Chapter 1

Kuriosity

Written by: Deverer

Edited/Preread by: Shinzakura, BlueBastard, and Cody Fett

Chapter 1:

Karl O'Donnell sat smiling in the small broadcasting room along with another man, a woman, and a unicorn stallion. The present crowd was currently calming down from laughter, each of them reaching for a glass of water in front of them. Behind him, a bright 'On Air' sign was shining bright over the semi circle desk that was being surrounded by boom microphones.

Karl leaned closer to his own microphone as the rest of the group all went silent. “So yeah, last night I went to go see Toy Story 7. Now, for those of you who are still blossoming, Toy Story is a movie franchise that was beloved by many during its initial run. This one though, like the last three... well, just imagine a pegasus losing their wings mid flight- BOOM!”

“Stunk, huh?” the other man in the room asked. He was wearing glasses, a green shirt, along with a white undershirt and tan pants.

“Kind of good analogy here is pulling out your old toys from the attic, but then you remember why you locked them away in the first place- you don't want anyone to suffer in their presence!”

“Most folks though put their toys away for storage and nostalgia.”

“Really? That seems to be the case for these movies- just pull them out of their rear ends for the nostalgia, ha!” The man talking slammed his hand on the desk in front of him, the sound muffled slightly by his black, fingerless gloves.

“Okay, so we got about a few more minutes left, any other comments you have for us?” the stallion asked. He was coated dark yellow, with a salmon red mane.

“Actually, yeah. Went to a Equestrian-themed theater last week. Place looked alright at first, it was about some reenactment of the origins of Equestria's Hearth's Warming Eve holiday.”

“And your thoughts on that?” the woman asked, a smile on her face. She herself wore a blue shirt with black pants.

“I wish I had gotten indigestion instead.”

“Really? That bad? And why indigestion specifically?”

“Indigestion gets better later at least, hiyo!” He clapped his hands as the other began laughing, the other man chuckling slightly.

As the laughter died down, the woman spoke up again. “Wait, that line sounds familiar... something about puppets...” she began to snap her fingers, trying to process her thoughts.

“Ah, that would be my inspiration, or inspirations: Statler and Waldorf.”

“Yeah! My grandfather introduced me to that show!”

“The funny thing, even though they were puppets, they were a helluva lot more real than the actors on stage! Another thing too, I couldn't even use my phone inside the building!”

“Dang, must not have had a big budget for building that place,” the stallion piped in.

“Actually, don't think it was an accident. I think they made sure you couldn't get a signal so you wouldn't call the police!” Karl snapped his fingers and leaned back in his chair. “And with that, unless you guys have anything else to say, my time is just about up for this week.” He glanced over to the others, each of them straightening and calming themselves down.

The stallion placed his glass down, and lifted a napkin with his telekinesis. “No, Karl, I believe I've run of steam myself for this segment. Susan, William, you guys?” he asked.

“I'm fine, Wavelength,” answered Susan.

“Same her- oh, wait- we got a caller actually!” William proclaimed. Each one of them leaned in as William pressed a flashing button on the call in front of him. “Hello, caller, you're currently on air for WVLX radio- the first show and by extension station to be brought to you by humans and Alter-Earth species!”

“Hello? Testing... hello?” a feminine voice rang through.

“We hear you loud and clear, dear,” Susan replied.

“Uh... yeah, hello. Sorry, still getting used to telephones, I'm calling from my FiMPro house in Washington currently.”

“Oooh, a fellow pony!” Wavelength chirped in.

“Yeah... anyway, I was wondering if I could ask a question to Mr. O'Donnell?” Karl smiled a little more, leaning his elbows on the table in readiness.

“Ask away, I have enough time for some questions,” he replied.

“Okay, may I ask: who do you think you are?” Karl's smiled immediately dropped, the resulting pout enough to put the others in a state of unnerve.

“Pardon?” Karl deadpanned back, staring directly at the control console where the guest's voice was coming out of.

“Who do you think you are coming on radio each week and making fun of the hard work that many people do to make movies and plays? Not only that, you have the nerve to denounce the origins of one of Equestria's most important holidays that Blessed Cadenza herself revels in? What right do you have as a being to demean the image of everything for the sake of cheap jokes?” Wavelength shook his head, a forehoof rubbing against his other one.

Susan looked to William, slicing her hand across her throat to signal him to cut the call. William himself nodded and reached forward to the console.

“Hold on,” Karl half whispered, while leaning away from the microphone as to not broadcast it. The rest of the group felt the temperature in the room drop as he pulled the microphone closer to his scowling face. “May I first ask who you are?”

“My name is Sugar Song and-”

“Alright then, Ms. or Mrs. Song,” Karl interrupted. “I'll have you know that I dang well know that I am Karl O'Donnell. I'm twenty four years old, six foot four, black hair, hazel eyes, and my job is working part time on this segment of the WVLX broadcast. I also work outside this time on the station's website which I will reference in a bit, otherwise I have another job as your typical desk worker.

“I think that if I were to look up 'oblivious' in the dictionary, a picture or reference of you would be there. For you are oblivious to the fact that I come on here to attempt to make people laugh by pseudo-heckling current media put out in both worlds. People like a good laugh, and if I'm not mistaken, laughter is very important thing on Alter-Earth. Is it not?

“By the sound of your question, you seem to have heard me quite a bit; so it also seems like you're oblivious to the fact that I have my own region on the station's website dedicated to serious reviews on what I can get my hands on. You're also oblivious to this: you do not use a guest privilege on a show to harass the ones working on the show- especially me. Doesn't seem all that harmonious of you to attack me like that.

