Exiting the train I am met by a collection of gasps and murmurs. I've got the feeling now that everywhere I go I'm gonna be treated as an outcast, some circus attraction to be gawked at. Pinkie initially was planning on giving me the tour of the town, but after the reactions, Twilight thought it would be best to take me straight back to her home. I even managed to get a few ponies selling flowers to faint, am I really that much of a hideous monster to them?

Thankfully the walk to Twilight's home wasn't that long. We primarily stuck to one dirt road into town passing along a few small homes. They reminded me of old Tudor era styled housing, wooden beam along the exterior acting as supports, the only key difference was the materials and colours used in the house design itself.

I don't know what I was expecting her house to be like, though of the many thoughts that crossed my mind none of them were of a literal tree house. A sign out front displayed text stating the building was the 'Golden Oaks Library'. Trust Twilight to choose to live in a library, though I have no idea why a Princess would live at a library instead of a castle, palace or even a mansion. The tree had numerous windows spaced at different levels, complete with a balcony at the same levels of the branches and leaves.

Entering the home the other five all bid their farewells, saying that they'd come back at some point later to check in on us. The main room consisted of a circular table positioned in the centre of the room, complete with a bust of a pony head. The circular room's walls were covered completely with bookshelves carved into the walls, the only break being one door leading to another room which I presumed to be a kitchen from what I could see through a narrow opening. A staircase followed the curve of the wall leading upstairs.

I walk along one set of bookshelves tracing my finger along the spines as I idly examine the titles. Twilight levitates a book alongside me to her and sets it on a nearby stand, soon a number of other books are levitating and piling up by her hooves. I look over her shoulder to see the book she's looking at. The book seems to be about studies made on other forms of government, probably looking to study a constitutional monarchy in more detail.

I step to the stairs and stop on the first step, "Hey Twilight, I take it you have a shower or bath of some kind?"

"... The monarch remains head of state. Interesting..." Twilight mumbles to herself, already absorbed into her book.

"Twilight? ...Earth to Twilight," Still nothing. With no response, I decide to gain her attention. I walk behind her and lean forward, placing both hands upon her head I lower my chin to rest on them.

"Um... John?" Her voice raise to a higher tone than normal. Wow she's heating up.

"Yes, Twilight?"

"What are you doing?"

"Using your head as a resting post. You're just the right height for me." An awkward silence falls over us, she probably has no Idea how to respond to that. "In all seriousness, do you have a shower I can use?"

I find myself wrapped in her magic. I'm lifted from my position and carried to the bottom of the stairs where she drops me mid-air onto the floor, a satisfied smirk on her face. "Top of the stairs into my room, then its the first door on the right."

"See... was that so hard?" Dusting myself off I stand and make my way up the stairs. The room up top has a raised section linked to a small staircase, a window lining the wall with a bed resting before it covered with a dark blanket. Other items litter the room, a telescope positioned to face out a large circular window. There are two doors on the far wall and one along the right wall. The right door I already know leads to a bathroom. I make my way to the other two doors and quickly check through them. The one on the left leads to the balcony I saw on the way here, the other seems to lead to a large descending staircase.

I go back to the bathroom and enter, locking the door behind me. The room is pretty basic, one small window, a sink with a medicine cabinet and mirror above, a toilet which is a little low down for my liking, and a shower and bath against the far wall. Stripping down and kicking off my clothes I enter the shower, pausing before I start the shower.

I examine the bandages on my ribs and slowly remove them, a light pain paints my chest at the movement against it. With the bandages off I can see the extent of the bruising. It's lighter than I expected but still leaves my skin a dark purple on the right side, I'm guessing the magic used to try and heal me has helped to reduce the swelling and bruising. I turn back to the shower and turn on the hot water, I've always been able to relax in a shower after a stressful day.

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I make my way back down the stairs, deciding to leave my MTP shirt upstairs and instead only wearing my T-shirt, trousers and boots. Freezing on the stairs I notice Twilight talking to the purple reptile I saw in the forest. Taking hold of a scroll he holds it before him and exhales, engulfing the scroll in flames.

"What the fuck is that thing!?" My voice raises as I point directly towards it. A creature which can blow fire? Fuck that shit...

