“Oh god, my head.” I groan while a steady thump of pain shoots through my skull.

I slowly open my eyes and take a look around. I couldn't see anything. Oh man my head hurts. I try to reach for my head but find my hands are bound at the wrists. I try to pull myself free but the straps were secured tight. I thrashed my legs around to find they too were restrained.

“It’s good to see you’re awake.” Comes a voice from the darkness.

I quickly look around. “Pinkie, is that you?” I ask out loud.

Suddenly a single light above me flashes on, temporarily blinding me. I snap my eyes closed from the sudden pain. I wait a moment so my eyes could adjust. I look myself over to see that I was bound onto a metal table of some sorts. My wrists and ankles anchored by tough looking straps. What the hell is going on?

“It’s so good to see you’re alright, Anon.” I hear the voice from the darkness. It was definitely Pinkie.

“P-Pinkie. Ow, why does my head hurt so much? Why am I strapped to a table?” Maybe she can shed some light on my situation.

“Oh don't worry Anon, you will find out soon enough.” Pinkie says in her normal cheer, but something about it made me feel uneasy.

Pinkie came into the light as I took in her form. She was wearing some kind of shirt looking thing that had patches on it. Each patch had a different symbol on it. She was wearing something on her neck, it looked lik-....

“P-P-Pinkie, W-What's that on y-your neck-k.” I say with fear growing in my stomach.

She looked down to the horns dangling around her neck. She smiled at me in a way that sent a chill up my spin.

“Do you like then? I made them myself.” She says with total glee.

Ok, so Pinkie is crazy and I am pretty sure I am about to be killed in a way that will be talked about for centuries to come.

“Pinkie, please.. Just, let me go.”

She smiled at me, my god will it haunt my dreams.

“Okey dokey lokey!” She says as she pulls a level and all my straps come off.

I land on my feet as a main light turns on, clearing the darkness in the entire basement. It was full of boxes and flour sacks. I look back to Pinkie still afraid. Was she playing some kind of game here?

“What's wrong Anon?” She asks with a worried tone.

I look around the basement. “What’s going on? Why am I here?”

She smiled. “Don't you remember Anon?” I shook my head as she took in a really deep breath. “You came here with the Cutie Mark Crusaders, they taught you how money works in Equestria, you said it was just like how money worked in your world. That’s when you asked for cooking lessons from me, I told you to get some flour from the basement, you saw the table and asked what it was for. I told you it was a new invention I made that straps a pony down and you can spin them around really fast, you said it sounded fun and wanted to try. I strapped you in and around you went but eventually you passed out. I didn't want to wake you so I went back to baking with the girls, I came back down just a few minute ago, let you down and then explained everything to you.”

Well that was definitely a mouthful. I point to her necklace. “What are those?”

She looked to the necklace. She smiles as she picks one of the horns up and takes a bite out of it. I look at her with a horrified expression.

“What? It's good.” she says with her mouth full.

Once she swallowed her piece she shoved the other into my mouth. I was about to spit it out when I noticed that it tasted really sweet.

She smiled at me. “It’s a new candy I made. I call them unicorn horns. I know I can make a better name but that's just the rough draft version of it.”

Ok so that was one problem solved. I point to her patch job clothing.

“What is that? It looks like cutie marks to me.” I say.

She smile as she turns around and backs her rear end into my knee. I look onto her back to see some kind of writing was there.

I read it aloud. “Kiss me, I’m a cutie?” I facepalm. That has to be the most offensive thing I have ever seen in my life. Puns like that should be banned!

“It’s my apron silly!” Pinkie says with cheer.

Well that makes me feel alot better. I could have sworn I was going to be murdered by her, maybe even be turned into something. Like into a cake of some kind. Anyways I look to Pinkie.

“Well, can you teach me to cook?” I ask with hope.

She was beaming as she grabbed my hand. “Let’s go!” She says while she hops alongside me.

There we both stood in the kitchen. Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo and Applebloom are covered head to hoof in flour. I look over to Pinkie

“Was it really a good idea to leave them alone?” I ask.

She gave a nod. “It’s fine Anon! We can clean them up later. Now let's get baking!”

Oh man! I didn’t know how hard it was to bake. I mean if the heat of the kitchen alone didn't kill you then the constant third degree burns would. I was a little worse off than the girls but they too got their fair share of cuts. The good news was that I did in fact learn a little about cooking. Pinkie Pie may be random but she sure knows how to cook.

