A growl of frustration escaped my lips as I tossed the book that I was currently reading on top of an ever-growing pile of discarded books. How many days has it been? Two maybe? I know I've spent almost every waking moment reading the books that Celestia sent over. To which I quickly realized, that much to my growing frustration, I wouldn't be able to be much help. The language that was used was an ancient form of text that was completely foreign to me. It as if a two-year-old drew and wrote everything.

The modern books, on the other hand, I could read no problem. I couldn't fathom the reason why I could as the writing looked like a three-old drew some scribbles. Twilight, who is the expert in magic, almost busted a blood vessel trying to understand how that was possible. Apparently, it went against some fancy-smanchy magic rule that I have no idea about. She kinda lost me at, "Not possible."

Eventually, after Spike served some kind of tea which he called 'Twi's Twitchy Tea', we came to agree that my apparent understanding of the written word must be a side effect of the spell. The spell was modifying my mind to convert some Equestrian magic that permeated the air into a translation spell of some sort.

The way Twilight made it sound it as if the spell was alive and has some sort of intelligence, and that it was using the magic of this world to help me understand and better acclimatized to the environment. Despite that, I still tried to understand what the ancient books said. Luck was not on my side.

With a sigh, I picked up Supernaturals: Natural Remedies and Cure-Alls that are Simply Super and began to read about this world's herbs and plants. Through my limited research I've done it seems that the herbs, spices, and plants here are quite similar to the ones found back home, if not identical. The few exceptions are plants that have magical properties like Poison Joke.

Can't wait for that episode to happen.

What happens to not treating this as a show?

This will help me keep track of what's going to happen and when.

Speaking of which, when will first ep gonna happen? Twilight hasn't said anything about heading over to AJ's farm. So when?

Ah, [beep]! What if it doesn't happen!? What if Applejack doesn't learn to accept help or Twilight learn to share her blessings.

"Good morning Sean," Twilight said as she came down the stairs.

"Morning," I mumbled back to mask the inner turmoil going on. Putting that aside I went back to my book and continued my research.

A large purple blotch covered my peripheral vision. I lowered my book and turn to look at the unicorn who was standing beside me with a raised eyebrow. "You are starting to talk like Fluttershy," Twilight commented.

I raised an eyebrow to match hers, "And?" the disinterested reply came. Not sure if I should take that as a compliment or a jab.

"Well, It's just that with Celestia you were so open," Twilight observed, "Now though, it is like you shut yourself away. You haven't even left the library since you've been here."

The book in my hand closed with a thud. I stood up and grunted as bones began to pop before I placed the book on the coffee table. "I have left the library a couple of times," I corrected.

"When?"

"Every morning for a run."

Twilight blinked in surprise before they narrowed, "And do you talk with anypony on your urns?"

I looked down at the small unicorn and answered, "No."

Sparks hooves clopped as she stomped her front hoof, "Why not? Celestia asked you to make some friends."

I leaned over her which was not that hard as the average pony stood up to my waist, "How do you know that?" I asked her as she shrunk under my gaze. My fist clenched tight and my breath became sharp.

Twilight's ears folded backward as she bit her lower lips. "I looked at the letter she sent you," she admitted when her head lowered.

"So, " I said with anger laced in my tone, "you went through my stuff."

"You won't answer any of my questions!" Twilight cried with indigent anger.

"And that gives you the right!?" my voice rosed.

Twilight shook her head vigorously, "No," she whined, "it's just that no pony knows anything about your kind! On top of that your friends with Princess Celestia. I can't help but wonder why!"

I snatched my cloak and put it on. "She respected my privacy for one, " I snapped when I grabbed my sack of bits from the table. "I'm going out." Without another glance, I left the tree-house library with a slam of the door.

[Beep]-ing [beep]! She just went through my [beep] because I won't answer her [beep]-ing questions.

I felt the anger filled my mind start to control me so I order to get it under control I stopped closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I opened them I was able to control myself and better observe my surroundings. What I saw didn't improve my mood.

While the residents of Ponyville didn't all out flee into their homes, they did, however, cowered at my presence.

Great, they're afraid of me. They must see me as some kind of monster. Well, Twilight did scream monster when she shot at me. I looked at my furry hand. '...and who could blame them. I am a freak of nature now. Not that I was every normal.'

Nobody is going to love you. You're going to be alone.

Hello, depression my old friend.

No! Don't' go down that road! Let's find something to do.