Twilight and the creature both turn in surprise at my sudden outburst, the creature even seemed to let out a small scream in surprise. Twilight trots towards me and holds a hoof back up to the creature.

"John, This is Spike. He's my number one assistant."

"Okay... but you didn't answer my question. What the fuck is it?"

Spike steps alongside twilight and raises a claw up to his face. "Uh... whats 'fuck'?"

Twilight looks down to spike, "I've heard you use that word on a few occasions now. I'm also curious as to what it means."

Do they seriously not know about swear words? "Can we address the Elephant in the room here?"

"Spike's a Dragon, but only a baby so you don't have to be worried."

This world has fucking Dragons? I step back towards her podium and lean against it, "This world has every kind of mythical creature."

Spike approaches me and looks up to me, "What are you? I have no idea what you are."

"If I had a Pound for every time I've been asked that. I'm a human, my name's John."

"Spike" -Raising his hand he holds it before me, I grasp it and shake his hand- "Whats a Pound?"

Twilight steps alongside me, "I believe it's the human equivalent of Bits, Spike." She turns her head to face me, "I take it Pounds are your currency?"

I nod to her, before I speak however my eyes are caught by numerous tools on the central table. Walking over I examine them, realising that they are various pieces of medical equipment including a stethoscope, thermometer and other tools you'd expect at a medical check up. "Umm, Twilight? Why are all these out?"

"Well as I said back in Canterlot, your species are unknown. In order to get a better understanding I should conduct a study of your anatomy, It will allow us to treat you better should you get injured. Not to mention understand how your body functions and reacts to certain stimuli."

"I'm not a human Guinea pig, Twilight." I start to walk back to the stairs, not wanting to be tested on. I'm interrupted when Twilight appears in a magenta flash at the base of the stairs.

"But there's so much we could learn. Please, John. With the findings I should be able to fully heal your earlier Injuries," Her eye's almost seem to be pleading with me. The look isn't quite as effective as Pinkie's, but the possibility of having my ribs fixed is very tempting.

I make my way back to the centre of the room, releasing a frustrated sigh in the process. "Let's just get this over with."

I'm soon joined by Twilight and Spike, Spike seems to be acting as her scribe as he has a scroll and parchment in his hands.

"Okay, first name all the sections of your body." I begin to point at each part of my body from head to toe, naming them off as I pass them. Spike's quill scratches furiously against the parchment as Twilight pays close attention as I point to each section.

"Happy now?" Folding my arms I look to Twilight as Spike finishes writing.

"Not even close, I need to examine your body closer." Levitating a number of tools she steps closer to me, "Please remove your clothes."

"No..." We enter a fierce staring contest, Spike watching intently and chuckling at the sight.

"This can be done the easy way" -Twilight's horn begins to softly glow- "or the hard way. Your choice," My eyes widen as I start to run for the stairs. Reaching my goal I soon feel a strange sensation shoot through my body. Suddenly I'm back to where I was originally standing, feeling nauseous from my first-ever teleportation. These ponies can teleport? Fuck my life...

"Fuck... that felt so wrong," Glaring down at her I reach my fingers under my shirt and slowly raise it, a victorious grin painted across her face. I remove my shirt and throw it over the central pony bust, leaning down I unzip the side of my boots and place them to the side, loosening my belt I drop my trousers and kick them to the side leaving me standing on the spot in my pants. "...Happy?"

Her eyes quickly scan over my body, a small scowl when her eyes lock onto my last piece of clothing. "All your clothes, John."

"Do you really want me to rock out with my cock out?" Her eyes suddenly widen, her face turning a dark crimson as she looks again to my face. Spike just falls back, rolling on the floor laughing his ass off, "Human male... assets, shall we call them, are external. They are always outside hence why we wear clothing, that and to keep warm."

"You... can keep those on then, John," With her blush still burning through her coat she selects the stethoscope and place it against my chest, listening to my heartbeat. "Heartbeat seems to be beating at a slightly faster rate than the average ponies," Spike soon raises himself from the floor and starts again jotting down notes, still with the odd snicker escaping from his lips.

Soon her hooves are lightly pressing against my bruises causing to release a short hiss, "Careful. I'm still sore there."

"Sorry," Slowly her hooves start to trace down to my stomach, pressing softly against my muscular form. "Muscles seem to be more defined on his chest compared to other areas..." She seems to be spending a longer time on my abs. Am I getting felt up by a pony?