I got to meet the Cakes, they were really nice and had two rather rambunctious little foals. Though surprisingly Pinkie Pie handled them like a champ. I would like to think I’m good with kids, but not so much with babies. Pinkie wanted me to hold one but I was too nervous and declined. We got the kitchen all cleaned up but now we were faced with three little problems.

The Crusaders were a total mess. If I know anything then I know both Applejack and Rarity would be rather upset with them and it’s kinda my fault so I wouldn't want them to get in trouble because of me.

“They can use the bathroom upstairs.” Pinkie offers.

I give a nod. “You heard her, you three get cleaned up.” They let out dejected sighs as I just point them to the right direction.

“It was really fun baking with you Anon. Most of my friends don't really take the time to have much fun.” Pinkie says in a cheery voice.

I smile at her. “I had a fun time too. I can't thank you enough for teaching me how to cook, maybe I won't burn anything next time.” I say with a chuckle.

She was giggling at me. “Well Anon if you ever want to learn more or if you just want me to cook you something, then all you have to do is ask.”

I rest my hand on her shoulder. “Thanks Pinkie Pie.”

She smiled at me. “You can call me Pinkie. All my friends do.”

My smile grew even more. “Thanks Pinkie.”

I was about to turn around but suddenly I was tackled to the ground. I was now face to face with Pinkie.

“Uh Pin-” My eye shot open wide.

Holy crap what’s happening here? Ok, Pinkie Pie is currently standing over you, her head is very close and her eyes are closed. Optical test passed. You feel her lips pressing against yours. Her hooves have moved to the back of your neck. Touch test passed. Your mind is still having a hard time processing what's going on. Brain check failed.

Before I could even react Pinkie pulled away slowly. She was blushing furiously as she gets off me. She looks to me with hope in her eyes, then it turns to dread as suddenly a popping sound could be heard and her hair deflates, she also loses some of her pinkish color.

“Y-you didn't like it?” She asked, with tears welling up.

I shook my head as I sit up.. “No, it wasn't that. It was just, sudden you know.”

“So. Did you like it?” She asks with hope slowly growing.

Ok lets analyze the situation. Pinkie just kissed me. Wasn't a french kiss but an innocent kiss. She was really soft and her lips left a sugary taste on my lips. It wasn't that bad at all, but something deep down was screaming at me. It made me feel sick.

“Well, It wasn't bad.” I say a little hesitantly.

Suddenly her mane poofs back into its normal style as her color brightens again. I am once again tackled by Pinkie as she presses her lips to mine. I push her off this time.

“Pinkie!” I yell.

She looks confused. “What's wrong?”

I gather my thoughts. “We can't do” I point between the both of us. “This.”

Her eyes start to water a little. “B-but why?”

I let out a sigh. “Think about it Pinkie. We don't know each other that well. I don't even know myself well.” I rub the back of my neck. “How can you even see me like that? Doesn't it matter that you are a pony and I am a human?”

She looked away from me. “Silly filly. It's not about the species. It's about who you connect with.” Pinkie says with a little cheer in her voice.

“Why me? What makes me so special?” She looked at me like I was stupid. “Not like that Pinkie. I mean, What is it that you like about me? I don't remember most of my life. If anything it's just one sided.”

She shook her head. “You are really nice Anon. Even when the ponies around you ignore you, you still try to smile and brush it off. Even I have down days Anon but you are different, you never seem to let most things affect you.”

Wow Pinkie was acting really deep at this moment. I guess she was right. Why haven't I just exploded yet? I mean the whole situation, ya I have thought about it but for the most part I am taking it all in stride. Why is that?

Pinkie Speaks up. “You, you treat me like a normal pony too Anon. Most of my friends just ignore most of my antics, but you stay through them all. You actually pay attention. You actually care.”

I shake my head. What can I say, what can I do in this moment? I don't think I can go through with a relationship but what am I really afraid of? Suddenly the others come to mind. Rainbow, Twilight, Rarity, Fluttershy, Applejack. What would they think? What do they feel? I mean if Pinkie feels this way then what if they do too?

Suddenly my mind flashed with several memories. I carefully think them over. ‘That can't be right?‘ I think to myself. I return my attention to Pinkie. “Pinkie. I am going to ask you some questions, depending on what the answers are.. I will probably have a lot of thinking to do.” She could hear the seriousness in my tone as I think for a moment. “What does it mean to touch another pony's cutie mark?” This one was the biggest on my mind since Twilight seemed to react strongly to it.

Pinkie was blushing as she answered. “It's a very intimate thing Anon, very intimate. It can stimulate a pony if rubbed.”