Ah! Let's go buy some clothes, perhaps some supplies as well; It might be best to have something on stand by in case my presence causes too many problems for everyone. Besides [beep] being normal. Normal is boring. I'm in the mother-[beep]-ing land of [beep] Equestria. Land of magic, friendship and [beep].

Now that my mind had calmed down a bit I can somewhat deal with my current predicament.

I can't fully fault Twilight for trying to figure me out. Now that doesn't mean she had the right to go through my stuff. She wouldn't have done so if I gave her decent answers instead of half-[beep] answers. Twilight is a learner at heart. I'm new and unique, exotic even. On top of that, I'm closer to Celestia than anyone that she knows. I treat her princess like no one else would dare to do so. So yea she going to pester me to drain every little detail from me.

With a sigh, I began to walk towards the Carousel Boutique to see about getting some clothes. Especially since the cold was coming. I could feel the chill in the mornings when I do my runs. It's manageable for now, but I should go ahead and get the clothes now.

I walked down the padded dirt road of this small town. My eyes lowered enough so that I could see where I was going but not enough to meet anyone's eyes. At least that is what normally happens, but since I was taller than everypony that made everything difficult. You know since the average pony came up to my waist except for Big Mac and Celestia.

Wait, did I just say everypony?

Great, I'm becoming one of the locals. You know, any other Brony would be ecstatic to be here even to turning into a pony. I counted myself as one of those, but now when it is actually happening? I can't wait to rid of myself of my new found pony-ness and go home.

"What if you were meant to come here?" Steven Magnet's words ran in my head.

"There is a possibility that we won't be able to cure you before its too late." Celestia's letter comes to my mind.

There's that too, staying here for the rest of my life as a pony. Would it be so bad? Could I even have a life here? Never seeing my family again, never seeing mom. My eyes began to water and my nose started to burn.

"Real men don't cry!" my dad's voice roared in my head.

[Beep] you [beep]-hole.

"Are you okay?" a raspy-squicky voice said to me.

I looked down at my feet to see a small orange pegasus fill with light pinkish maroon mane and tail. A mane that was currently covered a light purple helmet with two white stripes running down the center. Some of the paint was either faded or scuffed off from constant use. This would make sense as Scootaloo zips around in her scooter on a constant basis. Scootaloo rested her front hooves on the crossbar of her wooden scooter. The scooter in question has defiantly seen better days if the worn body is anything to go by. The faded paint and worn wood showed that the scooter has defiantly had plenty of use.

With my human hand went up to my eyes and wiped away the tears that were starting to form, "I'm fine, Scootaloo," I said without thinking.

The filly cocked her head, "How do you know my name?" she asked as the blood began to drain from my face.

[Beep] [Beep] [Beep]!!!!

I looked around to find anyone else heard the conversation. thankfully the other ponies were staying as far away from me as possible. My eyes went back to the filly was looking at me expectedly.

"I'll tell you if you tell me where Carousel Boutique is at," I bargained with her. The response I got was squinted eyes and her leaning head leaning even more.

In response, I copied her. I narrowed my eyes and tilted my head.

"Just take a right and its right there," Scootaloo pointed a hoof behind her. I looked up to see the crossroad that she was pointed at.

"Thanks," I muttered and stepped around the filly and went on my way.

"Hey! You were supposed to tell me how you know my name!" Scootaloo cried out.

[Beep]-it she remembered.

You literally just talked about it like a minute ago.

I turned my head slightly so that the irate filly could see my smile, "Magic," I told her.

The Magic of Television that is.

But you watched it online.

Tomato...T'mater.

My rather short trip around the corner was completely uninterpreted. Although it seems that I picked up a stalker if the sound of squicky wheels is anything to go by. I decided to let the curious filly be as the Carousel Boutique was right in front of me.

Carousel Boutique, as the name suggested, looked like a merry-go-round. It had a largely cylindrical building shape with decorative pillars and pony sculptures lining the lower and upper exterior. The color scheme was very light and screamed feminine...

...and also BUY OUR TOYS LITTLE GIRLS!!!!

...AND LATER BRONIES!!!!

I reached down and turned the door handle. With a push, I opened the door to the shop. Then jingle of a bell announced my arrival and as I lower myself to enter the door. I heard the soft patter of hooves came from the deeper part of the store.

"Welcome to..." a very high pitch voice trailed off.

