Author's Note

Now note their will a lot of what I believe to be Flirting... a couple of really long description's about what's going on... don't worry if you feel like you should skip that bit, I don't blame you

It's going to take some time before I complete any of this... Collage, Art, Story's and Procrastination all effect me... I have a few other projects, including a MLP Collab Comic

Meeting with the Librarian

My name... I won’t tell you that, but it’s where I’m from and what I do that might interest you. I’m from a place called Canterlot, a place you believe to be part of your imagination... but walking around the streets will prove you wrong, in this place there is a house, the home of the Dearly family, I’m one of the Dearly’s and thanks to a strange event I left, taking only cloths and my trusted painting supplies and lots of money, and I was left wandering and all of that wandering lead me to a place called Fillydelphia, or the concrete jungle, I bought my self a little apartment and set to work creating my own clientele that buys my art work... most of what I paint is either landscape or a portrait, in fact the most weirdest one I’ve had to do was of two people having sex, and they wouldn’t even let me join in... stuck up cows.
So after what seemed like a lifetime I had got enough of the city and tried to leave, only to secure a home in the country, a little cottage in a place called Ponyvillie, here with the gentle melding of grass and trees mixed with the gentle ascetic of a village caused something inside of my to go “Yeah, this is where I’m going to live for the rest of my life” now all I had to do was find a wonderful woman and settle down... and even that didn’t take long.
On the second day of being here I was running out of fresh paint, and had to make the trip into town, I obviously got lost a couple of times but I found the market quite quickly... being a painter you tend to have to live without some body’s company, especially if your not used to talking face to face with them... this place had a lot of people and I felt scared, but I moved through the crowed, looking at stalls and people alike, but out of all of them only two things stood out the most... someone I will spend my life with, and her assistant.

The woman I saw was dressed amazingly, tight skirt, black tights and a tight brown blouse that pushed her large breasts up, and together.. it wasn’t her body that interested me the most, it was her hair, while mine is a dull brown hers was a dark purple, with two streaks of purple running through it, both lighter than her normal colour but one even lighter than the other.

and with all of my attention on her I failed to see a cart overfilled of crates roll by me, hitting a pothole and almost killing me as one of them fell off and nearly landed on me, the driver had a go at me first but when he saw how close I was to the crate’s impact place he nearly freaked and kept asking me if I was ok, I simple nodded and helped him load his crate back onto his cart, and when I turned around the purple heard beauty and her friend had gone.

That was the first time I saw her, the second was the very next day, but I had to meet some other people first...

Stepping out of my small cottage I was walking down the street, with a more peppy walk than I’m normally used to, and due to this I nearly didn’t see the young Assistant running up and down the road looking in the grass and kicking stones about that were bigger than his leg.
after looking at him for a few minutes he finally saw me and ran right up to me.

“Hay, you haven’t seen a small red bag around here have you? Oh god she’s going to kill me if I don’t find that...” he was quite short and only came up to my waist, his Bright green hair didn’t look like it should belong on his head, and his outfit looks like he’s based it around his hair colour, a bright green top and dark purple long shorts.

“Wait, slow down, first tell me what the hell your going on about” he seemed to visually relax quite quickly and had to take several breaths in before he could speak again.
“My boss Twilight, buys these special quills, one’s which don’t break easily and she’s running out of them, yesterday we bought some more and then I lost them in that red bag that I’m trying to find” unusually he wasn’t as calm about trying to find something as I was and his unnatural ability to kick stones bigger than his foot without any heavy duty boots was scary at best, if not intimidating.

“When you say ‘Your boss’ you mean the girl I saw you with yesterday don’t you?” His head nodded quickly at this question and he moved back in front of me.

“Look I really don’t want to be rude but I need those quills now” and I didn’t want to be rude either, so I turned and started to look in places where he wasn’t or hadn’t been.

After a couple of minutes I heard him sigh from across the path and I instantly look towards where it came from only to see the Green haired boy slouch and put his head in his hands, after half a minute he raises his head again and scratches his hair briefly, only adding to the rough look that it has.

