Touching Bass Drops

“Woah woah woah marefriend?” Questioned the girl out of shock.

I pushed off of the cold, hard ground and rubbed the back of my head with my hoof... Wait, no, hand, and sheepishly grinned. “Yeah, it’s kind of a long story, we met at one of my concerts where we had to share the same stage and it pretty much took off from there. It’s actually pretty funny; remind me to tell you sometime!”

“Yeah, but on Earth, liking people of the same sex isn't exactly… Normal by normal standards, but it’s widely accepted among many people, so that shouldn't be a problem if you ponies are accepted as equals. That being pretty likely because you’re, adorable, as people might say.” She finished off, grinning madly.

“Oh really? You think that we’re cute? Prepare to have your FAC-” I was quickly interrupted by a slap from Octavia, sending me recoiling backwards, my shades falling onto the filthy sidewalk.

She quickly spoke up. “Vinyl, calm down! She’s just kidding! It’s a compliment anyways because, well, we are cute I guess…” She trailed off jokingly.

“Hey! I was joking! You don’t have to slap me in the face! Hands hurt more than you think, ya know!” I ended with a wince, bending down to pick up my shades while saying it, a small trace of humility in my voice.

“I know, but it’s both cute and adorable to watch you arguing!” She giggled lightly, further humiliating me.

I blushed, shying away just a small amount, leaving the conversation hanging out on a limb for a bit.

“Well, that was interesting, but anyways, nice to meet you, my name is Brooke Hills, and yours is...?”

“Oh, yeah, right! My name’s Vinyl Scratch, otherwise known as DJ Pon-3, the best DJ on the entire planet! Actually, my old planet, but maybe this one as well, we may have to crush some competition and make that happen!” I responded with sudden renewal, filling in the blank.

“So anyways... back to the original subject! They need a place to crash, I was thinking my apartment, since it’s larger than yours, plus, it has a great music setup, which I’m sure Vinyl here would like since she’s a DJ and everything.” George added, getting the group back on track to their original goal.

“Speaking of music, do you think I could bring my cello over for Octavia here to practice?” Brooke questioned hopefully.

I added to this. “So, you do what Octavia does too? I don’t really think this a coincidence, Discord is weirdwith how he sends people to alternate universes.”

“Oh yeah! I don’t think that’s just a coincidence, either. Maybe we were meant to find each other or some destiny-related crap like that, which at this point, I wouldn't question if that was the case. This probably being the case after all.”

“…”

“Anyways, Vinyl, this is my girlfriend, Brooke! And now that we've met, let’s get going! Yes, you can bring the cello, Brooke, although I think she used to have hooves so she’ll have to get used to hands. How do you play the cello with hooves anyways?”

“Oh, it’s magic I think, nopony really questions it, it’s a part of life where we’re from.”

“Ok then! The apartment is actually just across the street, you two put on these hoodies, and keep your heads down, we don’t want anyone to freak out because of you being ponies. Vinyl, I’m sorry, but you have to tuck your tail up into the hoodie, just for like a minute, okay?”

“Fine…” I grumbled, slipping on the colorful hooded shirts he tossed us, tucking my tail into the back of it.

“Ok, just follow me now, and be careful, there probably shouldn’t be many people here, because everyone is at work right now, as it’s a Thursday, and most students live away from here.” Everyone followed after him into magically opened doors, sliding out of our way just as we stepped in front of them. I didn’t question it, as it is only a simple matter for unicorns to move objects such as doors with their minds.

Like he said, not many people were in the bland, white lobby, so we were able to slide by without drawing any attention to ourselves, while it was probably a little strange for someone to wear a hood inside, nobody questioned it. Once we were out of the lobby and into a strange rectangular box of mirrors called an “elevator” we were finally able to talk.

“Nice! That actually went by quite smoothly! I’m wondering how thugs and gangsters would be able to make it in the world today without hoodies…” He trailed off, the sentence earning an eye of suspicion from Brooke, which quickly rolled  her eyes, sighed, and broke into a soft laughter.

“Now, back on track! When we arrive at our floor, we just go directly to the first door to the left, I think it will have enough living space for all of us, if me and Brooke snuggled in the bed and you two shared the fold-out couch thing.” With this, I smiled at Octavia.

“Hear that Octy? We get to snuggle!” She snorts, landing a punch on my shoulder.

Ding!

“Okay, this is our floor, keep your head down and follow my lead, it isn't far.” We nod and comply with his request, flipping on our hoods and walking out of one of several elevators occupying the starch white room, one woman occupying it besides us. She eyed us suspiciously, by shrugged as her elevator dinged, announcing its arrival.

