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PART ONE
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>You're getting pushed around by a light green unicorn and her purple-maned friend, as they give you a tour of their town.
>Said town is in a world you slipped into while having a transdimensional slumber... or something like that, fuck if you know how you got here.
>’Having a strange day’ would be the understatement of the century.
>You’ve already been shown a strange pink and purple building with what looked like a carousel on top of it.
>It confused you greatly.
>Why would these ponies have a carousel?
>Would the carousel have fake plastic humans for the ponies to ride on?
>Your puzzled thoughts were interrupted by the mint green guide.
>She was tugging and pointing at your shirt while spouting nonsense.
>Eventually, she let go of your clothes and started walking further into town.
>Now, Minty HarpButt is taking you through a plaza and to some tall construction with a bunch of flags on its roof.
>She’s probably giving you information about what it is, but you're too busy not speaking equine to understand.
>While she's focused on her explanations, you turn around to face Sweety McCandyFlank.
>You point at HarpButt with your thumb, touch your ear and then shrug.
>She gives an annoyed sigh and walk to the gesticulating unicorn, who was now making crashing sound effects and ramming her forelegs together.
>You have no idea on how those explosions are related to what looks like the town hall.
>The confection-themed pony tap your exuberant guide on the shoulder.
>The two of them trade a few words.
>Afterwards, the green spazz turns back towards you.
>"Oh..."
>A sound of dumbfounded realization if you ever heard one.
 
>Next stop, a gingerbread house.
>Awesome.
>There?’s also a few stalls randomly spread around, but the candy construction really caught your attention.
>You see Minty take a deep breath, sure to resume her endless flow of words.
>However she quickly slams a hoof against her mouth, preventing words from leaving it.
>Instead of her incoherent babble, she trots over to the sugary building and beckons you to get closer.
>Why not?
>Once near the unicorn, you follow her pointing hoof to a window.
>Cakes!
>Lots of them!
>So, a bakery that really IS a gingerbread house?
>You love this place so much.
 
>After having your your drool-stained body pulled away from the pastry-making pastry house, you are presented with a tree.
>Woohoo.
>Sarcasm aside, the tree is still pretty interesting.
>There?fs a bunch of windows and balconies jutting out from it.
>A sign that pictures an open book is also planted next to the front door.
>From the looks of it, it's either a library or a bookstore.
>You wonder what kind of literature there is in this world.
>It could be interesting to read about the history of this place.
>You receive a mental slap, courtesy of your brain.
>Right. Language barrier.
>Speaking of language, you hardly notice the conversation going on behind you.
>You turn to face the discussion.
>It involves a lot of pointing at you and the library alternatively.
>Their dialogue is interrupted by a loud yawn.
>How can you be so tired? You just slept through the entire afternoon!
>Travelling between your world and theirs may have drained you of your energy or something.
>Science fiction isn't really your forte.
>Apparently you’re oscitation is contagious, as your two tour guides both let out an adorable yawn.
>They exchange a few more words and start to lead the way to another part of town.
 
>You are now in what you would describe as the residential district.
>The fancy and colorful shops give way to a bunch of thatched roof houses.
>Candyflank opens the door to one of them.
>You guess Minty’s going to help you find a place to sleep alone.
>Wait... Nope, looks like these two are roommates.
>You’ll have to figure out something yourself.
>You wave goodbye at the light green unicorn as she enters her domicile.
>She turns around and raise an eyebrow, she motions you to get inside.
>Don’t mind if I do.
>After bending down to pass the entrance, you immediately notice the interior looks way bigger than expected.
>Fortunately, you can stand without hitting your head on the ceiling. Barely.
>Minty guides you to a bedroom, probably the guest room.
>She motions to the smallish bed and says a few words.
>You give her a large smile, happy to receive such hospitality. It is returned.
>She turn around and move further in the house.
>You enter your designated room and close the door.
>Tired as hell you remove your shirt and throw it on the ground.
>You don’t bother with blankets and other trivialities, choosing to fall face first on the pillow instead.
>For the third and final time of this day, you fall asleep.
 
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PART TWO
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>You wake up, still sprawled out on your stomach.
>However, something feels different than last night.
>It could be the large furry thing laying on your back. Maybe.
>Those equines better not be raising giant spiders or you’re taking the first trip to Heart Attack-ville.
>You open your eyes and slowly turn your head to see what’s resting on your spine.
>What a relief.
>It’s Minty, she’s curled up in a ball and lightly snoring.
>...
>A heart attack is still possible.
 