“Agh its no use, I might as well go and tell her that I couldn’t find them..” at this time I had gotten up off my knees and looked at the young boy, he generally did seem sad, but I’m sure that he was more of a nervous wreck then when we started to look for the Quills “...Thanks for trying to help, I guess I’ll see you around” when he turned and walked away, an idea popped into my head, it seamed like a good one, but it was quite expensive, I meekly waved to him and he just trudged off with a slouch, And I went off to put my devious plan into action, luckily the first thing I needed was a pile of new quills.

The only place that I really knew of that had these we’re the odd store called “Quills & Quilts” honestly I wouldn’t have called it that, but as soon as I walked through the door I realised that it’s really what it says, Quills & Quilts everywhere but the one thing that stood out from all of the others we’re the Golden-plated, special-hand-grip, peacock-feathers, limited edition.... long name isn’t it, yeah so I bought 12 of them 250 bits, most of the money that I had on me.

After I payed for them I went to try and find a seamstress, or someone close to it, luckily I found one pretty close to the market, a circular building with at least 3 floors, it was pretty big and mostly white, other than the side’s being white the only other colour was a light shade of blueish purple,but I wasn’t paying attention to the colour and nothing prepared me for what was about to happen, ok well it wasn’t that bad but other than a beautiful woman flirting with me as soon as I walked through the door.

After I walked in I saw a quite big ass, plump and round and almost falling out of her tight black dress, all along the dress we’re ripples, intended to show off more than just her curves, as she turned around it was clear that the dress not only showed off her hips, but her thin waist and large bust, undoubtedly the turtleneck piece of her dress was intentional but it did add a little more to the sexy factor, the only problem was that she relied too much on the sexual attraciveness rather than other things such as intellect, I’m not saying I doubt her intellect, but her over use of sexual themed outfits, such like the one she’s wearing now, as she turned around her dark blue hair waved slightly, and I could see the purple underneath it, she had the style of her hair twirl around in circles, all he way down her back until her shoulderblades where they slowly taped until the hair actually stopped at her lower back.

”Welcome to the Carousel Boutique, My name is Rarity and I’m the owner of this fine establishment, How may I help you?” she did try to add the sexy factor, but she was obviously not cut out for this simple life... or maybe she’s trying to be more, like a little girl spoilt enough so she thinks she can be a princess.
Anyway back to the real time.

“Hello, I was wondering how much it would cost to make me a bag...” she obviously was shocked at what I said and I knew what was coming next.

“Sweetie I’m really not the right person for your request, you might want to go to someone who doesn’t do dress’s and suit’s” she lent over a bit and cocked her hips, but she didn’t falter,

“The only reason I’m here is that someone told me that you’re the best at making things with fabrics, such as satin and silk” I moved around her and she just lent against the desk that was now behind her ass, she streached her legs out and pressed her breasts together when she put her arms behind her back “But this is what makes you perfect for what I had in mind, because I need this to be perfect”

Some how this had caught her attention and she stiffened momentarily before she quickly relaxed and started pacing, before she spoke again.

“Whom is it for? What is it?” she walked closer and at this time I had intentionally looked at her face, she was quite beautiful, blue and sparkling, after I saw them I felt her hand on my chest, pressing against me slightly, my first instinct was to let her push me back, but then I remembered what happened last time someone did that to me, and so I held my ground she must have been surprised that I did this ‘cause she shivered slightly, this must have been caused by some form of feelings, maybe she hasn’t been getting much action.... no! I can't’t think about that now.

“The Librarian, I think you know who she is” she nodded but that doesn’t mean she moved her hand away from me, not entirely anyway, it did however move so that only her last two fingers were touching my chest “I want you to make her a present, a bag to hold something that I bought for her” at his point, she was looking away from me and with a quick sorting out of her hair and cute cough she was looking pretty upset, like someone whose just been caught with their hand in the golden cookie jar.

“Would you mind if I ask why you’re doing this for her?”

“I feel like I can get to know her, and I want the chance to jump at it before someone else does, does that offend you?” she stepped away from me, and moved back towards the desk, but this time she stood facing it, pulling her rear in, but she wasn’t trying as hard to be flirty, but her only anwser is.

