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Study Buddies PART 2 (WIP)

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>You are anonymous
>You have been summoned to Equestria by way of a transuniversal summoning spell cast by none other than twilight sparkle herself
>After a painful entry and an even more painfully awkward introduction, you were introduced to Twilight and her friends.
>Things were looking up when suddenly Princess Celestia showed up, demanding to take you into custody.
>After being taken to Canterlot and subjected to a harsh interrogation, followed by a heart to heart with the sun goddess herself, you were cleared for citizenship among the pastel marshmallow population of Equestria.
>One Pinkie Pie party later, and you found yourself sawing logs face down in Twilight's guest bed...as the goddess of the moon watches the start of events to come from the far off parapets of Castle Canterlot.
>This is your story.
>...
>...you open your eyes.
>A sky of nondescript color and features opens above you. There is no sun, but it is day all the same.
>You blink and try to focus, but your vision seems stuck in the 'shitbrown and bloom' setting.
>The air...feels heavy. Solid. Your breath seems more like a mechanical sensation than a biological function.
>...turning your head to the side you see an indescribable landscape open up around you. It is a field, and yet a savannah...mountains and yet forests all at once.
>You sit up.
>There is a disconnect between lying down and sitting up, and then sitting up and standing. As if there is no transition between them.
>Standing feels...a bit odd. You feel the ground beneath you and yet you feel like you are floating.
>...this isn't real; a lucid dream.
>The realization brings a wave of clarity to the world. You are definitely in a field. A barren one. There is no color.
>The sky becomes a bit more discernible. There are no clouds, and the still invisible sun casts something akin to a dark half-light over the land.
>You cannot feel any warmth, or cold. You cannot even feel the air you breathe.
>...and now you can't move.
>You are finally able to feel now. There is a breeze...a cool one.
>Something cold, deep, courses its way through you.
>From your head, swirling around in your chest as an icy pit that flows into your stomach and down your legs...you feel yourself rooted to the spot.
>Fear.
>The sky darkens.
Oh God. Oh God don't move. Don't Move.
>The air grows cold.
Do not move. Do not move. It will know. It will know if you move and you will die.
>The skin on your back and neck pricks in a wave of bumps. It is here. Behind you.
Don't turn. Don't run. It can't hurt you if you just stay still. It will pass you by. When it does make a break for the road.
>Road? What road. There is no road. There is nothing save the darkening land around you. The air grows colder still.
If we can make it to the road, we can reach the garrison. We will be safe there.
>You don't underst-
>An icy hand clasps itself around your shoulder, and the fetid, spiking stench of rotting flesh assaults your nose.
>Your chest, now feeling as if it is being depressed by a lead weight, fills in preparation to scream the last sound you will ever make-
>-and you wake up...to two reptilian green eyes less than an inch away starring into your own.
>”Hi!”
>Run ScreamLikeaBitch.exe?
>[Y]/N
>...
>You are Twilight Sparkle.
>And it is the start of a -wonderful- day!
>You have already been up for two hours, getting things ready for the day ahead.
>You decided it would be best to take the day to help Anon get acclimated to life here. You had -everything- planned!
>First you would both have breakfast at the nearby outdoor cafe
>Then it would be off to a more -thorough- tour of Ponyville. Planned perfectly with scheduled stops along the way where you will share with him -all- of your notes on each location!
>After that, a quick stop at each of your friend's homes and jobs with lunch in between, and then it would be back to the library for an afternoon of categorizing books! Again!
>You had already categorized the library once when you woke up and saw Anonymous still asleep.
>In fact, you are sliding the last book into place as you sip your coffee...wondering if Spike had managed to get the sleeping human up from his slum-
>Your thoughts are interrupted by a most un-manly shriek and a series of thuds from upstairs.
>”GAAAAHFUCKFUCKFUCKGETOFFGETOFFGETOFF”
>what.
>A screaming blur of limbs crashes its way down the stairs.
>You jump back in shock, your mug of coffee crashing to the floor as something is thrown free of the tumbling, screaming tangle of limbs.
>”LOOK OUT TWI-”
>Spike hits you right in the face, sending you flying back into a bookshelf and then to the floor as something else crashes out of view.
>You look up, Spike sprawled on top of you as the bookcase above teeters. Your blood turns to ice as it rocks forward...
>Then sigh in relief as it teeters backwards...and then scream in horror as it keeps going.
“NO! NONONONONONO-”
>The book case crashes backward into its neighbor, and then the next follows suit. Like dominoes the bookcases of the library crash one by one to the ground, their tomes flying in all directions while you lie there paralyzed with shock.
>As the last bookcase falls with a resounding boom the library is filled with a deafening silence.
>You move the dazed dragon off of you and shakily get to your hooves.
>All of that categorization...all of that work...your beautiful library....now a pile of CLUTTER...a disorganized MESS of CHAOS
>You begin to hyperventilate...when you hear the pained groans of another, lying somewhere amidst the devastation...
>...
>...
>Brain.exe has recovered from a serious error.
Bro.
>Nng.
Bro. Up and at em. Shit just happened.
>Fucking...ugh...
Stop being a pussy. Up. Go.
>Fucking fine...
>You give your aching head a shake and open your eyes.
>What the fuck just happened? Were you run over by a truck? It feels like you were...
>You groan and sit up, wincing at a pain in your shoulder.
>Can I get a breakdown?
Aren't you in the middle of one right now?
>Hah. Fucking hah.
>You think back...you remember...fuck a dream? A field? There was...something...something fucking scary...
