The human entered the hollowed-out tree with giddy excitement, examining every single thing that he passed. After all, if this was, indeed, a dream, then he had to take in everything. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and there was nothing that would stop him from enjoying this. He looked from a peculiar-looking lamp to a gawking purple unicorn and a dragon whose face basically screamed, I-don't-give-a-shit.

"Hiya, Twilight!" Pinkie enthusiasticly greeted Twilight. The purple unicorn hesitated in her response, never taking her eyes off of Mark.

"Uhm... who's your friend, Pinkie...?" Twilight asked the pink mare. Pinkie looked at Mark as if he had just appeared out of nowhere. She then smiled and laughed.

"Twilight, meet Mark. Mark, meet Twilight!" Pinkie screeched, causing all three in the room to flinch.

"Hey... how are you doing?" Mark asked the rather... sexy... unicorn. No, he was with Scootaloo and it was going to stay that way. He then made a vow to himself that he would never get into a sexual relationship with Twilight. The last thing he needed right now was being hated by Scootaloo. Twilight was second in his list for ponies he'd love to bang. But now that he was actually in a real relationship with one, he just couldn't do that.

"Oh, I'm doing good. But... if it isn't too much trouble to ask..." Twilight began, "What are you?" she eneded with a question.

"I'm a human. Sort of evolved from apes that have attained great intelligence. I'm guessing you'd like to know more" Mark said, making sure his face didn't show his excitement.

"Oh, yes please! I'd love to know everything about you and your race. But first..." Twilight said with excitement, "How did you get here?"

There really wasn't an easy answer to that question. The last thing he wanted to do was lie to her. So he decided to tell the truth, but not tell her how he had landed in Scootaloo's house. There might be some questions as to what he was doing there, "I really don't know. The last thing I remember is drinking coffee at my computer desk and relaxing. I see a tendril of light travel up my arm and, before I know it, I'm teleported to the outskirts of Ponyville." Almost the truth, anyway.

Twilight looked a little suprised by this, "Well, I guess we need to figure out who teleported you. They had to have had a camera in your room because they can't teleport you otherwise. It'd have to be a strong unicorn because teleporting through a screen is no easy task. But then that begs the question, How did they get a camera in your room?" Mark was taken aback by her sudden burst of words that flew at him like a tsunami.

He then realized something that should have been all too obvious, "How did you know that I'm not from Equestria? I could have easily been a sub-race in the Everfree for all you knew." Twilight simply laughed at this.

"Isn't it obvious? You're sentient, which means you can't be a creature from the Everfree and the world has no record of your kind in its history books. Trust me. I would know. I've read just about every history book there is to read. And I don't forget what I read." Twilight said, suprising the human even further.

"You can tell me about yourself later, though. Right now, we need you to show the Ponyville inhabitants that you're not a threat. You should go out out and make some friends." She finished. Mark was still trying to process everything that she had said to him. The show didn't give her intelligence justice, because she was so much smarter in real life. We got a lot of things right but not all of it.

"Seems like the thing to do." Mark simply said. But he just stood there, unsure if he was meant to go now or later.

"Aren't you going to go and get friends? They would have seen you by now and the longer you stand there, the longer they'll be uncomfortable and suspicious of you. The sooner the better. I know that it is a weird turn of events but, sometimes, you have to do things on the fly to make any plans for the future." Twilight said, spitting out even greater amounts of wisdom. There is no doubt about it... she's so much smarter in real life than in the show and fanfictions. Pnkie was, suprisingly, just standg there smiling and, even more suprisingly, somewhat suprised. At least she looked like she was. But you couldn't ever know for sure with Pinkie Pie. If Twilight is smarter in real life than in the show, then is Pinkie Pie less strange? Wait... what the hell were the chances of that? Pretty slim.

"I should come with you. You know, because of the fact that Ponyvillians have been known to riot over the silliest things." Pinkie Pie said simply, her smile as big as it gets. Mark's guess of why Twilight and Pinkie wern't freaking out was because that they had learned their lesson with Zecora. At least that's what he thought. He could be wrong. He looked to the dragon, who was now eating some gems. Okay... Spike doesn't seem to give a shit. Suprising fact is suprising.

Hey, Sp-... dragon. What's your name." Mark asked, almost sayong his name. That probably wouldn't have ended well. After all, they didn't know that they were on a show. Better keep it that way. But if they were on a show then wouldn't he be on it, too? Holy shit. He looked around the room, hoping to see something that would prove his sudden hypothesis.

"The name's Spike. The one who does all the cleaning around here." Spike grumbled, his anger showing as he picked up books while eating what few gems he had left in his clawed hands. Twilight just sighed and shook her head as he finished and went to the next room.

"I'm sorry about him. He's been rather testy lately. What with his recent change in hormones, that is. Dragon's develop hormones sooner than any creature in our world. It's just a suprise that he hasn't undergone the change sooner. But, we'll cross that bridge when it comes to confronting him about it. Oh, and get going." Twilight said, he face showig motherly care. Or something close to it. With that, he said goodbye and, with Pinkie Pie, he set off to the one place that truly mattered. Scootaloo's house. He retraced his steps, hoping he could find the small filly who was clouding his mind and judgement.

The sun shone in his eyes, making him bring a hand up to block the offending rays of light. Thankfully, he remembered whe Scootaloo's house was and he could see the little filly outside her door, acting like she was doing something important when, in all reality, was waiting for him. He thought so, at least. He could now see her facial features and her sexy flank as he made his way over to her. Damn... even from afar, she was, by far, the sexiest thing he had ever laid his eyes on. Sexy from afar. Now that was a title to be proud of. It was then that he realized he had left his left shoe at her house. How the hell had he missed that? Well, he was overly excited and preoccupied by his new surroundings. I mean, he had set foot insinde Twilight's house. How could it get any better. But, of course, it could. And Scootaloo was just the filly to do that. Now all he had to do was hide his manliness that was all too obvious as it protruded in his blue jeans. And there was only one way to fix it... Scootaloo.

Author's Note

Sorry I haven't updated guys! I took a small vacation to ease my writer's block. It seems to have helped so expect some more chapters in my other stories as well!
Stay awesome fellow bronies and, as always...

*Brohoof*