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My Little House Guests

by Spazzy Jamz

Chapter 5: The Internet and A Day With Applejack Pt. 1

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After the fiasco with Fluttershy, Tristan decided to cook dinner this time around. He had bought all the necessary provisions to make a homemade pizza from his trip to the grocery store earlier. He almost bought a small bag of pepperoni, but remembered that, as far as he knew, the Equestrians were all herbivores. He wasn't quite sure about Spike, but he decided to save himself some awkwardness and kept strictly non-meat ingredients, just in case.

He was bringing in the last of the groceries when he noticed Twilight Sparkle was sitting in a swivel chair, staring at a certain piece of machinery that sat in the farther corner of the room. Why she or any of the others haven't discovered it earlier was a surprise to him. Tristan approached her carefully. Twilight spun around in the chair and looked up at Tristan.

"What is this device?" she asked in awe. Tristan saw the pure wonder in her eyes as she stared back, waiting for an answer.

"It's my computer," he replied, "I can play games on it, keep in touch with friends, look up information--"

"INFORMATION?!" Twilight screamed. She was now bouncing up and down in the chair, causing all the other ponies to rush over.

Tristan smiled. "Oh, yeah. Loads of information. Anything you want to look up, you just type it here," -- he motioned to the keyboard -- "and it pops up."

Twilight's smile only grew larger the more he went on, explaining all the wonders of the internet like Google, Facebook, YouTube, and e-mail. Twilight was giddily taking notes on everything while the others simply stared in wonder. Twilight put her notes away and started slightly bouncing again. "C-Can I try it?!" she could hardly contain her excitement.

Tristan smiled a bit. "Absolutely. Just let me check my messages first." he replied. Twilight hopped off from his chair, allowing him to sit down. He pulled up his e-mail inbox and went sped through the messages. Most of them were spam, but one was from a co-worker that he frequently talks to. The message said something about how urgent it is that he visit the attached website and give Tristan's support. Twilight looked up at him, anxious.

"What do you think that means, Tristan?" she asked nervously.

Tristan chuckled a bit. "It's probably just a prank e-mail to get me to go to lemon-party-dot-org," he laughed, "He's always trying to get me to go there. Kinda twisted, if you ask me."

Pinkie Pie shot up to the front of the group. "A LEMON PARTY! That sounds sweet! Well, actually, it would be pretty sour, but it still sounds like a lot of fun! I wanna go to a lemon party! Let's click it, LET'S CLICK IT!" she pleaded, trying to take control of the mouse.

"Pinkie, no!" he shouted, seizing control of the computer and closing his inbox. "Absolutely not." he warned. "That website is pure evil. It just sounds nice to lure people in." Pinkie Pie frowned a little bit. "I'm sorry," Tristan continued, "but you're just going to have to take my word on this one."

Pinkie frowned a little more. "Oki doki Loki" she said, defeated.

Pinkie Pie climbed back down from the computer's desk and Tristan finished explaining to his small audience how everything on the computer works. He returned the internet browser to Google and moved up out of the seat. Twilight instantly resumed to her spot and started clacking away at the keyboard. She looked at the screen, only to have her excitement replaced by frustration. She huffed loudly. Tristan checked the computer screen, seeing that Twilight's hooves were going to make it very hard to type. He couldn't help but let a small laugh escape past his lips.

Twilight flared up her horn and used her magic to start pressing the keys individually. She was slow at first, but her speed began to pick up almost immediately. She started her research by keying in "History of Earth". Millions of search results popped up, and Twilight began at the top of the list. Tristan walked into the kitchen to prepare dinner.


Dinner finished and the table set, Tristan called everyone in to eat. They all hurried to the table for a decent spot, Twilight still glued to the computer.

"I'll be there in a second." she called, not moving her eyes from the screen.

Tristan placed the big cheese and veggie pizza in the middle of the table and went over it with a pizza cutter, creating small, square pieces. He placed four pieces on each plate and poured water in everyone's glass. Once Tristan seated himself, Twilight hopped off the computer and took a spot at the table. The ponies waited for the pizza to cool, while Spike gladly ingested all four of his pieces, fresh from the oven.

Once everyone had eaten their fill, Tristan began cleaning up the kitchen. Fluttershy and Applejack offered help, which Tristan gladly accepted, and the rest of the ponies went right back to the computer. Rainbow Dash managed to beat everyone else to the chair and, remembering a certain video sharing website, looked up videos of "Amazingly Awesome Stunts", with Spike at the keyboard.

Applejack dropped the last of the dishes in the sink as Tristan washed them. Fluttershy had just returned to the living room, laying down on the couch and observing the computer screen from a distance. Tristan washed the last of the dishes and was on his way to the living room when the orange mare stopped him.

"What's up, AJ?" he asked. The pony glanced down, nervously, her blonde mane and Stetson covering her eyes. "Well... ah... ya see... y-ya know how Twilight said she can turn all us pony folk into your kind?" she asked, a blush starting to form.

Oh, God, no, Tristan thought, I'm about to be asked out by a horse. "Y-Yeah..." he replied. Where was this heading?

"Well, Ah was... ya know, just wonderin'... if Ah can get Twilight to change me... d-do you think you could take me outside?" Applejack finished. Tristan let out a sigh of relief, which Applejack mistook for disappointment. "A-Ah mean, your house is nice and all, but Twilight found that spell, and, well, Ah reckon we'd all like that chance to go out with ya." She realized her slip and panicked. "Ah meant outside! Go outSIDE w-with ya." she corrected. An awkward smile spread across her face.

