that Gems are rather common in certain areas, and about the so called “Diamond Dogs” that sometimes inhabit the hills.
>You in turn explain the rarity of gems back home and their value.
>”So darling, was there a nature to your visit or were just stopping by?” Rarity asks over a boiling bowl of porridge filled with blueberries.
“Well, I was wondering if I could commission a few outfits seeing as my I only have one change of clothes with me.” You say bringing the spoon up to your mouth again for another bite.
“This is delicious by the way,” she has stopped eating. “Is there something wrong?”
>Rarity had a crazed look in her eye.
>Uh-oh.
>”OH Darling we simply must takethemeasurmentsrightawayi’vegotawholelineofclothesthatwouldlookabsolutelyperfectonyou!”
>OH GOD
>She’s channelling Pinkie power!
>You quickly whisked away towards a dressing stand.
“But breakfast!”
>”That can wait deary, I must get your measurements right away!” she says, gathering a bunch of measuring tapes and various other devices.
>You’re never going to get a full meal in...
>Your quickly stripped down to your skivvies.
>”Now come on Anon, you must remove everything so I can get accurate measurements! I’m not sure why you must wear all these clothes all the time anyway.”
 “No way!”	
>”Why not?” she says eyeing you curiously
“People wear clothes to, uhh, cover up.”
>”Cover up what?” she says, raising an eyebrow at you
“You know, uhhh, fuck me this is awkward...” you say dragging your hands across your face.
>”Gotcha!” she says, as you feel the undergarments slide down to your ankles.
“RARITY!” you scream, blushing and covering Private Johnson all at the same time.
>O-oh my.” She says blushing even more furiously.
>You pull your garments back up,
>”I think I can manage now...” she says while turning away from you. “I’ll just need a few moments with THESE to get your measurements down pact. You can go back to breakfast now, and I’ll call you when im done here.”
“O-ok.” You stutter out, making a break for the kitchen.
>Inside there is a small filly sitting in your seat eating your porridge.
>NOOOOOOOO screams your stomach.
“Uhh, Hi?” you say
>The tiny p0ny stares at you, porridge dripping from the spoon.
>You take the seat opposite to her, and help yourself to a piece of toast on the table.
“Im a friend of Rarity’s. Don’t mind me too much; I should be out of here soon.”
>”WHAT ARE YOU?” she says, looking ready to bolt
>Fuck dude, do you not get it yet?
Get what?
>YOUR AN ALIEN MAN
Oh shit.
>YEAH OH SHIT. Get your act together.
“Im a human, I’m here as a guest of your sister and the Princesses. My name is Anonymous, and you are?
>She still looks a bit frightened.
>”M-my name is Sweetie Belle” she finally squeaks.
“That’s a very beautiful name. I’m sorry if I frightened you when I came in. I’m still getting used to all this myself.” You say, making yourself seem as small as possible and lowering down to her level.
>Not much else is said between you two.
>You continue to munch away at the toast.
>She makes a decent way into YOUR porridge.
>Your never gonna get a full meal...
>About 5 minutes goes by when you hear Rarity call you from the other room.
>You excuse yourself, the young filly marvelled at your height, and head into the main boutique.
>”Anonymous, have you seen my sister? I didn’t see her come down yet.”
“Oh yeah, she’s in the kitchen finishing off the porridge. I was full anyway” you lie through your teeth
>”Oh my, I should have told her you were here, but I got so caught up in the clothes...” she says rushing into the kitchen
>You hear the two chatting in the other room.
>You take a look at some of the plans she has already drawn up.
>Is that a robe?
>”Ah-ah-ah no peeking now Anonymous! These are a surprise for later!” she says grabbing the plans from behind you.
“Oh fine,” you say sticking your tongue out at her and pouting a little.
>She chuckles at your silly gesture.
>”With all this work, I’m going to be quite busy today. Would you mind taking Sweetie Bell to school this morning?” she says
“I’m not sure that’s the best idea, considering I’m still relatively unknown around here.”