Once I was through the door I stood up and rolled my back, "I'm going to need to go the chiropractor when I go home, " I muttered before I looked down to the greeter, Sweetie Belle. Sweetie had a porcelain colored body with her mane and tail having the color of light purple and pink that was styled up in curls. Almost like her sister.

Sweetie Belle looked up at me with wide eyes, but they weren't of fear that I'm starting to expect from ponies. No, they were more of awe and childlike wonder with curiosity.

"You're tall," she squicked.

ITS SQUEAKY BELLE!!!

"You're short," I stated.

"Sweetie Belle," the posh voice of Rarity spoke, "What have I said about greeting my...customers."

I looked up to see Rarity slowly walk towards us. Each step was slow and calculated as if she was ready to pounce or flee at a moment's notice.

Can't really blame her. Our first interaction had left much to be desired. A bridge that I had burned and needed to be repaired. A good start would be for me to lower my hood, and for good measure, I put on a small smile. I hope that this would put her at ease.

"Hello Rarity," I said as I rested my arms within my cloak.

"Whoa," Sweetie Bella gasped, "are you like, an alien or something?" the filly asked as she walked around me studying what she could.

With a quiet chuckle, I said, "Something like that."

Rarity spoke up again, "Sweetie," she said and I could see that she relaxed a bit, but still on edge. "Why don't you go to your room while I tend to our guest?" she asked trying to get the small one to leave the area. I assume because she still doesn't trust me. Understandable, but hurtful all the same.

I guess I really pushed it too far with them already.

"Aww, but I want to talk to the Alien," Sweetie Belle whined as she scuffed the floor.

"Sweetie Belle!" Rarity scolded, "It's not nice to call pony names."

I waved my hand around, "Its alright," I dismissed, "I have been called way worse back in my heyday."

"Like what?" the unicorn filly asked innocently.

Well, [Beep].

I scratched the back of my head, "Things that little fillies shouldn't hear."

Sweetie Belle let out a groan of irritation.

"So," Rarity cut in, "why are you here if you don't mind me asking?"

"Clothes," I told her tugging at my cloak, "I need some new ones and something for the winter when it gets here."

Rarity trotted up to me and began to examine my clothes "Yes these are kind of..." the unicorn trailed off.

"[Beep]-y, uh crap," I said quickly at the beep.

The unicorn eyed me wearily, "I was going to say bland."

I scratched the pony side of my face to hide my shame. "That works too."

With her magic Rarity picked up on the ends of my cloak. Her muzzle scrunched up in disgusted, "Is this..." her lips opened in horror, "IS THIS A TAPESTRY!!!" she screeched.

I put a finger in my ear and gave it a rub, "Yes..." I said just before the whole thing was yanked off of me. the force of the pull gravitated me to the ground at high velocity. Fortunately, I was able to catch myself with my hands before I got kissy-face with the ground.

Unfortunately, my hands were on my cloak which was pulled out from under me.

"What have you done?" Rarity cried in anguished.

I'ma gonna bust a cap in ya [beep] [beep] is what I'm going to do!!

"Are you okay?" Sweetie Belle asked as she walked up to me.

With gritted teeth and controlled anger, I said, "Just dandy." Using my hands I pushed myself up to a sitting position. a soft cough brought my attention to the source of my sore face.

Rarity looked at me with regret written on her features and some of my anger was diffused. "We seem to be completely getting off the wrong hoof," she said as I rubbed my forehead.

No [beep].

"I've acted very un-mare like."

No! Really! I couldn't [beep]-ing tell.

"Don't worry about it," I said as I stood up, "Let's just get this done."

Rarity chuckled nervously as she walked away. "Right, this way darling."

I followed Rarity as she led me to a stage like an area that was surrounded by mirrors.

"What exactly do you need?" she asked me.

I tugged on my shirt, "For now I want to commission some basic clothes to get me through day to day life." Rarity's horn glowed a light blue and a tape measure floated over coated in the same colored arua. "And an actual cloaked, I don't want anything fancy just something simple. Later I will need something for the winter."

"Well we have time for that last bit," the seamstress began as she floated over a quill and notepad, "Winter just ended not too long ago." Rarity paused for a moment before she raised an eyebrow, "When you said 'simple' what did you mean?' she asked as the tape unrolled and measured the length of my left arm. As soon as the magical field touched my skin it began to burn.

A grunt left my lips and I snatched my arm away from the measuring tape, which had fallen to the ground. With my free hand, I rubbed the burning area.