>How are you going to get out of bed?
>Waking her would be a crime against adorableness.
>Maybe you can just...
>You slowly slide your hands under her and lift her an inch above your back.
>Quickly, you slip your lower body out of bed.
>You gently lay the sleeping unicorn back on the bed.
>Success!
>Now to leave the roo-
>Hardwood paneling.
>If they’re as reliable to stay silent as they are back on Earth, you’re fucked.
>You softly make your way to the door, picking up your shirt on your way there.
>The door opens without any creak.
>You give a last look at Minty.
>Still sleeping.
>Perfect.
 
>Satisfied with your the silent operation, you leave the room.
>And slam your head into the doorway with a loud thud.
>Clutching to your face, you fall to the ground.
>Fuckfuckfuck.
>You twist your body around and get on your knees.
>Still sleeping.
>Guess she’s a pretty heavy sleeper.
>As you get back up on your feet, the floorboards let out a soft squeak.
>”Rrrnn...”
>Damn you floor! I thought we were cool, we could have been friends!
>But noooo, you had to be a dick.
>Well fuck you too, hardwood.
>You freeze in place, trying not to make any more noise..
>Her ear does the most adorable twitch you ever witnessed and she goes back to her snoring.
>Daaaawwwwww.
 
>Looking around, you notice something strange.
>Now that the room is well-lit with sunlight, you can see that it’s way too...
>...Dishevelled, to be a guest room.
>A few books scattered here and there.
>The closet is wide open, revealing a dress of some sort.
>Is that... sheet music?
>And a lyre?
>Wait, didn’t Minty have a lyre on her flan-
>Oooooohhh!
>When she showed you the room yesterday, she probably only showing you around the house.
>And you just went in and crashed on her bed like an asshole.
>You wonder why she didn’t wake you up though?
>Well, she did manage to get comfortable on your back without waking you, so you guess you’re an even more heavy sleeper than her.
 
>You exit the room, putting your shirt back on and watching your head as you pass the doorway.
>As you slip your head past the collar of your garment and you meet with the other occupant of the house.
>Bon Bon is looking at you, her left eyebrow higher than it has any rights to be.
>Does she thinks that you and...
>You roll your eyes.
>It’s not like you slept with her.
>Well you kind of did, but you didn’t sleep ‘sleep’ with her.
>It’s just a fuzzy pastel pony that slept on your back, what does she think you did?
>Augh...
>When will this morning end?
>She shrugs.
>With a quick movement of her head, she motions you to follow her.
>You hope she’s leading you to breakfast, you’re starving.
 
>Nope, you’re back to the tree-library-bookstore thing you saw yesterday.
>Candyflank knocks on the door a few times.
>A female voice can be heard from inside the tree and the sound of footsteps is getting closer.
>The door swings open with a purple flash.
>Weird.
>A purple unicorn is standing inside the hollow tree.
>Her mane is a darker shade of purple with a pink streak in it.
>There’s also a star on her flank, seriously what’s up with all the ass tattoo in this world?
>She’s staring at you with an incredulous look.
>The cream pony at your side steps forward and start to converse with what you assume is the town librarian.
>The conversation is short and they soon wave each other goodbye.
>You turn around to follow CandyFlank, but something is holding you by the neck of your shirt.
>You hear PurpleStar say something behind your back while you are slowly dragged inside.
>By the sound of it, you could tell she said something along the lines of ‘Oh no, you dont!’.
 
>As you are pulled further into the tree, the door closes with yet another purplish-pink glow.
>The force that hauled you indoor let go of your shirt.
>You stand up and look around.
>Damn, that’s a lot of books.
>There are books surrounding you in bookshelves.
>Books on the ground all around you in large piles.
>Books on every surface you can see.
>Books.
>Books everywhere.
>Pretty disorderly for a library.
 
>The purple librarian is rummaging through a large pile of books, obviously looking for something in particular.
>”Ah-ha!”
>She jumps down from the mountain of literature and a book emerges from it, glowing with a familiar purple hue.
>And now, PurpleStar’s horn is glowing too.
>Coincidence? I think not.
>You are clearly in the presence of a pony-wizard.
>This world is AWESOME!
 
 
>Pony-wizards are boring.
>You’ve been sitting still for half an hour, watching the purple unicorn flip through what appears to be an animal encyclopedia.
>You did try to make her understand you’re probably not in the book.
>Every attempt made was answered with magic making you sit back down on this wooden stool.
>The book is starting to run out of pages for her to read and you can see she’s getting irritated about not figuring out what you are.
>She flips the last page and then throws the book back in its pile of brethren.
>”AUGH!!!”
>The sorcerous equine starts to massage her temples with her eyes closed.
>You shift awkwardly on your stool, hunger making you squirm.
>If only you could go back to that gingerbread house.
 