>”Nonsense deary, what better way to get to know the community? You’ll want to swing by Applejack’s as well to pick up her sister. That way you can ALL go together!”
>Oh boy.
>This already smells like a disaster.
“Uhh I guess so...” you say
>”Perfect!” she says throwing your clothes at you, which you quickly don.
>”Just follow the path around back and you’ll make your way to Sweet Apple Acres. Ta-ta for now darling!” She says ushering you outside where Sweetie Belle is already waiting.
“So which way is Sweet Apple Acres again?” you say
>”It’s this way mister Anon.” She says with a smile.
“Alright, lead the way.” You say, returning the smile.
>Such a cute little filly.
>You let her take the lead, but all to easily catch up with your lanky legs.
>Sometimes being 6 foot 4 isn’t the easiest thing.
>Its hard.
>Its hard and no one understands.
>Ok, that isn’t exactly true, but for the p0nies here it is.
>”Wait up mister Anonymous!” you hear called from behind you.
>Oh god, you walked ahead of the little thing.
“Oh I’m so sorry! I must’ve got my head stuck in the clouds this morning.”
>”You can fly?” she says with a huge grin spreading over her face.
“Oh no, it’s just an expression, I can’t actually...” you see the grin fade from her face.
>Hmm
“Well I can’t actually fly, but I could do this...” you say motioning her to come over.
“Now hold on tight,” you say picking her up and placing her on your head.
>The young Filly gasps as you break into a sprint.
>You needed the exercise and cheering up, so this solves both problems.
>You can hear the sounds of youthful laughter coming from above you.
>Your racing along the road, each ragged breath fills your lungs with the cool morning air.
>You feel more alive right now then you have in years. 
>After about what feels like forever, you stop running and catch your breath.
>”Aww you’re done already?” Sweetie Belle asks from the top of your head.
“Sorry kiddo,” you pant, “I’m WAY out of shape. I promise I’ll get better though”
>You keep walking and make idle chat with the small filly.	
>She tells you all about the CMC and their quest for cutie marks.
>She also tells you about her school and what its like around town on a daily basis.
>For the most part it seems it’s rather quiet around for the most part, save during festivities.
>Before you know it your at Applejack’s.
>THIS ORCHARD IS HUGE.
>All around are apple trees.
>Miles of APPLES.
>You spot the familiar orange p0ny out in the field working.
“Hey Applejack!” you call out.
>She looks over your way, raises an eyebrow and comes walking over.
>”What in tarnation is Sweetie Belle doin on your head?” she says looking a bit concerned
“Well Rarity asked me to take her to school this morning. I needed some clothes made, so I thought it was the least I could do. Besides, she said it would be a good way to meet the locals. If you want I could drop your sister off as well. Rarity said you walk them to school every morning, and since I’ve already come this far, why don’t I do it for ya?”
>”Well sure Anonymous, the sounds mighty kind of ya. I already told Applebloom all aboutcha, and she’s been anxious to meet ya.” She says “It’ll give me more time ta work the fields. Why don’t ya come up to the house and meet the rest of the family?”
“That would be wonderful Applejack.”
>”Oh call me AJ sugercube.” Shy says winking at you and trots towards the farmhouse.
>You look up at Sweetie Belle, who’s also looking down at you.
>You both shrug and continue on to the farmhouse.
>A cool chill runs up your spine halfway however.
>Something about that “sugarcube” remark was a bit, off.
>Ah it’s probably nothing.
>The farmhouse is rather small considering that there are four p0nies living there.
>You meet Big Mac, the towering p0ny version of the Hulk, and Granny Smith (Will the puns ever stop?)
>I guess you could say...
>The pun stops here.
>Once the introductions are finished you and the two young fillies gather up the school supplies and head out the door.
“Is there anyone else we have to pick up?” you say, with Applebloom on your head now, and Sweetie Belle hanging off you left shoulder.