"Are you okay?"

"My goodness!"

Rarity and Sweetie Belle cried as they galloped towards me. With a deep slow breath, I answered. "Yes."

"Princess Celestia said that we should not use magic on you because it would aggravate the spell placed on you," Rarity said with downcast eyes as she looked my cursed arm. The burning sensation had stopped and as far as I could see nothing had drastically changed. It seemed like it was more like shock than anything.

"I am terribly sorry," the poor unicorn moaned.

I twisted my pony forearm around, "S' alright," I grunted as I clenched my hand, "I don't really know how sensitive this spell is so we don't know how much magic is needed to push any drastic changes."

Rarity hummed as used her magic to pick up the tape measure and sling it around her neck. Deep in thought, the unicorn came up to me and stared. She rubbed her chin as she let out another hum.

"Whatcha thinking about?" I asked the seamstress.

"I am wondering how to make your clothes if I can't use magic."

"Good question," I murmured as I looked down at my clothes.

How indeed...?

"Oh," I suddenly said as I reached for the hem of my shirt and took it off and handed it to Rarity who seemed surprised at my action. "Here you go."

Rarity's eyes narrowed, "So its just your body that can't be touch by magic?" she asked before she took the shirt, careful not to touch my hand.

"Yes, the spell only affected my physical self not my clothes or things," I said once the shirt left my hand. I bent over and started to undo my laces for my boots. When I was done with that I peeled them off and sat down in order to take off my socks.

"Ew! that smells," Sweetie Belle balanced when came over to get a whiff.

"Sorry," I grunted as I moved to remove my sweat pants taken care not to pull down my boxers. "Hadn't had a chance to really wash my clothes.'

Sweetie Belle continued to make disgusted look as took a few steps back. I smiled while added clothes detergent to the list of things to buy. Going to be difficult as ponies don't normally wear clothes. At least not to the extent as humans, but they still need to clean them.

Actually, now that I think about it...

"Why haven't' you asked about the clothes that I wear?" I asked the unicorn.

Rarity looked away from my shirt that she held up. She also had quill a paper up taken notes while a tape measure was stretched out the length of my shirt. She jotted down a few more notes before she floated the shirt over to me.

"Pardon?"

I held out my hand for my shirt and the clothing fell into place. "You haven't asked why I wear so many clothes," I clarified.

Rarity raised a thin eyebrow, "I am assuming it is because of the lack of fur on your skin," the alabaster unicorn said. With a point of a dainty hoof at me, she continued, "That you need a few a layers in order to protect yourself from the environment."

...

I think my brain just shorted itself. Don't they normally wonder why? I mean they don't wear clothes normally.

Hey dumb-[beep], its called fan fiction for a reason.

...[beep] that's right. Again I'm reminded that theses pones are real, living, breathing beings. There is nothing two-dimensional about them. They are not bound by TV logic and structure of a kids show, nor the speculation of fans. [Beep], I need to get my [beep] together.

"Darling?" Rarity's worried tone snapped me back to reality.

"Hmm....sorry," I muttered and looked around to find something to use as a subject changer. My sweat pants in Rarity's grasp became my target.

"Are you done with those?" I asked pointed at the floating pants, "it's getting kinda chilly."

The unicorn's eyes raised slightly before they shifted to my pants. With a flutter of the tape measure, Rarity took a few more measurements before she looked my lower half. I crossed my arms and shifted in place as my self-consciousness grew. with a few more scratches of her quill Rarity made a few more notes before she rolled her parchment at the same time as she returned my sweat pants.

Deciding not to look stupid again I didn't say about sock measurements. I just put my clothes back on, "How much will this first part of the order cost?" I asked.

"Not a single bit darling," Rarity declared adding an extra layer of fancy Canterlot accent to her voice. The mare then brought up a hoof and rested it on her chest. "Let's just say that this is payment to make up for my early behavior, besides what kind of mare would I be if just let a stallion be exposed to the elements."

I grabbed my "cloak" and wrapped it around myself, much to Rarity's horror, and fixed the unicron with a stare.

No cost huh? There has to be a catch, there is always a catch.

Granted Rarity is the Element of Generosity but I know that she can be greedy and selfish at times. Manipulative as well now that I think about it. Besides shes's still human...er...pony. Being an element bearer doesn't mean that you are always that element, but they have the potential of being the pinnacle of they're respective element. Especially when push comes to shove.

"What's the catch?" I asked.