>Your food related daydreaming is interrupted when PurpleStar slams her han- err, hooves on the desk she was sitting at.
>She turns her head towards you, her face bearing a ominous grin and a certain spark in her eyes.
>You see her blink out of existence and reappear a few feet away, near a bookshelf.
>Teleportation? Pony-wizards are back to awesome.
>After making a few books fly off the shelf, she settles on a large grimoire.
>She rapidly riffle through the book and stops about halfway into it.
>Her grin widens.
>She slowly starts to close the gap separating you and her, her horn glowing with progressive intensity.
>You don’t like the look she’s got on her face.
>You stand up an-HOLYSHIT!
>SHE’S CASTING MAGIC MISSILE!!!
>You shield your face with your arms.
>A ray of light pass through your arms and forehead.
>...
>That’s it?
>Either her magic sucks or she wasn’t attacking you.
>You’re going to go with the latter.
>You lower your guard and look quizzically at her.
>She says something, but her lips are not moving.
>Your expression changes to a surprised one when you realise the words are echoing through your head.
>You still can’t understand a single one of them though.
 
 
>PurpleStar smiles at your change of facial expression.
>She unleash torrent of words in your head.
>You don’t know what she thinks happened, but she seems to be tooting her own horn pretty hard.
>Heh, puns.
>It gets pretty annoying.
>Her head seems pretty far up her own flank to think whatever she did worked.
>Heh. Flankface.
>She suddenly stops talking, a surprised look on her face.
>It quickly changes to a deadpan expression.
>Hey! You see a picture form in your mind.
>Is that your hea-
>Why did your head just explode?
>The unicorn smirks at your disconcerted face.
>Okay, let’s see if you got this straight.
>Flankface over here tried some telepathic spell or something on you.
>You don’t know if it was supposed to make you understand each other, but now you can apparently share pictures with your mind.
>That’s sorta cool.
>You could have done the same with a pen and some paper, but now you don’t have to actually draw stuff.
 
>Looks like she had the same epiphany, you see her sit back down at her desk.
>A scroll and a quill magically float to said desk.
>Well, if she prefer to draw you can- Oh. Wait. Mental picture coming in.
>It’s you and her, standing side by side.
>A bunch of strange symbols appear under her.
>The unicorn is pointing at herself.
>”‹Twilight Sparkle›.”
>Must be her name, it sounds like a bunch of random syllables put together. You repeat after her.
“Twilit Sprkel.”
>God damn, that sounded like a badger trying to claw its way up your throat.
>Something is forming beneath the image of your person.
>Are those question marks?
>This is going to make things so much easier.
>You remove the question marks and add your name.
“Anonymous.”
 
 
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PART THREE
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>The unicorn repeats your name without any flaws.
>”Anonymous.”
>...Showoff.
>While on the subject of names, you should ask Twilight Sparkle...
>Wow, it still sounds weird, even when you simply think about pronouncing the name.
>Anyway, you should ask... her, the real names of Minty & Sweety.
>You replace the pictures of the unicorn and yourself with HarpButt and CandyFlank, putting question marks underneath them.
>Twilight seems to understand as symbols supersede the interrogative punctuation and Minty’s image grows bigger.
>”‹Lyra Heartstring›.”
“‹Lyra Artsryn›.”
>You’re getting better at this equine language.
>Min- Lyra’s mental representation shrink back down and it’s Sweety’s turn to get larger.
>”‹Bon Bon›.”
“‹Bon Bon›.”
>That sounded about right.
>Maybe you could eventually try to learn to speak this language.
 
>You notice Twilight's been giving quick glances at your neck for a few minutes now.
>Is there something on your throat?
>Nope, only your headphones.
>...
>Oh right! Technology!
>You chuckle as you remove the headphones from around your neck.
>This is going to blow her little pony-wizard mind.
>You don the earpiece to show her how to wear it.
>The unicorn signature purple glow envelop the headgear as you hand it over to her.
>She awkwardly puts your headphones on, probably worried about wearing something an alien gave her.
>You pull out your mp3 player and play a random song.
>http://www.youtu.be/JiIm-vNBpao
>She looks like she would enjoy some good ol’ classic.
>’Surprised’ isn’t even close to describe the expression on her face when the music begins.
>You let the song runs for a while and then retrieve your headphones from the purple unicorn's head.
 