“No, but I hope you’ll make her happy, I’ll do this for you, free of charge visit me tomorrow and I can get it to you, and please be nice to her, she’s very fragile” I simply nodded and turned around to turn out of the store and left, Simple right? yep simple.

Time to go see the Librarian, walking down through the streets everyone was busy working, walking to their respectable place of business or they’re on their way to go shopping.

After walking through the crowded streets, I finally came to a building that looked more like a Tree then an actual building, the brown oak Wood was split in places where parts of a building came out, at the top was a small dome, indicating some form of observatory like one to look out amidst the stars, the leaves around the splits were a fresh green, As I got closer to the door a small gust of wind rushed past me and only ruffled my hair up a bit, but it also lifted up the sign that was hung over the door at the front of the house/Tree, this was thee Library, for some reason I chuckled thinking about the irony, we cut down trees to make books and they end up in another tree so we can gawk at them, funny no?

Anyway so I went and knocked on the door, behind it their was a clatter of things, I could only assume were something falling onto the ground, the shear size of what might happen next could be seen on my face if anyone was looking at me, the anticipation was their in my heart and I could feel myself shaking in my shoes, I would have said boots but I didn’t think it would have been applicable seeing as I don’t own boots, either way I was unsure of what to expect after the door opened, but when it did I didn’t see who I thought I would, it was actually a pile of books way over my head and the person carrying them was the Assistant Spike, he actually seemed to have them balanced and didn’t seem to have any trouble with them, and he didn’t notice me either so I just followed behind him his walking wasn’t slowed by all of the books he was carrying, as he walked away he finally spoke.

“Hello and welcome to your very own local library, where knowledge of the ages can be yours to know, my name is Spike and I’m the main assistant here if you have any problems or queries let me know” the speech sounded like he had said it plenty of times before this day, unfortunately he wasn’t looking at me so I had an easy time to follow him into the house, the wall opposite the door was covered in books, and seemingly had a few tables placed out in front of it, to the right was a roaring fireplace, lighting the room with a surprisingly ominous chill, around that were more books, which didn’t surprise me really, over on my right was a small out crop of another bookcase, but behind that was another door, My guess was that this lead towards either the upstairs or somewhere else in the house, Spike was almost at the other side of the wall putting books onto said wall, his small height was quite amusing as he tried to reach the shelves taller than him I took it upon myself to make sure that he knew I was their I cleared my throat, loud enough for the small boy o hear, but apparently too loud, as he somehow managed to fall over, sending books all over the place and causing Spike to fall over, most of the books landed either at his feet or close to him, quite comically a book landed on his head and when he turned to look at me, a small smile happened to appear on his face, he started to laugh, he pulled the book of his head and stood up, still laughing, once he was on his feet he started picking up the books.
“Hey, Sorry I didn’t know it was you, Would you like something to drink?”

I shook my head and walked in further, when I got close to the far wall I placed my bag on the table, right next to a small notebook, at a quick glance I see that it appears to be a checklist, the list went something like this:

*Life to-do list*
1:Pass final exams (Check)
2: Make friends (Check)
3:Get boyfriend ???

Somehow the last one was a surprise, and their was a lot of page left, but I over looked it I took a seat on one of the brown leather seats, it was warm, reminding me of the one I had at my cottage, Spike had finally picked up the books, he turned to me.

“Can I help you find anything?” I really wanted to say *his boss* but for some reason I said.

“Actually I wanted to see if you had anything on the history of this place, or anything on mythical creatures?” his eyebrows raised quickly, but he just smiled and went to one of the many bookcase’s scattered around the house and looked on a few of the shelves, after a couple of seconds he pulled out a brown covered book as he walked over to me he started talking again.

“Well this should help with the mythical creatures part, and we haven’t had any books on Ponyville history yet, ha, you’d think a library would have a book on the place its been built in, but I know someone who knows a lot more about it than me, I could talk to her about it if you wanted me to?” I was thankful for the help but now that I had this book I felt like I should read it, so I laid back put the book on my lap and opened the first page.