"Catch?" Rarity said with a cock of her head, "There is no catch my dear."

"Okay," I said slowly, "Thank you then..."

A silence settled between us that quickly became awkward and tense. My right leg began to bounce adding a rapid tapping sound that was slightly muffled by my cloak. "Well I should be going, lots to do," I said quickly throwing on my hood and heading to the door.

"Thank you for your help," I said ducking out fo the door.

God [beep]-ing [beep] it, that was awkward.

Well, I might not be friends with them but at least there be some civility.

So winter had just ended not too long ago. Meaning that the chill that I am feeling now must be residual cold from winter. I guess that means that we are either in their equivalent of late February or early to mid-March. It was late December when I left so it seems that Equestria is at least one season ahead of us. That's if they follow the same year cycle that we did back home.

My stomach grumbled in hunger. Wondering what time it was I glanced up to the sun to see... that it really hadn't moved since this morning. My face turned into a sour glare when the realization hit me.

Celesta controls the sun so in other words, once it's up it doesn't move. So I can't use it to get a general time.

Grumbling about OP princesses, I walked into town to find lunch, hopefully.

A groan escaped my lips as I walked out of another eating establishment. Once again I was turned away. They didn't outright tell me that I couldn't' eat in their restaurants but I could feel the fear and hesitance to serve me. So in order to save everyone the effort, I made myself leave.

It was becoming quite obvious that I may have to go back to the library for lunch. Not something I'm looking forward to. That conversation is going to be painful.

You're going to have to do go back eventually.

Gah! Don't remind me!

Perhaps I was too hard on Twilight. To be fair the letter didn't have anything personal in it.

She still shouldn't have read it!

True, but did I overact?

My internal muse was interrupted by a sight that was... just wrong. It defied everything that was sacrad and pure! Pinkie Pie was sitting under an umbrella table moping. This sight didn't sit right with me. The pink one should be smiling and giggling and make everyone smile!

This is an affront to all things right and just! I must correct this at once!

"What's sa' matter," I said to Pinkie as I slid onto the stool in front of her. The pony looked at me lazily with her blue eyes as she slurped her strawberry milkshake listlessly.

"Oh hey Sean," she said lifelessly.

Oh [beep], this is bad.

Alright, who's [beep] I gotta kick.

Without any prompt Pinkie began to explain what the issue was, "Rainbow Dash's friend from flight school here and she doesn't want to hang out with me," she whined.

Aw [beep], Gilda.

Pinkie continued, "And Gilda is nothing but a big meanie pants griffon! Or maybe I'm the meanie pants."

"Don't be silly, ponies don't wear pants," I pointed out before thumbing my chest. "only I wear the pants around here. Bedsides it would be weird if pones started wearing pants."

I began to tap my chin as if I was deep in thought. "Now that I think about it, it would be really uncomfortable," I placed my hands on the table and widen my eyes in 'horror', "think about the wedgies," I gasped in a whispered scream.

Pinkie snorted before she giggles. "You're silly," she said as she continued to giggle and snorted.

"Eh," I shrugged, "I try," I reached over and began to scratch behind Pinkie's ear. The moment I did the pony melted.

Her head hit the table and then her eyes began to roll into her skull while her tongue rolled out of her muzzle. There was a steady thumping sound, which I found out, after peeking under the table, to be her hind leg hitting the ground.

Hmm... I wonder...?

I increased the speed of my scratching and the thumping became rapid fire. This tickled me and I couldn't' help but chuckled. I pulled my hand away, or at least I tried too.

Pinkie whined like actually, whined like a puppy, and like a cat, wrapped her hooves around my arm and place it back on her head.

I had to really bit myself to really not laugh out loud. "You silly pony," I told her and I resumed the ear scratching and she instantly returned back to her gooey face.

With a content sigh, I looked out towards the town and watched the residents milled about. It's still weird seeing ponies doing things that humans do. I mean sure I watched the show and saw this on the screen, but now that I'm living it and its surreal.

A certain griffon caught my eye. The griffon was a half eagle and half lion with brown feathers and fur for the body, her head portion being white with lavender tips and around her yellow eyes. Gilda's yellow beak cracked into a smirked as she eyed a vegetable stand that Granny Smith just so happens to be at.

I watched with a critical eye as Gilda, with the help of her feline roots, as she stalked towards the veggie stand and quietly snaked her lion tail thought the vegetables. The tail slithered out right in front of Granny Smith and the old mare loudly exclaimed.