I tried to keep a neutral face but on the inside I was tearing myself apart. So that means Applejack has to be interested right? I think of another odd thing that happened.

“Is touching a horn or wing the same as touching a cutie mark?” I ask hesitantly.

Pinkie gave me a nod. Dammit, so I have been feeling up ponies this whole time?! And not a single one of them stopped me? Or even told me?!

Another question came. “When Rarity does measurements what does she use, her hoof or magic?”

“Magic.” Pinkie answers.

I let out a sigh.. What is going on here?

“Pinkie, can you do me a favor?” I ask. She gave a nod so I go ahead and ask. “Take the Crusaders home for me please. I need to be alone for awhile.”

She seemed to get sad but I had a lot of thinking to do. I walk out the back door and into a random direction.

I have been walking for awhile now, trying to process everything I have been told. In the last thirty minutes or so I have found out that everyone of the girls have let me touch them inappropriately. The worst part is that they never even told me that it was wrong! I feel like such a idiot! What am I going to say? Can I even face them anymore?

I just keep walking around the streets never really taking my eyes off the ground. As I enter the center of town I start to hear something. It was some kind of sounds that carried on the wind. I let my ears guide me as I follow this sound. I wonder what it is? Soon I am standing at the door of a house. There was music being made from the inside.

I knock on the door hesitantly. I wait a few minutes. The door opens to reveal Lyra. She beams when she see’s me.

“Anon you made it!” She says with some cheer. She can sense my distress as she changes her tone to one of worry. “Is everything alright anon?”

I shake my head. “Not exactly Lyra.”

She quickly moved out of the way. “Oh, please come in and sit.”

She lets me through into her home as she then shows me to her living room. Once there I take my seat on a rather roomy couch. What happens next made me smile a bit. Lyra sat next to me, but just like a human would. I looked her up and down.

“What are you doing?” I say with a smile on my face.

She looks to me then to herself. “Is there something wrong?” She asks a little worried.

I shake my head. “No, not at all. Just never seen a pony sit like that before.”

She gave a nod. “Yes I understand, it's weird isn't it?”

I shook my head. “No it's not weird. It's actually nice to see.”

Lyra then brought over her lyre. “So, tell me what has you in a funk Anon. Earlier today you looked happy, now you look hurt and confused.” Lyra says as she strums a soft melody.

I let out a sigh. “Lyra. How would you feel if your friends were lying to you. Not about small things either. Really big things.”

“Depends on what “big things” are.” Lyra states.

“How about letting you touch their cutie mark but they didn't tell you what that means to their culture beforehand?” I say in a deadpan tone.

A blush spread over her face. “Oh my, I can see why you would be upset by that.”

I lean into the couch as I throw my hands up. “And it’s so much more Lyra. Touching horns, massaging wings. None of them even told me what that all means. I-I think they might like me, all of them. But how could I choose? Should I even choose?”

“Why even choose?” Lyra questions.

“What?”

“Anon, since you came here. How many stallions have you met?”

“One”

“And how many mares have you met?”

“Uhhh..”

“Exactly. You have met more mares than stallions. Do you know why?” I think for a little but I had nothing. “Mares out number stallions four to one Anon.”

Wow that is a lot of mares.

“So what does that mean?” I ask unsure of where she was going with this.

She chuckles a little, even her lyre played a joyful tune when she did that.

“I mean we have herds Anon.” She stated matter of factly.

Wait, she doesn't mean. “Are you saying stallions have more than one partner?” She gave a nod. “Well.. What about the Cakes? Aren't they not in a herd?”

Lyra laughed a little. “Have you seen their kids?! One is a unicorn and the other is a pegasus! Mr.Cake tries to deny it, but we all know Ms,Cake is getting a little action on the side.”

A broken home doesn't sound too funny to me but I guess Lyra has a dark sense of humor.

“So you’re telling me to basically date them all?” I ask in disbelief.

She shrugged her shoulder. “You know Anon a date doesn't have to mean you go steady with them. A date can just be a way to get to know them, see if you want them in your herd.”

This is unbelievable. I let out a sigh. “Another thing is Lyra. I am not sure I even want to date a pony. I mean it was just the way my people were. Growing up we were told interspecies coupling was wrong. I know you are all smart and can choose but, does that mean I don't have the right to choose as well?”

Lyra smiled. “You always have a choice Anon. No matter what happens remember that you have a choice. When you make your choice make sure that is what you truly want. Don't go the rest of your life regretting it or wondering what could have been.”