>...then you woke up to two lizard eyes staring at you and proceeded to flip shit, that's right. How did you wind up down here th-
>”ANON?!”
>Any fog that clouded your mind is torn away as you turn painfully toward the voice...taking in the sheer destruction as you do.
>Pic related.
>...oh Jesus.
You ded.
“...Morning Twilight?”
So ded.
>Day 2 in Equestria.
>A FEW HOURS LATER
“I'm sorry.”
>Silence.
“...I'm -really- sorry?”
>Grumbles. The thrum of magic.
>You sigh as Twilight continues to give you the semi-silent treatment from some unseen part of the library.
>This would be the...third, fourth time you attempted to start this exchange? She would have none of it.
>Really you couldn't blame her. As a fellow bibliophile you would have choked a bitch for the atrocities wrought upon this archive.
>You slide another book into place, an almanac, and wince a bit. Your tumble down the stairs hadn't hurt you -too- bad, but you had a few bruises for your trouble.
>Spike worked at a measured distance from you, having not said a word to you the entire morning after he woke you up and only sparing the occasional curious glance.
>When you say a measured distance, you mean that you were keeping him a few arm lengths away from yourself, flinching if he got too close.
>Why?
Because you are a -massive- vagina?
>Fu-
>”Anon.”
“-CKINGSHIT”
>Twilight's sudden appearance next to you causes you to fumble the dictionary you were about to slide onto the shelf out of your hands...and into Twilight's waiting magic. You flinch as she snaps the tome into place next to its neighbor, glare boring into you.
>”Anon.”
>You -don't- like that tone.
>”I am willing to accept that this is all a...big change for you, and that as a result you might be acting a bit...odd.”
>You gulp.
>”...but, if I may be so inclined to ask; WHAT the B-” She notices Spike staring at her wide-eyed. “-hay happened this morning?!”
>Ah hell.
“...well.”
>”I'm listening.”
“...Uuuuh...Right. Its um...Its kind of a funny story-”
>”I went to wake him up like you asked Twi. When he did, and saw me, he TOTALLY wigged out and ran for the stairs screaming! Then he tripped down the stairs with me still on him!” Spike pipes up from behind you.
>FUCK YOU TOO YOU SCALY HELLSPAWN.
>Twilight's eyes narrow. “Really...and why is that?”
>Nnng.
“...I...ugh...look I had this...this nightmare, I think. I can't remember much of it now but it was crazy...I woke up to him on me staring at me and I panicked.”
>”...”
“...I'm Herpetophobic.”
>”...You have a fear of reptiles?”
>You nod...a bit impressed she knew what that was...and a little more puzzled at the flutter in your chest.
God you suck.
>Fuck you.
>”Wait...a fear of...reptiles?”
>”Lizards spike. Lizards, snakes...”
>”Wait he's afraid of those? But I'm a dragon!”
>”Dragons are reptiles.”
>”So?”
>”-SO- you look like things he is afraid of!”
>”...oooooh. Ehehe...thats...thats kinda neat actually!”
>Your expression must speak volumes because the little dragon cringes.
>”Uh- I mean- Y-you don't have to be afraid of me Anon! Really!”
“...”
>”Anon, if I may ask...why-” Twilight starts.
“When I was little, the church took us to a local zoo for a field trip. They had a 'trained' monitor lizard being held by a handler for us to pet. I reached over and the thing turned around and sunk its teeth into my hand. I had to go to the hospital.”
>Your answer is immediate and terse as your eyes never leave the singular fang jutting out of spike's mouth. You emphasize the point by holding up the hand in question, the scars, though faint, are still visible.
“So, when I saw him so close to my -face- after I just woke up from a nightmare, I freaked out. Sorry.” >Twilight winces and Spike looks more than a little self-conscious.
Nice going ass.
>WHAT?! They wanted a reason and I gave them-
>”But, Anon, m'not gonna bite you or nothin'!” He takes a small step forward and you flinch.
“I-”
>”Really!” The little dragon pads over and you stiffen. He extends a claw. “Allow me to introduce myself! Name's Spike. I'm Twilight's assistant! ...And I guess yours, if you are going to he helping her with research!”
“Uh...huh...”
>You glance at Twilight, who simply stares at you waiting for a response.
Dude don't be a dick.
>FINE.
>You breathe..and looking down at Spike manage a strained smile as you extend your hand, beating back the flashbacks.
>The little claw feels hard, and scaly...but not cold, like you imagined. You shake once, twice, and then draw your hand back a bit more quickly than what would be considered polite, but Spike doesn't seem to notice, and with a huge, boyish smile he turns and makes his away back over to his shelf.
>You release the breath you were holding and look at Twilight.
>She's smiling.
>...you find yourself doing the same.
“Uh...”
>Twilight shakes her head and opens her mouth to speak-
WHAM
>”MORNIN' YA'LL!”
>”GAH!” Twilight -leaps- up in shock, right into your arms. Spike yelps and a book tower collapses on him as he jumps in fright,
>”A-APPLEJACK?!”
>”Eeeeyup!” And indeed, The cowpony stands in the doorway, framed in the morning light, saddlebags bulging with supplies.
>”I promised ta help ya fix the hole in yer lahbrary and ah -always- keep...mah...
>She looks over at you and Twilight...and quirks a brow with a smirk.
>”Eheh...ah ain't interruptin' nothin' now am I?”
>You look at her.
>She looks at you.
>Cue simultaneous blush.
>*FWEEM*
>Twilight vanishes from your arms in a flash of light and reappears a little over a foot away, looking away from you.
>”N-not at all! HAHA!”
>You cough.
>”...riiiight.” Applejack takes a few steps in “Mah, gosh Twah! What the hay happened in here?” Applejack looks around the library, still very much in disarray. Spike manages to dig himself out of his tomb of tomes with a gasp.
>”J-just a little redecorating! YES! HAHA!” She is still blushing and wide eyed as Applejack stares at her.
> ...you would comment on how terrible of a liar Twilight is... if you weren't so preoccupied by how cute she looked when she tried.
We -are- going to talk about this shit. Its weird man.
>YOU'RE WEIRD.
>TEN MINUTES LATER
> “HAH! Lizards? Well don't that just beat all.”
>You grumble.
> “And Spike? Of all critters? Why he ain't hurt nobody. Ain't that right?”
> “Yuh huh!” The little dragon nods as he stacks tomes upon a shelf.
“Yeah well how was I supposed to know that.”