"A rattler! A rattler!!" the elderly mare cried out as she tried the best she could to run away.

My eyes narrowed at the griffon as she patted a tomato and complained about it not being fresh.

"Aw, poor Granny Smith, " PInkie Pie said as we watched the elder mare 'run' away, "She didn't know it was a joke! How mean!" The pink pony then closed her eyes and shook her head in an attempt to toss away her so-called impure thought. "No, no I can't misjudge her. It was kind of a funny prank, I guess."

I turned my head and looked at Pinkie like she lost her mind. "That's not funny," I said I pointed at Granny Smith, "That's a terrible joke to play on her. She could have gotten a heart attack from the shock."

Pinkie Pie looked at me with curiosity in her eyes. "Humor is subjective Pinkie," I explained, "Not everyone will have the same perspective on what's funny. Some people don't like having pranks played on them, like me for example."

Pinkie lowered her head on the table, "That's sucks. It would be nice if everypony found the same thing funny."

"That's life," I pointed out. "Everyone is different," I leaned back into my chair, and for some reason, I felt melodramatic, "Life ain't fair, nor is all sunshine and rainbows."

"Well duh," Pinkie snorted out, "The moon has to be raised sometimes too."

I rolled my eyes the naivety-

"I know that life can be gloomy at times," she cut my though off, "but that's why I throw my parties. So that everypony can have something to smile about even when they are gloomy."

That, that was deep. Was she always like this or is this one of the things that weren't on the show because it was two dimensional?

Pinkie gasped, "She's a meany, mean pants, she also a thief!"

I looked up and over just in time to see Gilda swallow the apple that she had swiped for a local farmer. Hmm, this is surprising. I thought that the Apple family were the sole providers of apples?

...

Oh right, they hire helping hands.

"No, no, no, no, she might give it back," the pink child attempted to reason. Who she was trying to convince, I don't know but it sure as hell wasn't me. "It was just a joke."

Slowly I turned towards her and gave her a look that screamed, REALLY [BEEP]!!!

"Sure," I said with sarcasm literately dripping from my mouth, "After a trip to the bathroom she'll give it right back."

I boobed Pinkie's nose and got an amusing scrunching of her muzzle, "You were right on the dot with that assessment," I began before I let out a sigh, "Pinkie I get it, you don't want to judge someone based on your emotions but that right there," I pointed at the griffon as she walked by, "there is no denying the fact that she stole that apple. That wasn't a prank."

A yellow blob in my peripheral caught my attention and I looked over to see Fluttershy leading a line of ducks across the street.

"All right little ones right this way," Fluttershy said softly, "right this way." Unfortunately, she was leading them while walking backward and therefore she wasn't able to see the griffon that was walking right towards her. Strangely enough, the locals of Ponyville gave the yellow pegasus plenty of room to do whatever she was doing. I found this odd, but adorable at the same time.

"Mama duck," Fluttershy said to the lead duck, "You're free and clear."

It was that point that the inevitable happened. Fluttershy and Gilda collided, quiet softly I might add. "Please excuse me," Fluttershy said softly.

I moved myself and my chair softly in order to have a clear path to them if I needed to step in. To be honest, if things progress as normal it should be fine.

A picture flashed in my mind of Nightmare Moon and a bloody and bruised Twilight. My heartbeat quicken and my breath began to speed up. My left leg bouncing in place.

"HEY!" Gilda screeched at the timid pony, "I'm walking here!"

And now I'm thinking about Brooklyn-nites talking.

NOT NOW!

Putting my mind on lockdown I watched as Fluttershy slowly stepped backwards her ears flapped down and lowering her body enough so that she looked as small as possible. "Oh, um, I'm sorry I-I-I was just trying to--"

Oh no Fluttershy...

...you just gave a predator a reason to attack.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Gilda mocked as she began to take advantage of the pegasus's meekness and push forward. Fluttershy in her fear didn't see that the line of ducks that she was leading quickly dispersed. My leg stop bouncing and the front of my feet dug right into the ground. "Stupid ponies," Gilda growled, "Your nothing but dinner to me."

Fluttershy and few of the other ponies watching gasped.

Gilda opened her beak and roared her wings spread out, and for a split second, I saw blood lust in her eyes. One of the claws tensed and came off the ground.

Fluttershy! Danger! MOVE!