>”Well, Scootaloo usually meets us around the halfway point to school.”Sweetie Belle says
>From the corner of your eye, you can see an orange blur streaking towards you. 
>”And that would be her now, HEY SCOOTALOO!” Applebloom screams in your ear.
>OW FUCK
> Quick introduction later, and now you’ve got three fillies hanging off of you, and your carrying a scooter in one hand, and three satchels in the other.
>Who needs military gear weight when you’ve got all this?
>A short while later, you’re nearing the school.
“Alright girl’s, I’m going to let you off here, I have a few more errands to run today, and I don’t want to go startling everyp0ny just yet.” You say, letting all of them down.
>”But why would they be afraid Mister Anon?” Applebloom asks you
“Well, I don’t exactly fit in like everyon- everyp0ny else now do I?” you say, “Although I would appreciate you explaining this to the angry p0ny coming up to us now.”
>Sure enough a magenta colored mare was racing towards you and the girls.
>All three of them chime together “Good morning Miss Cheerilee!”
“Good morning to you Mam, I was just dropping off these young fillies for their relatives.” You say forcing a smile.
>”I’ve never seen you around here before Mister?” she says
“Anonymous. Anon for short, and it’s a pleasure to meet you. The girls have told me all about their favourite teacher.” You say, laying the charm on thick.
>”Oh well it’s nice to meet you too. Run along now girls, I’ll be there in a moment.” She says to the fillies.
>The three of them scamper off towards the schoolhouse.
“Now I know how this may seem, me being a strange creature an all, but I’m honestly here as a guest of The Princesses.” You say rubbing the back of your head. Playing diplomat is hard.
>”Alright Mister Anonymous, I believe you. Besides, the girls really seemed to be enjoying your company. However I don’t know what reactions you’ll garner from the rest of the townsfolk. Just be careful.” She says
“I will Mam, thank you for being so understanding.” You say with a genuine smile this time.
>You wave goodbye, and begin the walk back to p0nyville.
>Next stop would be Twilight’s place.
>It was probably around 8:30 or so now.
>Most of the town would likely be awake by now.
>Maybe it would be better to take the back roads to the library.
>Or...
>You grab one of the pieces of chalk you always keep in your pocket.
>The townsfolk can’t be afraid of what they can’t see
>Right?
>You draw a small circle around your feet.
>Now, how did these runes go again?
>You sketch out a few runes around the circle, reciting them to yourself as you go along.
>The circle begins to hum with the familiar arcane power.
>There’s a soft *pop*
>You look down, and don’t see your legs.
>Looking at your hands, they are gone too.
>Perfect!
>You’re now Invis-Anon, master of stealth!
>The spell only has enough potency to last for around 15 minutes or so.
>That should be plenty of time to get through p0ny-central and down to Twilight’s.
>It should also finally allow you a look at the hustle and bustle of morning life.
>God it felt good to use some of that pent up energy.
>It’s been so long since you’ve used this much magic in such a short time, save for teleportation.
>Most times, simple tasks were completed as they had been for years.
>With manual labour. 
>Partially because it was too much of a hassle to recharge constantly.
>But with the abundance of magic EVERYWHERE here, you can use it for just about anything.
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>You begin to whistle an old tune as you start your trek to town.
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>The path is rather clear for not being paved. 
>Mostly gravel and dirt roads around here.
>Sure your trainers were going to take a beating, but hopefully you’ll be able to get Rarity to make you a decent pair of boots or something.
>Glancing around at your surroundings, it seems like you arrived in the middle of summer.
>What a beautiful time.
>The trees were full of leaves, and it really did seem like the suburbs back home.
>You decide to try and pick up the pace again, you don’t want this spell wearing off too soon.
>It would be especially awkward to reappear in the middle of town out of thin air.
>The town comes into view, and sure enough, many of the shops are open already.
>There’s p0nies everywhere going about their business.
>It’s mostly normal p0nies, but you spot the occasional Pegasus or Unicorn from the crowd.