 
 
>You really need to ask her about something that's been puzzling since you first met ponies.
>What's with all the ass tattoo?
>A sideview picture of Twilight forms on the mental sketchpad you two share and you add a circle around her flank.
>The unicorn looks at her flank.
>She turns back to you with a flustered face and a light blush.
>The mind version of Twilight’s rump enlarge and a large question mark is added next to it.
>What the- Damn self-conscious pony-wizard.
>You give the unicorn a deadpan look.
>You don’t care if she thinks she has large haunches, you just want to know more about the mark on them!
>You circle the purple star on her mind-flank a few times and add some arrows pointing at it for good measure.
>Her eyes expand lightly as she seem to understand what you meant.
>She smiles then walks to one of the bookshelves that are carved in the walls.
>A small book comes floating to your hand.
>’Nryei Zlusk : Ofly lui yfit?’
>Interesting title.
>The cover represent a little foal looking at his own flank, a sad expression upon him.
>God these guys are cute.
>Twilight motions you to go on.
>You flip through the first couple of pages.
>So far, the pictures makes no sense since you can’t read the text associated with them.
>Here we go, a three panel comic without any words.
>Panel one : A small unicorn with a trumpet floating next to her.
>Panel two : The same unicorn, playing the instrument.
>Panel three : A trumpet appears in a bright flash on her flank.
>So... they get magic tattoo by finding out what they’re good at?
>That’s completely insane.
>But, you’re currently playing Pictionary with a purple unicorn using your mind.
>Sanity isn’t really your domain of expertise right now.
 
 
>Twilight wipes the pictures in your minds and shapes start to form in their place.
>Your stomach interrupts with a loud groan.
>The unicorn giggles and erases the small draft she started before making your head appear again.
>Hopefully it won’t blow up this time.
>A question mark shows up next to your face, along with an arrow pointing to your mouth.
>You fail to resist the urge to mess with her.
>You flash an evil grin as you draw a bunch of ponies in your mind.
>Twilight’s eyes grow as wide as dinner plates and her pupils shrink to pin pricks.
>You stand up and start to close the gap between the two of you, licking your canines as you do.
>Your ‘prey’ squeaks and trips as she tries to get away from you.
>Unable to keep it in, you let out a hearty guffaw.
>The look on her face! Priceless!
>She’s now looking at you, dumbstruck.
>You lean in and pat Twilight’s head reassuringly.
>She glares at you and says a single word.
>Your instinct tells you it was probably along the lines of ‘Jerk.’
 
>You cross the ponies in your mind with a large ‘X’.
>Now, what would you want to eat?
>The gingerbread bakery from yesterday immediately springs in your head.
>Yeah, that will do nicely.
>You picture the sugary shop in your thoughts as well as your memory allows it.
>About halfway through the drawing, your thoughts starts to blur a little and focusing on the picture becomes harder.
>The spell must be beginning to strain your mind.
>Twilight smiles brightly as she recognizes the cake-baking building.
>She stands up and you follow her to the door.
>"Oh!" she exclaims as she stops dead in her track.
>Her horn starts to glow and a book comes floating your way.
>Another child book apparently.
>The cover is a very young pony reading a book.
>You hastily leaf through it.
>Most of the pages follow a similar pattern.
>A single word and a single picture on each of them.
>You chuckle and ruffle her mane, while keeping a smile on your face.
>Pocketing the small book, you two leave the tree-library.
 
 
 
>The fuzzy feeling in your mind is growing into a fierce headache.
>The gingerbread house is in sight and you can’t wait to sit down and relax.
>You are suddenly propelled to the ground by something you'd describe as a small rainbow freight train.
>Once the cloud of dust settle down you manage to see what made your ass feels like a crash dummy.
>It's a cyan pegasus with a rainbow colored mane.
>You look at each other in an awkward silence while she sits on your stomach.
>Slowly, she extends a hoof towards you.
>You stare at it in disbelief.
>Could it be?
>You punch it.
>As your fist hits her hoof, a wave of bro-itude fills your very being.
>And with that, she leaves like she came. Flying at ridiculously high speed.
>What in the name of Broseph Stalin just happened?
 
>You stand up and dust yourself off.
>Instantly, you notice you feel alone in your mind again and the headache is gone.
>Did that pegasus just knock the spell outta you?
>What a bro.
>You point at the rapidly moving rainbow trail and give Twilight an intrigued look.
>She lets out a giggle.
>”‹Rainbow Dash.›”
“‹Rainbro Dash.›”
>The unicorn resume her walk to the bakery, still giggling.
>You quickly follow her, avid for pastry.