I was feeling a little better talking with Lyra. “Thanks Lyra, you are a real friend you know that?”

She smiled at me and gave a nod. “Anytime Anon.”

I think it was time to change the subject. “Hey Lyra?” She gave another nod. “How do you know so much about humans?”

A smile spread over her muzzle. “When I was young my mother would tell me bedtime stories. There was one that was my favorite. It was about creatures that walked on two legs, the book called them humans. Of course everything in the children's book was sparsely detailed but it always left me in wonder. Made me wish I could one day meet a human.” She looked over at me. “Here I am meeting one in the flesh.”

I look myself over as I ask. “Was I everything that you dreamed about?”

She chuckles a little. “You are a little shorter then in my dreams.”

I can't help but laugh at that as well.

She then stops her playing as she looked directly at me. “Do you want to hear me play?”

I give her a nod. “I’d love to.”

Lyra had serenaded me with the most beautiful music I have ever heard in my life. It was no surprise when she told me about how she plays for some orchestra in Canterlot. Lyra was also nice enough to tell me about Canterlot and other places she has been. She was really nice and a great friend, and I really mean that this time. She didn't try anything the whole time, we just enjoyed each other's company.

I stood outside of Lyra’s house. “Thanks again Lyra, you really helped me out here.” I say feeling a little better after our talk.

“No problem Anon, just remember that if you need to talk, my door is always wide open.” She says with a smile.

What she does next is a surprise but in a good way. Lyra stands on her hind legs and arches her back, she was a little wobbly but was standing upright like a human. She took a few slow steps towards me and took me into an embrace. I return the kind gesture before we part ways. I look up to the night sky and notice that the moon was almost at its peak. Lyra and I must have been talking for awhile it seems.

I let out a sigh. I can't face Twilight or her friends just yet. I mean they lied to me! They made me think what I was doing is alright. It, it makes me feel like a idiot! I feel around in my pocket as I take notice of the gold coins, still plenty in there.

I look around the main town and notice a sign with a bed on it. Maybe a hotel wouldn't be so bad for now. I move my way to the establishment as I open the door and walk inside. There sat a middle aged looking mare. She was a two tone, white coat and red mane. I walk up to the counter. “How much for a room?”

She looks up at me and doesn't even flinch. “That will be five bit please.” Wow that's pretty good. Now you maybe wondering how the currency system works here in Equestria. Well it works just like our worlds, but the difference is that everything here is dirt cheap. The gold I had didn't make me a millionaire but it did mean I could live well for a month. Maybe two if I spent it well.

Anyways I had spent some of my coins over at Sugar Cube Corner, so I had someone bitcoins on me. I place down the five as she hands me a old style key.

“Take the stairs, room three. Goodnight, sir.” She says.

I give her a nod and find my room for the night. When I walk into the room I was pleasantly surprised. It was spartan, but the bed looked very clean and soft. I was so tired I didn't even take my clothes off as I fall onto the bed and get to sleep.

I stood in the total darkness in my mind. It seems to be filled with a really thick fog. I needed to see her, I needed to talk to her now. “Luna!” I got no answer, so I try again. “Luna I know you can hear me! We need to talk now!” Off in the distance I could hear flapping of wings.

Soon I hear something land. “Anon, what is it that you wish to speak of?” Luna says in a royal voice.

I let out a sigh. “I know you aren't real but I really need someone to talk to right now. I-I have some problems and, I just need to see a friendly face right now.”

She dropped her seriousness. “Anon is everything alright?”

I shook my head. “Luna I’ve been told things today that I just can't forgive. My friends or the ponies that I thought were my friends have lied to me! Well, maybe except Pinkie. But that's besides the point!”

Luna lie on the ground as she spoke. “Sit, Anon, tell me what happened.”

I let out a sigh as I take my seat facing Luna. “These ponies have been letting me do things, inappropriate things, without my knowledge. I just feel betrayed that they would keep important information like that from me.” I shake my head. “Do they all like me? Love me? How could they? They don't even know me. They’re ponies and I’m a human! It’s just not right!”

“What is it that you are afraid of Anon?” Luna asks.

I look off into the darkness. “I-I just don't want to hurt them. I mean I’m not sure if I even like any of them as more than friends.”

Luna was now sitting next to me as she drapes a wing over my shoulder and pulls me close to her.

“What do you think about me Anon?” Luna asks with a blush on her face.

I think for a little. “Well you are nice and I can relate to you on some levels. You seem to care, but then again this is a dream.”