>Many of the stalls that are set up sell groceries, once you reach what appears to be a farmer’s market.
>It’s mostly vegetables and fruits, no meat save for eggs.
>Of course.
>Well, at least there’s some protein to be had thankfully.
>Many of the stores around seemed to specialize in one or two products rather than selling a slew of goods.
>One in particular was Quills and Couches.
>How those go together is beyond you, but then again, much of last week is.
>You begin to feel the potency of your spell beginning to fade, so it’s time to pick up the pace and make it to Twilight’s.
>You spot the familiar tree/house/library you were in earlier, and make for it, when you spot Pinkie Pie.
>Her mane and tail twitch erratically as you approach.
>What’s that all about?
>She looks over in your direction.
>”Anon is that you?” she says running towards you
>How the fuck does she see you?
“Hey Pinkie, just practicing some spells. How are you?” you say trying to play off your shock.
>”How come your invisible? Can I be invisible too? It looks like so much FUN!” she says jumping around you in a circle.
>Good lord she’s hyper.
“Maybe later Pinkie, I need to go over to Twilight’s and get her help with something.”
>”Oh ok Anon, see you later!” she says, dashing off to a large building obviously designed after confectionaries. 
>Damn the p0ny sure is weird.
>Adorable, but weird.
>You can feel the magical aura about you beginning to fade, and take cover behind a bush.
>No need to reveal your power level just quite yet.
>You take cover behind one of the bushes, as your invisibility fades.
>You feel your skin tingle as the camo fades, revealing your less than stellar body.
>Did you mention you were out of shape?
>You knock on the door of the library, and open the door.
>Inside there’s no one to be found so far.
>The place looks like it needs a good cleaning.
“Hello? Is anyp0ny home?” you call out.
>You hear a “Shh” come from the kitchen.
>”Spike’s still sleeping after yesterday. Can I help you with anything Anon? Are you feeling better today?” Twilight says with a hushed voice.
“I am, thank you. However I still feel bad for the little guy. Is there anything I can do to help out? 
>”Well I could use a hand tidying up, since that’s usually his job. I’ve been busy trying to help Princess Celestia with some research, so I haven’t had much time to do anything else.”
“Say no more, I’ll have this place spick and span in no time. It’s the least I could do after yesterday.”
>”Thanks Anon, I appreciate the help.”
>Spick and Span in no time eh?
>This may take a little while.
>There are literally books EVERYWHERE.
>Twilight wanders off upstairs, obviously going back to her research.
>Trying to make as little noise as, you begin to gather up most of the books.
>You can see that they are sorted similar to the decimal system back home, albeit with different numbers.
>It doesn’t take you too long to figure out the pattern.
>Sorting through the piles, you organize them into sections alphabetically.
>It takes you around an hour, but the whole room has been cleared of the gigantic mess.
>It is still a bit dusty and dirty however.
>Especially the hard to reach places.
>You head into the kitchen, and look around.
>Damn, does anyone even clean around here?
>There are dishes piled everywhere from the other night.
>Must be from when they were all waiting for you to snap out of it.
>Looking underneath the sink, you find a slew of cleaning products.
>Grabbing a variety of them, you head back into the main library and get to work.
>Shelves washed?	
Check
>Main reading area dusted?
Check.
>Floor swept?
Check.
>Now onto the kitchen.
>Once again, you are faced with the mountain of dishes.
>The Towering Dish-ferno
>And there is no dishwasher in sight.
>Hmm...
>Nothing a little magic can’t solve.
>You grab the dish racks and drag them out back.
>Thankfully there was a table out back you could prop them up on along with a watering house you could use.
>Going back inside, you levitate the dirty dishes outside, and place them along the table
>Cleaning these out here shouldn’t take too long at all.
>Taking out your trusty chalk, you make a small circle around your feet.
>Once, a long time ago, you saw something that you always wanted to try when you got older.
>Now was your chance.