>Applejack laughs. It is a low, throaty chuckle...and oddly melodic. “Ah shoot ah'm just bustin yer chops Anon.” You stumble when she gives you a playful jab with her hoof before moving over to a fallen bookcase. Fuck she is strong.
She could kick your ass.
>Yeah well you don't even have an ass to kick.
Oooh good one. Seriously I need some burn heal over here.
>You are pulled from your thoughts when you see the bookshelf right itself with a heave of Applejack's legs.
>”HRN- Ah. There ya go!”
>...FUCK she is strong.
You don't even lift.
>Maybe I should...
>Over the course of a half hour your ragtag group eventually has the library sorted...mostly. You still have a -lot- of reorganization to do.
>Thankfully any lasting damage, which included a bookcase cracked near its base and several tomes who had been broken at their spines, was repaired in a wave of Twilight's translucent, purple magic.
>”I think that should do it!” Twilight comments brightly.
>”Actually Twah, Ah still need ta' fix that there hole in yer tree.”
>”GAH! I had completely forgot!”
>”Aw shoot. Ain't no thing!” Applejack winks at you and Twilight before looping a small bag of nails around her neck and taking a hammer in her teeth.
>”HUP.” What follows next is a truly impressive display of equine agility, as Applejack clears the table, then a bookshelf, and finally reaches the top of a bookcase under the hole in a fluid series of jumps.
>Ok. Earth ponies? Not looking so shit now.
>”Jursht machik up derm der pranksh Twr!”
>”...what?”
>Applejack spits out her hammer. “Ah said Just magic up them there planks, ah can hammer 'em inta place!”
>”Ah! Right!”
>As Twilight begins to levitate planks of wood up to Applejack you glance about at the library.
>A lot of this wouldn't be possible without magic. Hell, mending the damage itself was mindblowing to watch, seeing that which was broken become whole and unblemished by way of a glowing cloud of light
“...amazing.”
>”Hm? What is Anonymous?”
>You nod toward her telekinesis.
“Magic...you make it look so -easy-”
>She blushes. “T-thank you. It's my special talent...”
“I can see why...”
>She reddens a bit more and Applejack rolls her eyes as she hammers in another nail.
“But...I also mean magic as a concept. That?” You thumb toward the bookcase and books. “Not possible on my world...to just” You snap your fingers. “Fix things...usually takes time, external resources...you are capable of things that turn the foundation of my study on its head.”
>”...such as?”
“Well, for one, the law of conservation of mass which states mass can neither be created or destroyed. It is a fundamental basis to how humanity came to understand the workings of the universe...and with a flash of your horn you shattered it...and I am not even going to go into -teleportation-.”
>”...maybe humans just haven't learned to look at the universe the right way?”
>You open your mouth to protest but close it in futility. How could you? Shit like this was commonplace in this world. You were the alien, the visitor, the moron. You had a lot of catching up to do...
“...guess I am going to have to be the first huh?”
>Twilight is about to respond when-
>”ANND done! Whew!”
>Sure enough the nailing had stopped, and the hole was now mended.
>”Wow AJ! That looks great!” Spike chirps from behind a stack of books.
>”I agree! Thanks a lot Applejack, the tree should be able to handle the rest.”
“...beg pardon?”
>”Oh! Well, eventually the tree will integrate the new wood into its trunk, and it will be like it never happened!”
“...what? How does that even work?”
>”Well you see, as the tree continues to grow, the natural energ-”
“Let me guess...magic?”
>Twilight smiles apologetically. “Basically...”
“And the nails?”
>She just shrugs, still smiling awkwardly.
“Of course..”
>You rub your face. Yeah a -lot- of catching up to do.
>”Aw cheer up sug'” Applejack bounds back down to the library floor. “You'll get it eventually. S'just your second day here after all! Now, Ah don't know bout ya'll, but I'm right famished. Why don't we take a stroll on up tah sweet apple acres and have ourselves a real apple family lunch?”
>Your stomach growls. That -did- sound good.
>”No foolin'?! Aw WOW THANKS AJ!” Spike whoops and is already making his way toward the door as fast as his little legs can carry him when Twilight jumps right into his path. “OOF!” Spike bounces off her forelegs and goes rolling off to the side.
>”No! We can't!” Twilight exclaims in panic, magicing over a scroll.
>The fuck?
>”I have today completely planned! Sure I've had to make....” A quill appears in a flash and begins to frantically scratch at the parchment. “-Adjustments- thanks to this morning. BUT if we leave now we can still reach every point on my planned route before sundown!”
...is this bitch serious?
>I think so.
Like...for real?
>For real.
STOMACH DEMANDS AN EXPLANATION FOR THIS BULLSHIT
Shut the fuck up fatty.
>You glance over at AJ who is wearing a half grin, half wince...yeah this was normal. “Ah eh...eheh, well- Twi- thats fine and all but-”
>”No buts! We need to adhere to the schedule or-”
>”HOLD IT!” Spike, having righted himself, stomps his scaly tail over to Twilight with a huff, stopping in front of her with his arms crossed. “I -distinctly- remember somepony talking about bringing me home some of Pinkie's cupcakes from yesterday's party...”
>Oh SNAP.
Fucking told.
>Twilight cringes. “O-oh...yeah...I'm sorry Spike. Really! I promise I'll pick some up to-”
>”Nuh huh! I wanna have lunch at AJ's. She makes the BEST apple fritters!”
>”Annd how.” Applejack drawls with a tip of her hat and a smirk.
STOMACH DEMANDS APPLE FRITTERS
>Twilight pleadingly looks between Spike, Applejack, and finally you. Finding -zero- sympathy for her OCD in any of your expressions she sighs and banishes the scroll in a flash of light.
>”Fine.”
>Spike whoops and sprints straight through Twilight's legs and out the door, causing her to gasp and stumble. “Ya'll won't regret this Twah, ain't -nothin'- like an Apple family lunch after some hard work!” Applejack says with a bright smile before trotting after the dragon.
>You and Twilight lock gazes.
“...I'm sure it was an awesome sched-”
>”Lets just go.” She huffs in annoyance before turning tail and walking outside.
Smooth.
>Fuck off.
>You follow and shut the door behind you.