With a speed that surprised even me, I sprung from my chair and crossed the distance between me and the screaming griffon in three long strides. Once my foot hit the ground for the third time I cocked my arm back. As I brought my legs forward for my next stop my curled first travel with my body until it met with Gilda's cheek.

Gilda's roar was curt off mid-way and she tumbled on the ground and then the momentum forced her to roll on the grassy ground. When she came to a stop and didn't move.

For a split second, I was afraid that I had done something far worse, but that was quickly dashed when the griffin began quivering.

"If I were you I wouldn't attack anyone else," I said loudly as I stood to my full height, "otherwise I'll show you why humans are on top of the food chain."

With that, I turned away from the down griffon and went to the yellow pegasus. The poor thing was curled up in a ball shivering.

Go beat that griffon six feet under!

Ignoring the angry voice, I kneeled down and reached out to pet Fluttershy, "Sh, sh," I hushed as the Element of Kindness tensed, "it's okay now." I continued to whisper soothing words. "She isn't going to hurt you, I won't let anyone hurt you."

Fluttershy slowly, timidly, raised her head. Her tear-stained face broke my heart.

Getting pretty attached to them, aren't you?

Once again I ignored the voice and cupped the pegasus's face and with the same hand wiped away a few tears away. Flutter shy's lip began to tremble and it looked like a new batch of tears were about to fall.

I didn't get a chance to see or to stop them as Fluttershy buried herself into my chest.

She's touching me!!

Shut the [beep] up!

Slowly I placed my arms around her, slowly because this...feeling this contact with someone else...its...

"I was so scared," Fluttershy said between hiccups and tears. A damp feeling began to grow on my shirt.

"Come on let's get you out of here," I whispered to her. Adjusting my arms I slowly stood up with the crying pegasus in my grasp. it amazed me just how light these pones are. Then again it could be because that pegasuses have to be light in order to fly.

When I was at my full height I looked at Pinkie Pie who looked at me. "I know what to do," she said with a salute before she zipped away in a pink blur.

Confused I raised an eyebrow before I looked back at the down body of Gilda to see that she is slowing getting up. To avoid any further confrontation. I left with my precious cargo in hand. The stares of fear from the ponies didn't escape my notice either.

The trip to the Golden Oak Libary was quiet except for the occasional sob from Fluttershy

The journey had the feeling of the return of a dead hero, which thankfully it wasn't but the heaviness was still there. Most of the weight was on my mind.

I've never been a violent person. Sure I'll talk a lot [beep] but that was for comedic value. When push came to shove I've always chosen the pacifist route. You know trying to work things out without having to resort to violence. I don't want people to be hurt either by my words or actions. Yet, in the short time span that i"ve been in Equestria, I punched a griffon and fought Nightmare Moon. Perhaps it is the situation of those instances. Nightmare Moon threatened Twilight Sparkle, and now Gilda threatened Fluttershy.

I just sit by if they are going to be in this kind of danger then I need to learn how to protect everyone. That means I need to sharpen my rather amateurish skill's and bump up my exercise routine. The threats these girls are going to face are only going to get bigger and worse. I need to be able to protect them so Equestria can survive.

But that can wait until another time. Right now though I need to worry about Fluttershy.

Or how about the fact that Gilda is in Ponyville early.

Later, We're at the library now.

I looked down at the door and then to the flutter butter in my arms.

How do I open the door?

Meh, [beep] if.

With a raised of my foot, I tapped the door three times because four is too many. I kept my foot raised just in case I had to "knock" again, which I hope I don't have to because I'm losing-

The door creaked opened and Spike stood there. When my foot came down I walked forward. "Excuse me, Spike," I muttered walking past the mini-drake.

"Whoa, what happened?" the drake exclaimed as Twilight came into the room.

"Later," I whispered to the duo as I took Fluttershy to my room. Descending into the abyss that was my room.

[Beep], I need to bring some light down here if I'm starting to think of my room as an abyss. Hmm, I should use that in a story, 'He descended down into the abyss'. A little cliche, I know, but what isn't these days.

Oh [beep], I'm at my bed.

Slowly I lowered the pegasus on to my bed taken great care, not to disturbed her sleep. Once she rested on my bed I grabbed my covers and about threw them on her when there was a loud bang from the main floor.

"Where is he!" Rainbow Dash roared could be heard.

"Great," I grumbled, "Now I gotta deal with this [beep]."

Gently I covered Fluttershy with my blanket and headed upstairs to the main floor.