Inside the book was a lot of useful, and mostly profound information about all sorts of Mythical Creatures, Hydras, Minotaurs and other things, there's also a page about Cock-tracie’s, that sounds more like some other mythical creature than what the picture descirbed it to be, it had somehow gotten from half 11 in the morning to quarter past 4 in the afternoon, so doing a little overexagrated stretch, which caused some of the bones in my back to pop, making me feel a lot better and energetic, I placed the book in my bag and I was just about to head out of the house when Spike showed up out of nowhere, looking as if he’s had a long day, he looked tired I walked over to him and asked if I could sign the book out, and he walked me over to the desk close to the door, where their was a small letcher, I had to sign my name and where I lived, I almost forgot where I lived so I asked Spike what the cottage on the northern hill was called, and I then wrote that down I was about to put the book in my bag, (Which I had forgotten to put on at this time, so it was still at the desk at this point) when a door off to the right, seeing as I was facing the entrance, and both me and Spike looked at the same time to see The Librarian walk out, she had her hair in the same place, and at this distance I could truly admire her features, remarkably shining purple eyes, a soft curved face and full lips, painted with a shallow pink, not over enhancing her lip colour but enhancing her lips themselves , it was like seeing no one in your entire life, and then seeing the first person ever and then finding out that their so beautiful that you could die happy, its just like that, except this is reality and only the die happy part is relevant, anyway her outfit consisted of black tights that gripped her legs seductively and a pair of black heals, her skirt came up to her mid thighs, and had a slit going up her left leg, giving me a good view of the lacy black lingerie that she wore underneath, she wore a tight white shirt with the top two buttons undone so her large breasts could be seen no matter where you looked at her body, her brown wool V-neck sweater did nothing to hide her body, if anything it only increased the amount that could be seen and then pulled it all together, her slim waist was swinging as she walked, bouncing her butt with every step, to finish the entire look she had a pair of dark purple horned glasses on, when she spoke she sounded so calm, like a proper librarian.

“Spike, I broke my last quill, so I’m going into town to get some more, can you clean up this mess while I’m gone?” She moved her hair up into a bun while she said this and as her hands tied up her hair her chest bounced, as memorised as I was I couldn’t help but try to cut in and at the time I was unsuccessful, Spike nodded and he was starting to pick up anything that was on the floor, at this time the Librarian was at the door pulling her coat off of the rack next to the door, so I walked up to her and started very shakily.

“Hi... um.. you don’t have to go and get more quills, I’ve actually got a present for you...” I looked around for my bag, once I had found it I took another glance at the notebook, and the last note seamed to stick out in my mind I opened my bag and saw the pack of quills, still were I left them, as I reached for them I felt the Librarian walk up beside me, I saw her hand reach for her notebook and she swiped it away quickly as she turned to me I pulled out my hand along with the quills, metal plated, embellished with a golden tint and topped with a peacock feather, Her face seemed to light up with the sight of the quills, as her hands shakily moved to grab them, I to moved my hands to give them to her, once they were in her hands I did that thing in the movies where you move the other persons finger over the item, and she was just still, staring at them, smiling slightly if not smirking “... I feel sad for not finding your quills yesterday, and I thought I’d make it up to you by getting these ones, I hope you like them”

Her hands didn’t move, they didn’t even shake and for some reason tears were forming in her eyes, some were even starting to fall down her face, and her entire body seemed to stay still, Spike walked up to her and took her arm, leading her into the seat I was just in, once she was sat down, Spike motioned for me to follow him and I did, we were nearly by the door once again when he stopped me, he was looking at the woman in the corner, who in turn was still looking at her quills, I couldn’t see her eyes but I was sure that she was still crying.

“So why did you get her them? We’ve never seen you before” Spike was looking right at me but it was like he didn’t see me, my first reaction was to shrug but as soon as he mentioned them not knowing me I took it a little too close to home.

“I don’t really know, she’s one of those people who must be seen to be believed, and... well she’s down right beautiful, if you didn’t know her and had seen her for the first time you’d fall in love with her” He had to admit I was right but that didn’t stop him from asking me more questions.

“But why the quills? I know we didn’t find them yesterday, but you didn’t need to buy them, they have to be expensive?” once again I shrugged.