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>You are anonymous
>You have been summoned to Equestria by way of a transuniversal summoning spell cast by none other than twilight sparkle herself
>After a painful entry and an even more painfully awkward introduction, you were introduced to Twilight and her friends.
>Things were looking up when suddenly Princess Celestia showed up, demanding to take you into custody.
>After being taken to Canterlot and subjected to a harsh interrogation, followed by a heart to heart with the sun goddess herself, you were cleared for citizenship among the pastel marshmallow population of Equestria.
>One Pinkie Pie party later, and you found yourself sawing logs face down in Twilight's guest bed...as the goddess of the moon watches the start of events to come from the far off parapets of Castle Canterlot.
>This is your story.

>...
>...you open your eyes.
>A sky of nondescript color and features opens above you. There is no sun, but it is day all the same.
>You blink and try to focus, but your vision seems stuck in the 'shitbrown and bloom' setting.
>The air...feels heavy. Solid. Your breath seems more like a mechanical sensation than a biological function.
>...turning your head to the side you see an indescribable landscape open up around you. It is a field, and yet a savannah...mountains and yet forests all at once. 
>You sit up.
>There is a disconnect between lying down and sitting up, and then sitting up and standing. As if there is no transition between them.
>Standing feels...a bit odd. You feel the ground beneath you and yet you feel like you are floating.
>...this isn't real; a lucid dream.
>The realization brings a wave of clarity to the world. You are definitely in a field. A barren one. There is no color.
>The sky becomes a bit more discernible. There are no clouds, and the still invisible sun casts something akin to a dark half-light over the land.
>You cannot feel any warmth, or cold. You cannot even feel the air you breathe. 
>...and now you can't move.