We banked left and continued walking for a few hooves, and we arrived at a sequoia-shade brown door, in which was a handle with a strange looking, golden device with a small, rectangular hole in the top. George took out a card from his pocket and inserted it inside, triggering a small green light to blink on the front of the device, letting him push down on the lever and granting them access to the apartment.

We stepped inside; closing the door behind us, and the silence was finally broken. “It’s a nice place, and I got a great deal on the price! The initial fee was pretty expensive, but I’ve saved a lot of money for an apartment of this sort, now, let us take the tour of awesomeness!!!” I  facepalmed, glancing around, admiring the room before me. I was assuming it was a living room, a wine red couch and several similarly styled chairs adjourned it surrounding a wall-mounted flat screen TV. The room was mostly cream colored, save for several posters on the wall, decorated with all aspects of colors in seemingly random patterns.

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Somewhere on the planet, Justin Beiber gets arrested for egging someone with a machine gun, as well as assault and battery using said machine gun.

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“It actually looks like a pretty tight place so far.” I shrug, it was a little bit strange from general Equestrian taste, but it seemed fitting for someone with more modern interests.

We continued the tour into the kitchen, where chrome instruments of heat-inducing death to food caught our eyes. It looked like it wasn’t just for cooking the standard baked goods and occasional vegetable dinner. I realize that there are clearly other, stranger scents wafting in the air, and I decide to question it. “What kind of stuff do you make in here?”

He furrowed his brows at this, seemingly trying to put together a tough sentence, which he was. “Erm… How do I put this really? You guys only eat vegetables, right?” I nodded, raising one of my eyebrows.  “Umm… Ok, humans, for the most part, have a very different diet from ponies and the equine species in general. Basically, we eat meat, I know it may sound strange, but it’s kinda been what we as a race have relied on for a good source of food...” He rubs the back of his neck, shooting his eyes to the left and right.

“What?!?” Octavia cringed, a frightful look on her face and wondering what life is for probably the 3rd time this week. I reassured her and patted her on the back.

“It’s Ok, Octy, just uhh…” I shot a look at him. “Do you eat… Ponies?” I cry on the inside at saying that sentence, I never thought I’d be uttering a word relating to a subject like this, eating meat in general was a foreign concept in Equestria, much less our own friggin kind.

“Fortunately, no, about 95% of the people on the planet don’t eat anything equine related on even a monthly basis, as ponies have kind of been friend to mankind ever since they were discovered. However, as you would see it, it’s kind of a depressing one, as ponies on this planet are not sentient and we pretty much used them as transport.” This clearly was an odd conversation for him, and I completely understood every single awkward shift on his feet.

I break the silence; it was already eerie enough with Octavia staring into space. “I’m not judging your species or anything, but why, exactly?”

“Guh, I don’t know, the animals were kind of just there, and we were right there with them, and, things may have happened and there were so many animals that there was no reason to stop and it took off from there okay?” He sighed. “Ok, let’s just move on with the tour for now, because frankly, this is really weird to talk about.”

We all nod our heads and follow him into the adjoining room, being a similar style to the living room, a dining room with a furnished set of red chairs and tables. Comically, a small vase of flowers and some candles decorated the top of the table.

“Daww, you shouldn’t have! The flowers and everything, it’s all so sweet! Muahahahahahah!” I grin, breaking the awkward tension, changing the subject.

“Haha very funny I have a girlfriend right have you know! Now don’t you hit on her, she’s my preciouss…!” He gave us a sarcastic Golem face, even though I didn’t understand the reference, I understood the message.

“I thought wubs were your only precious…” Brooke trailed off trollingly. “Sweetie, you’re my other precious, you really need to learn the concept of preciousses, and you’re so silly for believing that you aren’t precious to me!” He nudges Brooke in the shoulder tenderly.

“Anyways… can we please move on with the tour?” Octavia chides in to the oh so precious conversation.

“Yeah, sure, this way then!” We stroll over to a bedroom connected to the living room, the final destination in our small ‘Tour of awesomeness’. It wasn’t much, at first glance, a fair princess size bed, resting on a frame of gleaming oak wood, hugged at the top by similar night stands, with a dresser in the corner of the humble white room.

Something that really caught my eyes, however, was the strange set-up in the opposite corner from the bathroom, closet, and dresser. It was a large black screen surrounded by a plastic outlining, sitting atop a gleaming glass desk, different colored cables of all kinds ran in neat lines downwards into various doohickeys and thingamajigs, mainly a sleek black plastic box. There was also a keyboard (The piano kind) off to the side; ready to be used for what Vinyl could only guess was making the kind of music she loved!

She rubbed her hooves together. “If that’s what I think it is, then when can we get started?”