She smiles at me. “So you like my personality. What about my body?” I lean away from her with a strange look but she continues. “Tell me Anon what you see when you look at me.”

I take in her form as I speak aloud. “You are very beautiful. The perfect blending of your dark blue mane offsets the stars. Your coat is also a deep blue that matches the night perfectly.” I look into her eyes. “Your eyes are perfect.”

She was blushing like mad. “So you can admit beauty, but not affection?”

I thought for a little. I mean seeing beauty is one thing but dating it is another, right?

“I honestly don't know anymore Luna. I’m not sure about anything anymore.” I say as I bury my face into my hands.

She rubbed my back a little with her hoof. “It's alright Anon. Just get all the girls together and talk to them, clear the air.”

I sat up and think a little. “Wouldn't that be awkward?”

“For a while yes, but it will be much better than trying to ignore it.” She says.

I actually feel a ton better now. I took Luna into an embrace as I whisper into her ear. “Thank you Luna.” I let out a sigh. “I really wish you were here.”

She then chuckled. “This is the last time I will tell you this anon. I am the real Luna.”

I was still skeptical. “Ok if you are the real Luna, tell me something I don't know.”

She thought for a little bit. “My sister is a alicorn like me. Her coat is a bright white color, her mane is made of pinks, greens and blues.” She smiled a little deviously. “When you meet her tomorrow, call her Tia.”

I repeat the name. “Tia, why Tia?”

That grin was on her face. “Oh no reason at all, but when you do call her that make sure it’s in private.”

I scratch the top of my head. “Well. Ok then.” Luna gave a nod as she stood to her hooves.

“I must go to the dreams of other ponies now Anon.” Luna says.

I give a nod. “Thanks for listening.” I look around the darkness to see the fog is gone. “I really owe you one now.”

She smiled a bit and took to the sky. Well, guess it's time to wake up.

So I’d woke up. I look over to see that the sun was just rising, perfect. I got out of bed and walk out the room. I see the old mare was no longer at the counter, but was replaced with a old looking stallion. I walk up to the counter and place the key down.

“Come again.” He says with a smile.

I gave another nod as I walk out the door. I look around the streets of Ponyville to see that a lot of ponies are out and about. These ponies must be early risers? I walk threw the sea of ponies for awhile as I think to myself. ‘So I just need to talk to them. Clear the air.’

“Hey Anon!” I hear someone call out.

I turn around to see Scootaloo on her little scooter. “Scootaloo? What are you doing?”

She smiles at me. “I’m heading to school. Want to walk with me?”

I give a nod. “Sure.”

She beams at that as her tiny wings give a quick flutter and a buzzing sound. She does small pushes while on her scooter while I just walk beside her.

“So what were you doing in that hotel last night Anon?” Scootaloo asks.

I rub the back of my neck. I don't really want to talk to a kid about my problems. “Long story scoots.” I say half mindedly. I turn around to see she had stopped in the middle of the street. “Is something wrong?” I ask.

Her eyes got a little watery. “Oh, it’s nothing.” Before I could ask more she was already moving forward. I shrug as I just continue to follow her.

Scootaloo and I now stood outside of a large red building. It honestly looked like a old style school house. A lot of fillies and colts were running about in the playground area. Though a good number of them were just staring at me from afar.

“Hey Scootaloo!” I hear two ponies call from afar.

When I turn around I’m immediately tackled by two cute little balls of fur. I look down to see Applebloom and Sweetie Belle laying on top of me.

“So how’s your morning going, girls?” I ask, trying to mask the pain in my back.

They both smile at me.

“Great!” Sweetie Belle answers with cheer.

“Great for me as well!” Applebloom adds with just as much cheer.

“That’s nice, that’s nice.” I say.

I look over to see Scootaloo circling the dirt with her hoof as she looks to the ground. I smile at her as I reach my hand under her belly and pull her into the pile on top of me. I hug the three little fillies as they just giggle like crazy. I then heard someone clear their throat. I let my head lay on the dirt as I look up ahead. There stood two other fillies.

Unlike the three fillies I knew, these two had cutie marks. One was of a spoon and the other a tiara. I set the girls down and look at these two closely. One actually wore a tiara and the other wore some pearls and glasses. The coloring of the one with the tiara was a pinkish color, her mane was two colors, the main part was bluish while a strip of white ran threw it. The one with the spoon had kinda the same mane color but her coat was a light grey.

“What is that thing?” Says the one with the spoon.

“It looks like a monkey.” Says the one with the tiara.