>This circle would be two fold.
>One, it would play a familiar old tune, the other would help with the “cleaning”
>You were giddy with excitement.
>And over something so trivial.
>Good thing there was a lot to wash.
>You send a spark of magic into the circle, and the music begins to play from your memory.
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=XChxLGnIwCU#t=133s
>The dishes begin to animate themselves, swirling around the garden in slow deliberate march.
>Humming along with the music, you go and switch on the hose.
>The dishes continue the airborne march, raising and lowering themselves to the tempo and pitch of the music.
>You begin to spray the dishes with a torrent of water.
>Grabbing the detergent you brought out earlier with your free hand, you give a decent sized squirt onto each of the dishes as they pass.
>You don’t realise, but your commotion has attracted a small group of on-lookers.
>The suds from the dishes are causing bubbles to float lazily in the garden.
>The sunlight refracts off the massive swarm of bubbles creating a rainbow-ish effect.
>You put up a small barrier to guide the dirty water and suds down into the street, so they can go down the drain.
>You lazily levitate over a couple of dishrags, which begin to dry off the dishes as the go on their way to the racks.
>You’ve managed to create a symphonic dishwashing machine.
>You LOVED that song when you were a kid, and you always swore that one day, you would do the same.
>The tempo of the song increases, and so does the speed of the dishes.
>It’s nothing you can’t handle.
>You look around the garden and notice a few dirty tools.
>You decide to give them a wash too
>All it takes is a simple look, and the tools fly towards the ever growing group of onlookers.
>The tools speed over head, taking their place in the line of items to be washed.
>As the song begins to get more fast paced, you realise you’re out of things to clean.
>May as well dry them fully rather than wait.
>You switch off the hose, and carefully channel the remaining water in the garden towards the drainage system.
>You levitate the dishes once again, this time well above your head.
>A channel a blast of air towards the dishes, the droplets of water they still had on them splash onto the flowers in the garden.
>You did not plan to water, but you guess you did it anyways.
>The dishes twirl and swirl through the air, as your continued stream of air clears them of any leftover grime or stains.
>The few bubbles that remind un-popped fly overhead, floating on their merry way.
>Hopefully Twilight appreciates this.
>It’s the least you could do.
>As the song winds down, you send the dishes marching onto the racks once again to pack away later.
>Suddenly you’re aware of a thundering sound behind you
>Turning around, you notice a huge group of p0nies all stomping their hooves and some of them were even whistling at you.
“Thanks folks. I’ll be here for a while.” You say giving an awkward smile and wave.
>You grab the racks of dishes and rush inside, bolting the door behind you, only to hear more cheering.
>”That was SO COOL.” You hear from the doorway.
>There was Twilight and the little lizard from yesterday, who had a terrible discoloured bruise around his neck.
>Thanks to you.
“Sorry I caused such a commotion, it was something I always I wanted to do...” you say, putting the dishes away “I didn’t mean to wake you little guy.”
>Jeez this felt awkward.
>He doesn’t say anything and walks out of the room.
>Well that could have gone better.
>You sigh to yourself
“Alright Twilight, I did a few chores around here, need anything else done?” you say
>”Oh no Anon, that’s more than enough, unless...”
>You don’t like where this is going...
“Unless what?” you say nervously
>”Well since you are a new species nop0ny has ever seen before, I was wondering if I could run a few tests on you.” She says with an awkward smile.
>Called it.
“Uhh, I guess so, what does it entail?”
>And just like that Twilight develops the creepiest excited smile you’ve ever seen.
“Oh boy”

2 hours later...
“OK ENOUGH” you say grasping at your clothes.
“YOUR THE SECOND ONE TO TRY AND STEAL MY PANTS TODAY!”
>”Oh come on Anon! Just one more test!” Twilight pleads.
“No WAY.” You exclaim, throwing your shirt back on after for the 5th time.
>She’s put you through a series of tests and questions.
>All ranging from your age, to how much electricity do you conduct.