>You are finally able to feel now. There is a breeze...a cool one.
>Something cold, deep, courses its way through you. 
>From your head, swirling around in your chest as an icy pit that flows into your stomach and down your legs...you feel yourself rooted to the spot.
>Fear. 
>The sky darkens.
Oh God. Oh God don't move. Don't Move. 
>The air grows cold.
Do not move. Do not move. It will know. It will know if you move and you will die.
>The skin on your back and neck pricks in a wave of bumps. It is here. Behind you.
Don't turn. Don't run. It can't hurt you if you just stay still. It will pass you by. When it does make a break for the road.
>Road? What road. There is no road. There is nothing save the darkening land around you. The air grows colder still.
If we can make it to the road, we can reach the garrison. We will be safe there.
>You don't underst-
>An icy hand clasps itself around your shoulder, and the fetid, spiking stench of rotting flesh assaults your nose.
>Your chest, now feeling as if it is being depressed by a lead weight, fills in preparation to scream the last sound you will ever make-
>-and you wake up...to two reptilian green eyes less than an inch away starring into your own.
>”Hi!”
>Run ScreamLikeaBitch.exe?
>[Y]/N


>...
>You are Twilight Sparkle.
>And it is the start of a -wonderful- day!
>You have already been up for two hours, getting things ready for the day ahead.
>You decided it would be best to take the day to help Anon get acclimated to life here. You had -everything- planned!
>First you would both have breakfast at the nearby outdoor cafe
>Then it would be off to a more -thorough- tour of Ponyville. Planned perfectly with scheduled stops along the way where you will share with him -all- of your notes on each location!
>After that, a quick stop at each of your friend's homes and jobs with lunch in between, and then it would be back to the library for an afternoon of categorizing books! Again!
>You had already categorized the library once when you woke up and saw Anonymous still asleep. 
>In fact, you are sliding the last book into place as you sip your coffee...wondering if Spike had managed to get the sleeping human up from his slum-
>Your thoughts are interrupted by a most un-manly shriek and a series of thuds from upstairs.
>”GAAAAHFUCKFUCKFUCKGETOFFGETOFFGETOFF”
>what.


>A screaming blur of limbs crashes its way down the stairs.
>You jump back in shock, your mug of coffee crashing to the floor as something is thrown free of the tumbling, screaming tangle of limbs.
>”LOOK OUT TWI-”
>Spike hits you right in the face, sending you flying back into a bookshelf and then to the floor as something else crashes out of view.
>You look up, Spike sprawled on top of you as the bookcase above teeters. Your blood turns to ice as it rocks forward...
>Then sigh in relief as it teeters backwards...and then scream in horror as it keeps going.
“NO! NONONONONONO-”
>The book case crashes backward into its neighbor, and then the next follows suit. Like dominoes the bookcases of the library crash one by one to the ground, their tomes flying in all directions while you lie there paralyzed with shock.
>As the last bookcase falls with a resounding boom the library is filled with a deafening silence.
>You move the dazed dragon off of you and shakily get to your hooves. 
>All of that categorization...all of that work...your beautiful library....now a pile of CLUTTER...a disorganized MESS of CHAOS
>You begin to hyperventilate...when you hear the pained groans of another, lying somewhere amidst the devastation...