“They didn’t even make a dint in my account, I can’t help but think that, if given the chance I think I can really make a difference in her life...” I lent in close to him so that my voice was close to a whisper “... she has a book on the desk, one of her goals was *Get a boyfriend* I think she might be ready for this, even if its with a stranger, I knew someone who met their lover online and their happily married now”

During all of of this neither of us notice the Librairian walk silently up to us, the quills were clutched close to her chest, and her eyes were slightly puffy, as she grabbed my forearm, she looked down and when I looked at her I let her squeeze my arm slightly. when I touched her hand she looked right at me, I was quite happy to see a smile on her face but she stopped looking at me she turned to Spike.

“Kmm, Spike can you give us a couple of minutes, alone please?” the fact that she sent Spike away was either a good or a bad sign, but as Spike walked off she seemed to dull down some “... I’m sorry I had to send Spike away, I wanted you to... *that’s a bad way to start* I’m Twilight, I’m the local Librarian, it’s a pleasure to meet you Mr..?”

“Soran, Soran Dearly...” Okay I wanted you guys to go longer than the first chapter to know my name, but that's how it happened so I guess you know who I am now, anyway I held out my hand to Twilight, who took it eagerly, after we shook for a few seconds I pulled my hand away and found Twilight struggling to do the same “... I haven’t long moved here so I don’t know my way around much” she seamed to be getting a bit dreamy so I couldn’t help but wait for her to be ready.

“So, have we ever met before?”

“Not before today, saw you yesterday but that was it, before I moved here I lived in Fillydelphia, and before that I lived in Canterlot” at this point Twilight stepped closer to me, even thought their was only a step between us now.

“I used to live in Canterlot but I was placed on an assignment and here I am, but I found it nice here, I don’t know why, but I feel like I know you”

“That will be my name, Dearly is a very rich name, I’ve been thinking of changing it to something else, It’s my family name and my family deals in beauty products, you might use some of the products that they make” my choice of words caused Twilight to look at me with some concern.

“What do you mean by *they?* have you been disowned?”

“No nothing like that, I don’t like my family, I didn’t want to carry on their business so I distanced myself from them, at first I thought it was the right move but I ended up missing them, I don’t understand it but now that I’ve moved closer to home I feel... at peace, it’s difficult to explain”

“I think I can understand, come let’s sit down” She actually grabbed my hand and led me to the roaring fire, the seats were really warm, but all of my body felt cold except my hand, Twilight's skin was really warm, wen we sat down, she had to sort her skirt out when she faced me, as it had hiked up her legs, giving me more and more reasons to love her body “So, what is it that make you’re parents and you so different?” she grabbed my knee and gave a small squeeze.

“It must be because I don’t want to follow in my parents footsteps, or my fathers at least, he started the business, I was spoilws with anything I wanted, but I felt like something was missing the older I got and the more I branched out in my studies, I discovered that I enjoyed painting, it calmed me down and made me witness the world in a different light, I uncovered a different view to the world and I wanted to make my living off of painting, my father disapproved, so we fell apart and as the year go closer to its end I felt drawn to explore...” At this point my hand found hers and I grasped it caring, she wrapped her fingers around my hand, her touch was quite soft and I enjoyed her fingers touching me as odd as it sounded “... it was, an experience, I was too young to be out in the world, thinking I knew what was best I placed an advert in the local papers, soon enough I had a small amount of people visiting me frequently for pictures, I was also offered a spot in the museum but I never accepted it, I always thought that I had a good life, but I didn’t know how much money I would have made, but I was happy with what I had... but everyone knows you must move on sometime or another, and so I left, luckily I found some really nice people who were moving out of their cottage, and here I am, talking to you”

“You didn’t tell me everything, but I’d really like to see you again, You mentioned that your a painter, can you paint something for me? or... paint me?” this was going very well, I talked to her and she asked me to paint a picture of her.

“Yeah... well, It depends on what style that you want, I can do almost anything from portraits to landscapes, pictures based on real life or something from a book, and then we have to find the style of painting that you want; simple or complete detail”

“A portrait, with complete detail I want everything to be seen, except the background I want that to be blurry.. .I, your a nice guy, I hope we can.. talk again soon”

“You haven’t told me anything about yourself, What did you study?, what sort of things do you want out of life?” she stepped away and placed one of her hands on her chest, her eyes went quite wide and she looked as shocked as she shook her head frantically.