Tristan laughed a little. "Why didn't you just say so? Of course! I mean, I think we can work something out where you can all take turns going outside." he smiled. "Like a schedule." Applejack smiled and bucked the air in glee. Tristan walked into the living room with a bouncing Applejack and called a meeting with the others. They discussed plans for daily "field trips". After a few minutes of discussion, the schedule boiled down to this:

Sunday: Pinkie Pie

Monday: Fluttershy

Tuesday: Twilight Sparkle

Wednesday: Applejack

Thursday: Spike

Friday: Rainbow Dash

Saturday: Rarity

Tristan, once again, unfolded the couch, making the bed for the ponies. Twilight resumed her studies, clicking off the monster truck videos that Rainbow Dash left up. Twilight pulled up Google once more and began typing away, something about "Historic Wars" showed in the search box. Tristan wished everyone good night, which they all returned, including an ecstatic Applejack. He walked to his room and re-set his alarm. He had another day off tomorrow, so he could focus on showing Applejack a good time. He fell asleep almost instantly,


The alarm sounded, and Tristan slammed it almost instantly. He sat up, groaning and yawning, before showering, dressing himself, and making his way into the living room for breakfast. He was greeted by six groggy, yet friendly, ponies and a newly awake baby dragon. They all had toast and apple juice for breakfast, which everyone seemed to enjoy very well.

After breakfast, everyone returned to the living room. Tristan stood in the corner and most of the others retired back to the pull-out couch. The odd one out was Applejack, who stood in the middle of the floor, beaming, with a blanket covering everything but her face. "Well, ah gotta protect mah modesty, ya know?" Applejack explained. Tristan's eyes widened, remembering the first time this happened.

"Oh, right." he said, turning away. Twilight jumped off the bed and positioned herself in front of Applejack, fixing her stance so that she may be able to cast the amount of magic that was needed.

Her horn glowed brightly, then, so did Applejack's figure. The rest of the tired ponies found themselves wide awake, still new to the transformation process. The light dimmed, and a face popped out from the covers. She wobbled a bit to keep her balance, but found it easily. Her golden hair kept the ponytail style, and her freckles remained, too. She stood about Tristan's height, had a more muscular tone about her, and her skin was tanned. She looked down on her new figure, hardly able to see much past her well-proportioned chest. She squealed in excitement, almost losing her balance again.

During the transformation, Tristan had raided his closet for the gym shorts and hoodie that Fluttershy had previously worn. If he was going to agree to these daily one-on-ones, he was going to have to get them some clothes. He decided that the first order of business was clothes shopping. He paced back into the living room with Applejack's clothing at the ready.

"Here ya g-" he began, but couldn't finish.

Applejack danced around in the thin blanket, which she clutched tightly around her figure. "How do ah look, sugarcube?" she asked, placing her Stetson back on her head, which to Tristan's surprise, still fit.

"Well... y-you...." he stammered, but remembered the temporary clothes he brought. "J-Just put these on."

Applejack giggled and stumbled to the bathroom to change. Rarity, who had taken the computer for fashion research, rolled her eyes.

"Men." she sighed, clicking on pictures of French couture. The other girls giggled at a red-faced Tristan.

"Good news!" Rainbow Dash teased, "your nose didn't bleed!" she burst out in laughter. Tristan narrowed his eyes at the rainbow-colored pegasus.

Applejack returned from bathroom. The hoodie was almost fitting on her torso and the shorts stopped a little bit above her knees. "These gall-durn things are so uncomfortable." she complained, adjusting the hoodie.

Tristan, trying to fight another blush, put on his shoes. "Yeah, we're gonna go fix that now. Our first stop is a clothing store." he handed a pair of flip-flops to Applejack, who gladly slipped them on.

"Alright, partner! Let's go!" she cheered, pulling Tristan to the door.

Once out, Fluttershy flew to the doorframe. "Have a good day, you two! See you this evening!" she called, pulling the door shut and locking it.


Applejack wiggled in the passenger seat from the excitement, whipping her head around every so often to catch a glance of something that they passed. If Tristan didn't find it so funny (and a tad cute), it would almost be annoying.

They pulled into the clothing store's parking lot and got out of the car. Applejack struggled with the seat belt, but eventually managed to get it. She fell slightly, trying to get out of the car, but luckily, Tristan had predicted this and caught her. Once she was righted, they made their way into the clothing store. Applejack immediately took the the racks and racks of clothes, trying on almost anything that appealed to her.

"Uh, sugarcube?" she asked Tristan, who himself was looking at some clothes. "What do ya reckon ah do about these?" she questioned, pointing to her chest. He looked around and led her to the undergarments section. She nodded and scoured the racks, looking for something to support hers. She grabbed a couple that seemed her size and ran to try them on as well.

When they emerged from the store a couple hours later, Applejack was wearing an orange t-shirt, straight-legged jeans, a pair of boots, some modest underwear, and her signature Stetson. She giggled loudly as she inspected herself. "Oh, thank ya so much! Ah really do like it!" she said, embracing Tristan tightly.

Tristan's face turned a little red again. "Um, it's fine. No problem at all, really," he reassured. As Applejack released him from her iron embrace, Tristan leaned against his car. "So, what do you wanna do?" he asked.


AUTHOR'S NOTES

Holy crap. That took forever for me to write. I had a brain fart halfway through this chapter, so I apologize if this doesn't necessarily live up to the others. It's been a stressful day for me, but I'm going to try not to use that as an excuse. Well, I'm gonna head to bed, because it's almost midnight here and I have a killer headache from hearing Gilbert Gottfried's voice on the Roast of Rosanne Barr, so nighty night! Tell me what you like (and what you hate) so far and I'll conclude Tristan's day with Applejack sometime before tomorrow night! See ya!

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