>...
>...
>Brain.exe has recovered from a serious error.
Bro.
>Nng.
Bro. Up and at em. Shit just happened.
>Fucking...ugh...
Stop being a pussy. Up. Go. 
>Fucking fine...
>You give your aching head a shake and open your eyes. 
>What the fuck just happened? Were you run over by a truck? It feels like you were...
>You groan and sit up, wincing at a pain in your shoulder. 
>Can I get a breakdown?
Aren't you in the middle of one right now?
>Hah. Fucking hah.
>You think back...you remember...fuck a dream? A field? There was...something...something fucking scary...
>...then you woke up to two lizard eyes staring at you and proceeded to flip shit, that's right. How did you wind up down here th-
>”ANON?!”
>Any fog that clouded your mind is torn away as you turn painfully toward the voice...taking in the sheer destruction as you do.
>Pic related.
>...oh Jesus.
You ded. 
“...Morning Twilight?” 
So ded.
>Day 2 in Equestria. 


>A FEW HOURS LATER
“I'm sorry.”
>Silence.
“...I'm -really- sorry?”
>Grumbles. The thrum of magic.
>You sigh as Twilight continues to give you the semi-silent treatment from some unseen part of the library. 
>This would be the...third, fourth time you attempted to start this exchange? She would have none of it. 
>Really you couldn't blame her. As a fellow bibliophile you would have choked a bitch for the atrocities wrought upon this archive.
>You slide another book into place, an almanac, and wince a bit. Your tumble down the stairs hadn't hurt you -too- bad, but you had a few bruises for your trouble.
>Spike worked at a measured distance from you, having not said a word to you the entire morning after he woke you up and only sparing the occasional curious glance.
>When you say a measured distance, you mean that you were keeping him a few arm lengths away from yourself, flinching if he got too close.
>Why?
Because you are a -massive- vagina?
>Fu-
>”Anon.”
“-CKINGSHIT”


>Twilight's sudden appearance next to you causes you to fumble the dictionary you were about to slide onto the shelf out of your hands...and into Twilight's waiting magic. You flinch as she snaps the tome into place next to its neighbor, glare boring into you.
>”Anon.” 
>You -don't- like that tone.
>”I am willing to accept that this is all a...big change for you, and that as a result you might be acting a bit...odd.”
>You gulp.
>”...but, if I may be so inclined to ask; WHAT the B-” She notices Spike staring at her wide-eyed. “-hay happened this morning?!”
>Ah hell.
“...well.”
>”I'm listening.”
“...Uuuuh...Right. Its um...Its kind of a funny story-”
>”I went to wake him up like you asked Twi. When he did, and saw me, he TOTALLY wigged out and ran for the stairs screaming! Then he tripped down the stairs with me still on him!” Spike pipes up from behind you.
>FUCK YOU TOO YOU SCALY HELLSPAWN.
>Twilight's eyes narrow. “Really...and why is that?”
>Nnng.
“...I...ugh...look I had this...this nightmare, I think. I can't remember much of it now but it was crazy...I woke up to him on me staring at me and I panicked.”
>”...”
“...I'm Herpetophobic.”
>”...You have a fear of reptiles?”
>You nod...a bit impressed she knew what that was...and a little more puzzled at the flutter in your chest.
God you suck.
>Fuck you.


>”Wait...a fear of...reptiles?”
>”Lizards spike. Lizards, snakes...”
>”Wait he's afraid of those? But I'm a dragon!”
>”Dragons are reptiles.”
>”So?”
>”-SO- you look like things he is afraid of!”
>”...oooooh. Ehehe...thats...thats kinda neat actually!”
>Your expression must speak volumes because the little dragon cringes.
>”Uh- I mean- Y-you don't have to be afraid of me Anon! Really!”
“...”
>”Anon, if I may ask...why-” Twilight starts.
“When I was little, the church took us to a local zoo for a field trip. They had a 'trained' monitor lizard being held by a handler for us to pet. I reached over and the thing turned around and sunk its teeth into my hand. I had to go to the hospital.”
>Your answer is immediate and terse as your eyes never leave the singular fang jutting out of spike's mouth. You emphasize the point by holding up the hand in question, the scars, though faint, are still visible. 
“So, when I saw him so close to my -face- after I just woke up from a nightmare, I freaked out. Sorry.” >Twilight winces and Spike looks more than a little self-conscious.
Nice going ass.
>WHAT?! They wanted a reason and I gave them-
>”But, Anon, m'not gonna bite you or nothin'!” He takes a small step forward and you flinch.

