>The following morning
>"So... let me get this straight... You say you wanted the cast to come off... and it just DID?" she stomped her hoof into the floor, making a dull CLOMP sound. "Like that?"
>You nod.
"Pretty much, yeah. I don't know how it happened myself."
>"But that's impossible! You don't look like you could cast even the simplest of magic spells! You don't have a horn; you don't have something you could focus magic through, even if you knew how to use it!" She rubbed her forehead with her hoof, a headache beginning to set in as she tried to make sense of this. She looked to you, eyebrow cocked, as if she didn't know whether to believe you or not.
>"Now, are you SURE that's all that happened? I need to know, Anonymous."
>You sigh, scratching at the shaggy mop that your hair had become. God, you needed a haircut.
"Well, there was this... tingling sensation after I woke up in the middle of the night--"
>You're cut off as Twilight leans in close; too close for comfort at that. She must not have any real concept of personal space.
>"A... tingling sensation, Anonymous? Was there anything else? Anything at all?"
>You sigh, and resume scratching your head.
"Well... before the tingling... I had this dream."
>"Could you tell me about your dream, Anonymous? This could be important."
>You nod, and begin recounting what you could remember from the dream.
 
>You told her of her and her friends and the shattered jewelry, yourself in the robes with that staff, and that weird creature that had the head of a horse, and a body that was a mishmash of tons of different animals.
>Twilight went pale when you described the creature to her, her ears drooped, and Spike, who had been listening in, had fallen from the spot on the stairs he had parked himself on.
>Even you felt worried when you saw Twilight begin pacing around, muttering something about "Princess Celestia", "Discord", and god knows what else. Before you know it, Twilight has Spike write a letter, only to ignite it in a burst of green flame
>Before you even have time to question just what the hell happened, another scroll appears in a burst of similar green flames.
>Twilight grasps the parchment with her magic, eyes fying over each and every line. After she presumable finishes, she just stands there, scroll still suspended in the air.
"Uh... Twilight? Ea-- Uh, Equestria to Twilight... What's up?"
>She blinks once. Then once again before she turns to you, her expression grim.
>"Anonymous... Princess Celestia herself has summoned you to the royal capitol of Canterlot to discuss the details surrounding your dream..."
"Oh. Well, is that all? Why, that's just fine andEHWHAAAAAAAAT?"
 
>Okay, now YOU were panicking. Talking horses or not, you were going to meet ROYALTY. A freaking PRINCESS no less.
"Oh no. Oh no no no NO oh god no, this is not good..."
>Spike looks from you to Twilight, who seemed to be just as worried as you were, and back to you again before speaking.
>"A-Anonymous? You okay? You're looking a little pale..."
"Okay", Spike? Am I "Okay", Spike? A week ago, I suddenly end up in the Everfree Forest with no idea how I got there, befriended an Ursa Major, who is in the care of someone I don't even KNOW, I might have magical freaking powers, I had a freaky dream where Twilight and her friends might be DEAD, I'm going to meet freaking ROYALTY, and I'm wearing nothing but RAGS. So no, Spike. I am NOT okay. I am confused, dirty, and fucking TERRIFIED.
>"O-Oh... sorry Anonymous... I was just..."
>Spike trails off, not even bothering to finish the sentence. He's rubbing an arm, not able to even look you in the eye after your tirade.
>Fuck, now you felt like an ass.
"No... I'M sorry, Spike... I shouldn't have gone off on you like that. You were worried about me. I can't be angry at you for that..."
>You smile, and rub his scaly head, which earns you a laugh and a smile from the dragon pup.
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"So... how long do I have?"
>Twilight glances at the scroll again, before setting it down on the table.
>"You'll be sent a carriage tomorrow afternoon."
>Okay, you had time. That was good. You never could prepare yourself adequately if you had to leave immediately. Hopefully you could get a haircut, and maybe find something better to wear than what you had on at the moment.
>Twilight directed you to the bathroom, and though it took some time to figure out how the shower worked, you managed to clean yourself until that faint odor was no longer apparent.
>Twilight was fine with trimming your hair for you, a process that went by fairly quickly thanks to her magic, and Spike made sure to clean up the mess before the three of you set off to Rarity's home and workplace, hoping to get you some new clothes.
 