As if on cue the front door suddenly bursts open, looking up I find that Rainbow Dash is standing in the doorway trying her hardest to refrain from laughing. Twilight's face erupts into a strong blush, lowering her hooves she turns to Rainbow with a look of terror on her face.

Sure enough Rainbow lets out a large guffaw, her eyes tearing up. "Wow, were you just coping a feel?" Spike once again was laughing along with Rainbow.

Twilight levitates my clothes and throws them into my face, taking the hint I start to get dressed, "N-no I wasn't. I was just conducting a medical observation." Her ears drooped as her eyes flicked from side to side. She's a terrible liar.

"Yeah... whatever you say, egghead." Dash finally gets control of her laughter and makes her way towards us, "So, John, how are you holding up?"

"About as well as you can expect. Why are you here Rainbow?"

"I actually came to talk to you," Rainbow quickly steals a glance between Twilight and myself.

"Okay... what is it?" I inquire. Twilight makes her way back to her podium, a small smirk on her face. "Whats this about?"

Rainbow's hoof digs at the floor, "I wanted to say sorry."

"Sorry? For what?"

"You know, attacking you in the Everfree. I just dove in and attacked you when you were helping Twilight."

"It's fine, Rainbow" -A small smirk spread across my face, I already gathered from the train ride that she has a high ego- "I was kicking your ass anyways."

Rainbow jumps up and starts to hover, "Ha! Please! I could beat you with one wing and both fore hooves tied behind my back!"

"I seem to recall me being on top. Didn't Applejack have to come along to get me off?" ...I probably could have phrased that better

"She just sped up the process. I easily could have done it."

"Alright then, let's settle this," I make my way to the door I saw earlier and push it open, as I expected earlier the room is a basic kitchen with a cooker, sink, multiple cupboards and a table with seats.

Rainbow follows behind me, a confused look on her face, "John, what are we doing?"

I sit on one end of the table and rest my elbow on the surface, my arm raised, "Arm wrestle. Right here. Right now." A smirk finds its way onto her face, a short chuckle escaping her muzzle.

"You really think you can beat me?" Sauntering over she sits down in the chair opposite me, her hoof raised in a similar fashion to mine.

"Oh I don't think so" -I lock my hand around the end of her hoof- "I know I can."

"We'll see about that... On three."

I nod to her as I begin to count down, "One. Two. Three!"

Immediately my hand starts to lower to the table from her sudden burst of speed. Pushing back I manage to slowly raise my hand back to the centre, my other arm holding onto the corner of the table. Rainbow's face starts to strain as she attempts to force my arm down. Looking into her eyes I grin evilly to her, "You know, Rainbow... there is something called technique for this sport."

"Wh-What are you on about?" She speaks through closed teeth as her eyes meet mine.

"You wait... and wait until your opposition becomes tired" -Her assault start to falter as the force being pushed against my hand relaxes- "Kinda like you are now. Once your opponent is weak, that's when you strike." Using all my force I push against her hoof, rapidly bringing it closer to the table top. Her face strains as she tries with all her might to balance the fight, but it's too late. With one last push, I smack her hoof against the table.

"YEAH!" I jump from my seat, raising my arms into the air. "ONE NIL TO THE CHAMPION!"

"NO WAY, I WANT A REMATCH!" Rainbow flies over the table and brings her face against mine.

"Tell you what. Who's the one person other than me who can beat you?" I sit back into my seat, with Rainbow soon doing the same.

"No one, you just cheated!" I just look at her, my eyebrow raised. Releasing a sigh her head lowers, "Applejack. No matter how hard I try she always beats me at hoof wrestling. I hate losing."

"I have a proposition for you," Her head raises, a confused expression on her face. "I'll train you to beat Applejack. In return, all I ask for is a bottle of whisky."

"And what makes you so sure that you can train me to beat her?"

"If I don't and you lose to her, I will repay you for the drink and will owe you a favour. Trust me when I say that I repay my debts in full." Dash looks around the room, contemplating my offer. After a few minutes, she spits onto her hoof and holds it out to me.

"You have a deal, John." I bring my hand before me and spit onto my palm. I grasp her hoof and shake it.

Well this ought to be interesting.