>That one was NOT pleasant.
>Good thing you misdirection training kicked back in.
>”Well fine.” She pouts “Can you just show me the redirection thingy again? I promise I won’t go full blast this time...” she says giving you puppy dog eyes.
>You can tell this one is going to drive you to drink.
“Ok  OK, but I need to get to the rest of my errands for today, and I’d like your help. I don’t quite fit in around here quite yet.” You bargain.
>She claps her hooves together and races out into the garden.
>This p0ny is going to be the death of you.
>You go outside to the garden, and Twilight’s already got the scarecrow set up.
“Ok, let’s get this over with.” You say standing in the channeling circle you made earlier.
>”Now, go over exactly what it is you do again?” she quips, recording everything on a scroll.
>You rub your fingers over your brow.
>If Twilight was one thing, it would defiantly be a stickler for facts.
“Alright. Basically, magic is not just a onetime deal, and it’s much like the theory of conservation of matter. Matter cannot be destroyed, only converted, and the same goes for magical spells. Although it is difficult, with enough training, one can re-direct magical energy, specifically combat magic, and expel it.”
“If you would be so kind,” you say indicating for Twilight to begin the experiment.
>You can see her charge up a magical bolt, and fire it in your direction.
>You take a deep breath and prepare for the impact.
>Feeling the familiar burning of arcane energy, you focus on the sensation.
>The burning begins to fade as the bolt seeps into your core.
>Once the feeling seeps into your gut, you expend some of your own energy to match it’s motion.
>The first arcane bursts collides with the one inside you.
>You quickly channel the energies towards your palm.
>The bolt fires, knocking the scarecrow over.
>God damn you hate doing that.
>Twilight is just as giddy as when you showed her the first time.
>She’s madly scribbling notes onto the scroll
“OK, That’s enough.” You say, a bit drained from all the tests.
>”Aww alright Anon, thanks for all the help today.” She says with a smile
>”Now how about we go grab some lunch, then tend to the rest of those errands?”
“Alright, is Spike going to be alright by himself?” you say, obviously still concerned for the little guy after last night.
>”Oh. Right. He should be fine, we managed to pull you apart before any damage was done. He’s just a little sore about the whole thing.” She says looking a little downcast.
>You clean up the yard quickly, and grab your coin purse from inside.
>Twilight still wouldn’t cease with the incessant questions about everything.
>Especially since you showed her some of your magic capability, she won’t let up even for a minute.
>She quizzed you while you cleaned up, and all the way out the door.
>She’s just as bad as Pinkie Pie.
>Finally outside, she mentions a restaurant in town that’s one of her favourites. 
>At this point, anything sounds good.
>She shuts the door, and flips the “Will be back soon” sign over.
>You and Twilight begin to walk to town, and no sooner than you’ve gone a block, p0nies are beginning to stare.
>Oh boy, here it comes.
>”HEY. YOU.” You hear called from behind you, as a little brown p0ny runs up to you.
>”You’re the guy that did all those magic tricks earlier! That was so AWESOME!” he says, and runs off again.
>”Looks like you’ve made a bit of a name for yourself Anon” Twilight smirks, jabbing you in the ribs 
>You suddenly feel very self conscious. 
>And here you were thinking you would be able to lead a quiet life out here.
>The other p0nies have stopped staring by now, and have gone about their day.
>”Come on Mister Superstar, let’s go see the mayor.” She says
>Another hour later...
>You’ve finished your meeting with the mayor.
>She agreed to help smooth over any troubles you have with the locals, in exchange you promised you would help with anything around town, should the need arise.
>You also explained your situation with the Princesses, and about the housing situation.
>She also pointed you in the direction of the local job board, which just so happened to be filled at the moment. 
>It looks like you’re going to have your hands full for quite some time.
>It’s around 1:00 in the afternoon and you finally were able to sit down for lunch with Twilight.