“I-”
>”Really!” The little dragon pads over and you stiffen. He extends a claw. “Allow me to introduce myself! Name's Spike. I'm Twilight's assistant! ...And I guess yours, if you are going to he helping her with research!”
“Uh...huh...” 
>You glance at Twilight, who simply stares at you waiting for a response.
Dude don't be a dick. 
>FINE.
>You breathe..and looking down at Spike manage a strained smile as you extend your hand, beating back the flashbacks.
>The little claw feels hard, and scaly...but not cold, like you imagined. You shake once, twice, and then draw your hand back a bit more quickly than what would be considered polite, but Spike doesn't seem to notice, and with a huge, boyish smile he turns and makes his away back over to his shelf.
>You release the breath you were holding and look at Twilight. 
>She's smiling.
>...you find yourself doing the same.
“Uh...”
>Twilight shakes her head and opens her mouth to speak-
WHAM
>”MORNIN' YA'LL!”

>”GAH!” Twilight -leaps- up in shock, right into your arms. Spike yelps and a book tower collapses on him as he jumps in fright, 
>”A-APPLEJACK?!”
>”Eeeeyup!” And indeed, The cowpony stands in the doorway, framed in the morning light, saddlebags bulging with supplies.
>”I promised ta help ya fix the hole in yer lahbrary and ah -always- keep...mah...
>She looks over at you and Twilight...and quirks a brow with a smirk.
>”Eheh...ah ain't interruptin' nothin' now am I?”
>You look at her.
>She looks at you.
>Cue simultaneous blush.
>*FWEEM*
>Twilight vanishes from your arms in a flash of light and reappears a little over a foot away, looking away from you.
>”N-not at all! HAHA!”
>You cough.
>”...riiiight.” Applejack takes a few steps in “Mah, gosh Twah! What the hay happened in here?” Applejack looks around the library, still very much in disarray. Spike manages to dig himself out of his tomb of tomes with a gasp.
>”J-just a little redecorating! YES! HAHA!” She is still blushing and wide eyed as Applejack stares at her.
> ...you would comment on how terrible of a liar Twilight is... if you weren't so preoccupied by how cute she looked when she tried.
We -are- going to talk about this shit. Its weird man.
>YOU'RE WEIRD.

>TEN MINUTES LATER
> “HAH! Lizards? Well don't that just beat all.”
>You grumble. 
> “And Spike? Of all critters? Why he ain't hurt nobody. Ain't that right?”
> “Yuh huh!” The little dragon nods as he stacks tomes upon a shelf.
“Yeah well how was I supposed to know that.”
>Applejack laughs. It is a low, throaty chuckle...and oddly melodic. “Ah shoot ah'm just bustin yer chops Anon.” You stumble when she gives you a playful jab with her hoof before moving over to a fallen bookcase. Fuck she is strong.
She could kick your ass.
>Yeah well you don't even have an ass to kick.
Oooh good one. Seriously I need some burn heal over here.
>You are pulled from your thoughts when you see the bookshelf right itself with a heave of Applejack's legs. 
>”HRN- Ah. There ya go!”
>...FUCK she is strong.
You don't even lift.
>Maybe I should...

>Over the course of a half hour your ragtag group eventually has the library sorted...mostly. You still have a -lot- of reorganization to do. 
>Thankfully any lasting damage, which included a bookcase cracked near its base and several tomes who had been broken at their spines, was repaired in a wave of Twilight's translucent, purple magic. 
>”I think that should do it!” Twilight comments brightly. 
>”Actually Twah, Ah still need ta' fix that there hole in yer tree.”
>”GAH! I had completely forgot!”
>”Aw shoot. Ain't no thing!” Applejack winks at you and Twilight before looping a small bag of nails around her neck and taking a hammer in her teeth.
>”HUP.” What follows next is a truly impressive display of equine agility, as Applejack clears the table, then a bookshelf, and finally reaches the top of a bookcase under the hole in a fluid series of jumps.
>Ok. Earth ponies? Not looking so shit now.
>”Jursht machik up derm der pranksh Twr!”
>”...what?”
>Applejack spits out her hammer. “Ah said Just magic up them there planks, ah can hammer 'em inta place!”
>”Ah! Right!”
>As Twilight begins to levitate planks of wood up to Applejack you glance about at the library. 
>A lot of this wouldn't be possible without magic. Hell, mending the damage itself was mindblowing to watch, seeing that which was broken become whole and unblemished by way of a glowing cloud of light