“Oh, I really didn’t mean to be rude, you must think I’m stupid...” I shook my own head and approached her more closely and she didn’t flinch, but she looked cutely to the side and ruffled her hair a bit, “... Um.. well when I was a small girl I was accepted into a high standard school from a lower class family, oddly enough going to this school was the best years of my life, It meant I could see my older brother, my old babysitter and make tonnes of new friends, my most hated moment was when it was the day before a big assignment and I haven’t finished said assignment, so I’d stay up all night and get it done before the time I went into class, That's round about it really” My eyebrow shot up and I wasn’t sure if my mouth was open, but it wasn’t as shocking as I thought it would be.

“What no boyfriends? or girlfriends? No big massive life changing events?” she shook her head and did the side looking thing again.

“Well I guess their were a few boyfriends, but I never really enjoyed being with them, they always seemed to be extremely kind to me and ending up using me, not sexually but just so they could get to the Princess..”

“Wait the Princess? How did you know the Princess?”

“Oh, um... she tutored me, she was the one who sent me here to begin with” some strands of her hair were coming loose from her almost perfect hair do “But I’ve grown to love the people I’ve met and this community relies on me for all sorts of things, talking to the Princess on their behalf, helping out with all sorts of predicaments involving the need for an Intellectual mind, and most important of all maintaining the Library, I’m really the only Librarian here, I wise I could have more help around here but it’s a dying appetite, well it’s not truly dead, you were here for ages reading that book” I had almost forgotten about the book in my bag, I was too enthralled by what she was saying, but she keep going on anyway “ I came down about 2 hours ago and I saw you reading, I thought in my head *oh, oh he’s handsome* and for some reason I couldn’t come over and say hello and my body just sort of froze and after like a minute or so I came running back upstairs to... I would say Cool down, but I don’t want you to get the wrong idea, I think you’re sexy but I wasn’t... Masturbating or anything!” I could see her mind processing what she had just said and when she got up to the part where she said *Sexy* her mouth dropped and two hands clasped over it after that she just paced away from me, she paced quite fast and she didn’t really have any where to go so I tried to help her calm down, so how I did that was by walking up to her and holding out my hands, after a few seconds she took both of my hands in her own and not long after they were trailing up my arms, stopping almost at my biceps, but her hands wrapped around them, not clenching but softly clinging, I don’t know what came over me, but as I stared into her amethyst eyes, I went closer towards her and as she looked at my face hers began to slant, I wasn’t sure if she was thinking the same thing I was but I tilted my head left, and moved it closer to her right cheek, her eyes widened and I left her with a blank look as I left a small kiss on her cheek, when I pulled away she looked oddly at me, like she was trying to figure out her own feelings, she looked like she was about to move closer but her pursuit was interrupted by a loud crash coming from the left of ourselves. both of us took an even amount of steps away from each other and a door opened at our left, somehow Spike, leaving from the right, circled around the building and entered from the left, all this time I’ve been talking to Twilight I haven’t noticed my surroundings, normally I’m fully aware about this but I was distracted.

Twilight, being the unknowable sexy woman that she is, didn't’t realise how close she was to me, her and was clenched onto my wrist and her grip was quite strong and I could feel some kind of numbness, or maybe it was excitement I’m not sure.

“Spike? What happened?” she looked at her assistant and I looked away to stop any awkwardness.

“I don’t know, I was in the kitchen when Owl-o-wishes flew in and started destroying everything, I don’t know whats wrong with her, but she’s destroying the pottery” after he mentioned this a loud, whoot and some more crashes sounded off and all of us jumped, Spike ran back in their to see what was broken and Twilight tried to follow him, but she was still held onto my hand, when she figured this out she looked at me briefly, but reluctantly let go, giving my hand an unneeded coldness.

With my bag over my shoulder I walked out of the door, all ready wising that tomorrow would come.

I felt like I was walking in any direction, but after a quick turn I found myself in a place I thought I wouldn’t be until tomorrow, just outside the Carousel Boutique...