Now it doesn't take a expert to notice when some kids are just bullies and these two come off as bullies. Though they are just kids so I don't pay it much mind.

“Why don't you leave him alone Diamond Tiara!” Sweetie Belle says.

“What, can't the monkey speak for himself?” Diamond Tiara says with a mocking tone.

Sweetie Belle was nose to nose with Diamond Tiara. I didn't want this to turn into a fight so I step in.

“Alright kids, break it up.” I say as I insert my hands between the two of them and push them back a little.

Diamond Tiara struck my hand away. “Ew, don't touch me!”

I rub my hand a little. Hooves may be soft but they can be pretty hard too.

“You better watch where you put your hooves!” Applebloom steps in.

“Or what? You going to fight for this freak!” Diamond Tiara says. That word freak, that word doesn't sit right with me. I start to grind my teeth together. “Oh did I make the little monkey mad?” She mocks.

I stand to my full length towering over her. She shrunk a little at that. “Yes, you did. Apologies, now.”

She didn't relent. ”What if I don't?” She says in a challenging tone.

I grin a little bit. “You know for a fact that words can hurt and I can say a lot about you. So if you don't want me to send you home crying, I suggest you apologies now.”

She made a gurgle sound and spit on my shoe. So, she wants to play like that.

I crouch down and look at her. “You know you are pretty ugly.” I state in a strong tone.

Her face contorts to anger. “What did you say?!”

I look her deep in the eyes. “Out of all the mares I have met, you are by far the ugliest.” Her rage seemed to turn up to a new level but I continued. “I also learned that a pony's cutie mark states their special talent.” I take a look at her hind quarters. “What is that suppose to mean? How useful in life would a tiara be?” She seemed to stumble a bit as confusion crossed over her face but I don't relent. “You try to put other down because your life is pathetic, you are pathetic.”

Her eyes turned from rage to sadness as tears filled her eyes. I keep going. “It's easy to point out everyone else's flaws, but it’s hard to see our own.” She turned away from me but I knew she was crying. She was still a kid but she had to know what she was doing is wrong. I sit down and scoot a little closer to her as I lay my hand on her back. “You can still be a good pony. You just have to want to change.”

She doesn't even say a thing. She ran off into the distance with tears falling. I let out a sigh as I look down to the other one. I point to her. “And you.” She cringes a little bit, fully expecting a verbal assault. “You need to stop being a follower. I can see that you don't like making fun of ponies, so speak up about it!” She turn away in shame. “You are a very pretty pony and by the looks of it a smart one as well.” She turns her attention to me. “Make your own path, don't let others choose for you.”

She give a small nod as she walks over to the playground. I rub the back of my neck. Man I really shouldn't have done that.

“That was awesome!” Screams Scootaloo.

I shake my head. “No it wasn't.”

Applebloom spoke up. “Can you teach us how to do that?”

I shook my head. “No.”

Sweetie Belle asked. “But why?”

I just look to the path where Diamond Tiara ran off to. “She was just a kid. What I did to her was wrong. I basically pushed her down and forced her to face reality. When she comes back she will either be worse than before or better. I really hope she is ok, I didn't mean to be that harsh on her.”

“But she asked for it!” Scootaloo shouted.

I turn to her and look her deep in the eyes, she shrunk a little at that. “She didn't know any better. Do you remember what I told her?” I ask.

“You said she was pathetic.” Sweetie Belle stated.

I nob. “That alone shouldn't have set her off. Do you know why it did?” They shake their heads. “It’s because she does have a bad life. Everything I said was without evidence, yet was so vague that she was able to draw her own conclusion on what the insult meant. She only bullies because she feels bullied in her own life. Do you girls understand?”

They look a little sad now as they give a nod.

“We never thought of it like that.” Applebloom confesses.

I return my gaze to the road where she ran off. “Most people never do.”

The school bell rang and the kids were storming their way inside.

I look to Scootaloo. “Tell your teacher that Diamond Tiara won't be showing up today.”

She gives me a nod as she runs off with Applebloom behind her. I look down to see that only Sweetie Belle was left standing next to me.

“Thanks for breaking Diamond Tiara and I up before thing got out of hoof.”

I was still sitting on the ground facing her. “It was no problem.”

She quickly stepped onto my legs with her forehooves, reached up and kissed my cheek. She pulled back with a blush and ran off.

I rub my cheek. “Well this day can't get any worse can it?”

I could hear in the distance a megaphone turn on, then Pinkie’s voice came on and yelled. “Anon Princess Celestia is here to see you!”

Shit.