>”So Anon, how are you enjoying your time in p0nyville so far?” Twilight asked with a mouthful of salad.
“I gotta say, it’s rather nice here. Reminds me of a place I stayed at when I was a kid back home. Just a quaint little village in the suburbs.”
>”Sounds like you miss it quite a lot...” 
“Not really. No one, was as nice as the p0nies here are. Or as cute.” You say winking at her
>She nearly chokes on her salad laughing.
>You start chuckling at your horrible joke as well, enjoying the egg salad sandwich you ordered.
>It was surprisingly filling too. 
“So what’s your relationship with the Princess?” you ask
>Twilight fills you in on many of the events that happened within the last year.
>She explains about the rise of the Chaos creature known as Discord, and his subsequent recapture.
>You recall seeing that creature in the garden and how it was, for lack of a better word, alluring.
>She also fills you in about the Changeling invasion, and about her brother.
>Sounds like the captain of the guard could use a bit more training himself.
>She tells you about the elements of Harmony, and how she and her friends are the bearers of them.
>It seems you made friends with the some of the most powerful creatures here.
>Well that sure was unexpected.
>From her description, the Elements seem powerful, but the conditions required for their use, and the difficulty in wielding them seems like a fatal flaw.
>Going back to the Princess, she describes how she is a student of the Princess and her studies.
>Seems like magic is mostly channelled through emotional responses here rather than training and focusing one’s will upon the magical essence.
>Of course this means that their magic could be more powerful, but also more unreliable.
>You finish your lunch, and the waiter brings over the bill.
>Your meals add up to around 15 bits.
>You reach over, taking the bill before Twilight can get a hold of it.
“Ah-ah, it’s my treat today.” You say, dropping 18 bits on the bill.
>You talk for a little more about a variety of things, and then both depart to finish the remainder of your tasks.
>Apparently, she was doing some important research for the Canterlot Library.
>Something about scrolls written by a certain wizard?
>You can’t quite remember with all the knowledge you were being bombarded with.
>Now, what else did you have to do?
>Groceries.
>You head over to the market, and pick up a few things.
>Mostly things for salad, but also 2 dozen eggs.
>If you’re going to try and improve your physique, you’re gonna need the protein. 
>It cost you around 100 bits for all the stuff.
>Hey, you’re a hungry guy.
>The light is starting to fade now.
>You should probably get home before night falls.
>Once you get home, you can finally get a chance to see what’s on the T.V here.
>Wonder if they have any gameshows?
>You pass by Rarity’s again.
>Surprisingly no one is in though.
>God these bags are heavy.
>It’s been quite a day again, and it’s only your fourth day here.
>Man this forest it gorgeous at night time.
>Maybe one night you’ll go camping.
>Finally your house comes into view.
>Home sweet home.
>You open the door when you’re suddenly blinded.
>”SURPRISE!” you hear being shouted from inside.
>”It’s you Welcome Home PARTY ANON!” shouts Pinkie Pie, showering you in confetti.
>Your home...
>Your wonderful, NEAT AND TIDY HOME.
>Streamers and Confetti everywhere!
>There’s music blaring from seemingly no where.
>All your new friends are there, except for Spike.
>There’s enough cake and other confectionaries here to clog all of your arteries FOREVER.
>You still kinda shocked by everything and are staring into space.
>”Party to Anon, come in ANON” Pinkie says waving a hoof in front of your face.
“Pinkie, This... HOW?”
>”Oh Anon,” you hear Twilight say from inside “It’s better not to question HOW Pinkie does these things.”
“Ok. I have only one question.” You say to Pinkie
>”Annnnnnnnnnd?” she says her eyes growing wide.
>You walk inside into the kitchen and place your groceries down.
>There is a small party hat next to the sink with your name written on it.
>You grab it tightly in your hand.
“CAN THE MUSIC GET ANY LOUDER?” you cheer strapping the hat to your head.
>Everyp0ny cheers, and the music grows louder.
>Tonight was going to be a good night.

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