“...amazing.”
>”Hm? What is Anonymous?”
>You nod toward her telekinesis.
“Magic...you make it look so -easy-”
>She blushes. “T-thank you. It's my special talent...”
“I can see why...”
>She reddens a bit more and Applejack rolls her eyes as she hammers in another nail.
“But...I also mean magic as a concept. That?” You thumb toward the bookcase and books. “Not possible on my world...to just” You snap your fingers. “Fix things...usually takes time, external resources...you are capable of things that turn the foundation of my study on its head.”
>”...such as?”
“Well, for one, the law of conservation of mass which states mass can neither be created or destroyed. It is a fundamental basis to how humanity came to understand the workings of the universe...and with a flash of your horn you shattered it...and I am not even going to go into -teleportation-.”
>”...maybe humans just haven't learned to look at the universe the right way?”
>You open your mouth to protest but close it in futility. How could you? Shit like this was commonplace in this world. You were the alien, the visitor, the moron. You had a lot of catching up to do...
“...guess I am going to have to be the first huh?”

>Twilight is about to respond when-
>”ANND done! Whew!”
>Sure enough the nailing had stopped, and the hole was now mended.
>”Wow AJ! That looks great!” Spike chirps from behind a stack of books.
>”I agree! Thanks a lot Applejack, the tree should be able to handle the rest.”
“...beg pardon?”
>”Oh! Well, eventually the tree will integrate the new wood into its trunk, and it will be like it never happened!”
“...what? How does that even work?”
>”Well you see, as the tree continues to grow, the natural energ-”
“Let me guess...magic?”
>Twilight smiles apologetically. “Basically...”
“And the nails?”
>She just shrugs, still smiling awkwardly.
“Of course..” 
>You rub your face. Yeah a -lot- of catching up to do.
>”Aw cheer up sug'” Applejack bounds back down to the library floor. “You'll get it eventually. S'just your second day here after all! Now, Ah don't know bout ya'll, but I'm right famished. Why don't we take a stroll on up tah sweet apple acres and have ourselves a real apple family lunch?”
>Your stomach growls. That -did- sound good.
>”No foolin'?! Aw WOW THANKS AJ!” Spike whoops and is already making his way toward the door as fast as his little legs can carry him when Twilight jumps right into his path. “OOF!” Spike bounces off her forelegs and goes rolling off to the side.
>”No! We can't!” Twilight exclaims in panic, magicing over a scroll.
>The fuck?

>”I have today completely planned! Sure I've had to make....” A quill appears in a flash and begins to frantically scratch at the parchment. “-Adjustments- thanks to this morning. BUT if we leave now we can still reach every point on my planned route before sundown!”
...is this bitch serious?
>I think so.
Like...for real? 
>For real.
STOMACH DEMANDS AN EXPLANATION FOR THIS BULLSHIT
Shut the fuck up fatty.
>You glance over at AJ who is wearing a half grin, half wince...yeah this was normal. “Ah eh...eheh, well- Twi- thats fine and all but-”
>”No buts! We need to adhere to the schedule or-”
>”HOLD IT!” Spike, having righted himself, stomps his scaly tail over to Twilight with a huff, stopping in front of her with his arms crossed. “I -distinctly- remember somepony talking about bringing me home some of Pinkie's cupcakes from yesterday's party...”
>Oh SNAP.
Fucking told.

>Twilight cringes. “O-oh...yeah...I'm sorry Spike. Really! I promise I'll pick some up to-”
>”Nuh huh! I wanna have lunch at AJ's. She makes the BEST apple fritters!”
>”Annd how.” Applejack drawls with a tip of her hat and a smirk.
STOMACH DEMANDS APPLE FRITTERS
>Twilight pleadingly looks between Spike, Applejack, and finally you. Finding -zero- sympathy for her OCD in any of your expressions she sighs and banishes the scroll in a flash of light.
>”Fine.”
>Spike whoops and sprints straight through Twilight's legs and out the door, causing her to gasp and stumble. “Ya'll won't regret this Twah, ain't -nothin'- like an Apple family lunch after some hard work!” Applejack says with a bright smile before trotting after the dragon.
>You and Twilight lock gazes.
“...I'm sure it was an awesome sched-”
>”Lets just go.” She huffs in annoyance before turning tail and walking outside.
Smooth.
>Fuck off. 
>You follow and shut the door behind you.

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