>Fortunately, after Twilight explained the situation to Rarity, she was all too glad to prepare some clothes for you, although you had some difficulty explaining pants, shoes and socks to her. Her stubborn declaration that you looked fine without them didn't help.
>Thankfully, after much persuasion, she agrees to sew you the requested articles of clothing to match the shirt and coat she made for you, the buttons of the latter encrusted with gems that you weren't familiar with. They LOOKED like diamonds, but Rarity assured you that they weren't.
>As you slip your left arm through the corresponding sleeve, you felt a familiar tingle, though the sensation was much weaker than it was last night. You could have sworn the gem on the cufflink was glowing too, but if it was, neither Rarity or Twilight noticed.
>You look at yourself in the mirror provided by Rarity. The outfit you had on had a definite noble quality, the coat and pants a nice baby blue, with a navy trim, the style reminding you of a soldier during the revolutionary period. You gaze down at the shoes, a pristine white to go with the light colors of the suit.
>Apparently, the shoes were made of a durable, yet flexible material, derived from a plant whose name you were unfamiliar with. They looked nice, and as long as they were comfortable, you didn't care WHAT they were made out of. You and Twilight thank Rarity for her help, and leave.
>You weren't quite sure why, but the way she looked at you, and the way she said that you could "Come by any time" sent a shiver down your spine. That look she gave you didn't help.
 
>After stopping at Sugarcube Corner for some of Pinkie Pie's muffins, (Blueberry for Twilight, Double Chocolate Chip for you, and one with sapphires for Spike.) the three of you head back to the library, Twilight Sparkle discussing just what Pinkie Pie was talking about when you had stopped in there.
"So... She throws parties for any new visitor to Ponyville?"
>Twilight nods, swallowing a bite of her muffin. "Mmhmm. She threw one for me when I moved to Ponyville a while back, and it was one party I'll never forget."
>You rub your chin. A party sounded like the perfect thing to help you unwind after all the weird shit you went through during the past week. But if there WAS going to be a party, you'd rather have Baloo along for the ride. But, as Twilight pointed out, not only would he not fit inside the Library, the Townspeople would freak out if an Ursa Major wandered into town.
>You sigh. That made sense. Dammit, sometimes you hated when she made sense.
>As the three of you walk down the street towards the library, you can't help but feel all the eyes of the townspeople on you. Most of them reacted with confusion; after all, you were unique, even compared to a lot of the animals that inhabited this land.
>Other reacted with fear. Though, you couldn't really blame them, all things considered.
>Despite that, a large number of the townspeople... or rather, townsPONIES, acted as though you were already a member of the village. Maybe it was because Twilight and her friends were already pretty friendly with you. Mr. and Mrs. Cake, the owners of Sugarcube Corner were nice enough, after all. Maybe it was Pinkie's influence or something.
 
>The three of you finally reach the library, where Twilight decides to study that section on Humans a bit more, whereas Spike sat down with a stack of comic books, who were clearly ponified expies of comic book heroes from your world.
>Meanwhile, you decided to pick up a book on Equestrian History. If you were going to be stuck here for a while, it'd be a good idea to familiarize yourself with this place's background.
>While both you and Twilight were absorbed in your reading material, you couldn't help but glance at the large owl that was also a resident of the library. That stare was fucking creepy.
"What're you looking at?"
>"Who?" was the bird's reply.
"I'm asking YOU..."
>"Who?"
"You!"
>"Who?"
"YOU DAMN IT! YOU!"
>This earned a giggle from Twilight Sparkle, whereas Spike looked up from his issue of "Batmane", and sighed.
>"You should quit while you're ahead. I have the same problem with him."
>You glare at the bird, who only tilts his head sideways in response, before you return the history book to it's proper place. Once you do so, you turn to Twilight.
"Hey, I'm going to go ahead and go to sleep, alright? If you can, could you wake me up at a decent hour? I want to make sure I'm prepared for tomorrow."
>Twilight looks up from the book, and nods.
>"Alright Anonymous. Have a good night's sleep, okay?"
>You give her the best smile you can, despite being tired as hell.
"I'll try."