"Calm down!" Rainbow muffled exclaimed came from the main floor, "He attacked Gilda!"

As I came up the archway into the main lobby of the library I saw Twilight trying to placate the raging pony. "Come on Rainbow," Twilight said when she waved her hoof back and forth, "you know stallions are not violent. They normally run away from danger so that us mares can deal with it."

Hold the [beep] phone! Twilight aren't you supposed to be the smart one? You saw me do the exact opposite with Nightmare Moon. I'm obviously not a pony much less a stallion. Your brother is the captain of the guard for christ sakes! Did you become retarded when I wasn't looking?!?

"Besides," Twilight said with a smug smirk and eyes closed, "Princess Celestia wouldn't associate herself with somepony so aggressive."

Girl the stories I could tell you.

It would also seem that Rainbow wasn't having any of your [beep] either Twilight if that dead pane glare is anything to go by. "Twilight," she said as her voice got angrier and her muzzle scrunched up in a scowl, "I saw the bruise, Gilda told me everything. He punched her!"

Time to taste the rainbow.

"She better be glad that's all I did," I spoke up before I turned to Spike, "why don't you get some cookies and milk for Fluttershy, let the adults talk." In response, the drake was a vigorous nod and a speedy getaway towards the kitchen.

I turn my head just in time to see Rainbow charge at me. My feet spread apart and I ready myself for the impact.

Only the impact never came.

With great strain, Twilight held the raging pegasus in a magenta field.

"Let me go Twilight," RD grunted, "I need to turn this thing into applesauce!"

"Rain-bow-Dash," Twilight said through gritted teeth as sweat began to pour down her head, "there has to be more to the story."

"One," I began on Rainbow, "We have gone over this before I'm a human, not a thing. Two you can't turn me into applesauce," I leaned towards Rainbow, "'Cause I'm not an apple."

Ooh, what an interesting shade of red.

Wave off you're pushing it.

"And three," this was aimed at Twilight, "I did clean out Gilda's clock."

"Huh?" Twilight said gobsmacked. The break of concentration allowed Rainbow to continued her charge, but she was caught off guard as well and miss me from the lack of control. So instead of me, she ran into the bookshelf beside me. She hit it so hard that the books fell on top of her.

Now I have to change my pants.

"Why?" Twilight gasped out.

I stepped away from the recovering skittle pony. "Hmm?" was my response.

"Why did you punch Gilda?"

"She was attacking Fluttershy, and I acted," I explained like I was explaining the weather, "simple."

"Simple?" the unicorn screeched as Rainbow shot up from her pile of books.

"That's a lie!" she yelled at me before she rounded on Twilight. "I told you he is a threat and needs to be dealt with just like Nightmare Moon!"

"He isn't like Nightmare Moon!" Twilight argued.

This whole thing was a mistake. I knew it and yet I still followed through with it.

With a sigh, I went to the door.

"Hey! Where do you..." Rainbow began before I cut her off.

[Beep] off!" I yelled which caused Rainbow to back away, "I don't answer to you and sure as hell ain't gotta take dis [beep] from a [beep]-ing horse who won't' even listen!"

The shock faces from the pones spurred me further.

"If you ain't gonna listen to me Rainbow Dash," I spat with venom, "then ask Fluttershy!" I pointed down the hole that led to my old room, "Now, I'm going back to the castle in the Everyfree forest," I stepped through the open door that RD must have kicked open, "I'm staying there from now on."

"Ohoo...." I heard Twilight whined before I slammed the door.

With a huff, I made my way to the forest.

My footfalls alerted passersby to my presence and they quickly got out of the way.

Good.

The sound of a springing drew my attention, and without stopping my stride I turned my head and saw Pinkie hopping towards me.

"Hiya!" Pinkie exclaimed as she came up to me.

"I see your feeling better," I commented to the bouncing pony, my anger slipped though.

"Yepperoni," Pinkie said, "I know how to deal with Gilda!"

"Oh?"

"Yea! I'll throw her a party!" Pinkie said with a giggle, "its obvious that she needs a good old fashion Ponyville welcome!"

And here I thought she was not this naive. Oh well, things are not that different it seems. "Riiight, yea, have fun with that."

"But your coming thought right?"

"I don't do parties," I told the bouncing earth pony, "Especially ones I know I won't be welcomed."

Pinkie Pie froze mid-air, "Bu-Bu-Bu"

"I don't like crowds, Sorry," I said and picked up the pace to enter into the forest.