“Speaking of 'harmonious,' didn’t the first visitor from you world marry quite a while ago? To a human nonetheless? Daisy or something? Wish I could remember who they were off the top of my head, but I hope they are happy; and the rest of this joint species station wish them the best! Anyway, I hope that answers your 'question,' and I hope you have a good life, Sugar Song.” Karl slammed his fist down on the desk, William immediately cutting the call afterword, a hand on his forehead.

Wavelength leaned into his microphone. “That concludes this portion of our broadcast, we'll be back for 'Music of the Day' after a few words from our sponsors.” He pushed the microphone away, the “On Air” sign dimming, and a groan being released from Karl.

“You could get in trouble for that y'know, right?” William spoke up. “We get our fair share of jerks abusing calls just like any other station, but you really seem to snap. The higher ups may not like one of their spokesman attacking guests.”

“After she jerked my chain?” Karl started, his eyes snapping to William. “Makes me wish 'ass' wasn't put on the profanity filter. Did you hear how high and mighty she-”

“We heard, Karl,” Susan intervened, a hand held up. “This is why we usually just cut calls off, instead of striking back.”

William spoke up again, adjusting his glasses. “The only reason I didn't cut it sooner was so that you could let out all of your anger. If I did, you probably would have directed at me; which is a big no-no for this station.”

“Yes, sir, aye aye sir,” Karl replied in monotone. “Still though, something's wrong with both worlds when people like this commonly rear their heads in like that.” He tilted is head back, fingers being rubbed against both of his temples. “I mean, there was definitely gonna be some conflicts with ponies and humans alone; but just to see these still popping up after ten years...”

“I'm just as surprised as you too,” Wavelength spoke up. “I remember being there in Canterlot during the War of the Elements. I was one of the ones who supported Sandalwoo- er I mean… Daisy Jo’s... desires.” He placed a forehoof on his chest, sighing slightly. “Seeing all that... dismissiveness... it made me and still makes me ask.” He leaned backward, sighing and looking away from the group. “What ever happened to tolerance?” He looked away, and gave a sigh, his ears dropping. “Reminds of the hate Dusty got… when he was… with us.”

Karl’s scowl lessened. “Yeah… I’m really sorry ‘bout that, man.”

“Don’t worry… little bro’s happy now.” He forced potential tears down, and a smile up. “Just try and get by. Despite, again, wondering what happened to tolerance.”

“What happened indeed,” Karl agreed, standing up from his chair. “No offense, Wave, but ponies really don't like to take criticism.”

“None taken,” he replied back, shaking his head.

“I mean, you say one thing that even sounds like an infringement on the 'sacred image' of pony history, and they flip their shit.”

“Just like you flipped yours, again,” William spoke up. “Look, Karl, you're caught up on your quota and then some for current movies and plays. I think maybe it would be best if you were take next week off,” William suggested. “Maybe it can help you focus on your other job, and also clear your head. I know you like doing this, but I think you should go dark for a little bit to not stir more controversy.”

“Fine, fine,” he surrendered. “I'll... see you guys whenever.” He got up from his seat, and began to walk out of the booth.

“If it makes you feel any better, the movement to have review copies of movies sent to you has been approved; it should be processed in a few weeks time.”

“Oh really? Nice, I get some real food instead of that theater crap. It’s the freaking twenty thirties, and there’s still no regulations on this shit?”

“Hospitals got priority, as well as the airlines.”

He gave a shrug. “Meh.” He then continued out of the room.

“Hey, you leaving in just that?” Susan called.

“No, I got my boots and jacket with me.” He slung a backpack onto his shoulders. “Just gotta stop and slip them on,” Karl called back.

“Alright, be careful!” Wavelength called as well.

“You too!” Karl closed the door, and began to make his way to the outside world.

As Karl stepped outside the building, he immediately zipped his jacket up as he felt rain fall down upon him. Walking directly across the parking lot, he reached for his keys and stepped up to his ride home.

Unlocking one of two outer boxes, he pulled out a black full face motorcycle helmet. Despite his attire, Karl never considered himself an athlete. At best, he could be considered slender, but he was by no means a rough and tough biker gang member. At the same time, despite this part time job- he wasn't a full on critic. This was a job he did more for fun rather than to pay the bills.

Aside from this radio station job, he had never thought of anything more ambitious. The most spontaneous life choice he had made so far in life on his own would be the motorcycle as his main transportation. Even then, on nights like this, it reminded him of what his colleagues had pointed out about him and decisions. Though, he was glad he kept his old car on standby in his garage.

“Maybe I could look into actually being the one to beta test the games.” He pulled a towel out of the box, wiping off the seat before sitting himself down. “Aw, who am I kidding? I'd have better luck if I were a gryphon shooting straight for designing the dang things. I should count myself lucky I'm stable... that is what mini-pessimist me wanted at the least. Now he's me, and his wishes were fulfilled.”

He grasped his sleeve, pressing a small button embedded in it. His jacket then lit up with green neon stripes going down his front and back over his shoulders. After adjusting each leg of his pants, he started up the bike, and then began his journey home.

Between the time he had left the station and gotten onto the service road, the light drizzle had evolved into a full on downpour. Luckily for him, he was able to legally use his high beams as it seemed everyone else was taking to the highway. It was most likely due to this convenience, that he was able to spot someone walking, or trudging, down the road.

Time slowed down for Karl as he contemplated what he was seeing. This was obviously not normal, and it reminded him once again of vocal discomfort in the world. Being attacked over radio was one thing, but also being apparently forced to walk home or wherever in weather like this?

Karl switched his high beams off, his decision made. “Well, time for my good deed for the day, as ridiculous as this is going to make me look. At least it's in good intentions, unlike that whiner today,” he said to himself out loud. Slowing down his bike, he gradually inched closer to the hunched over figure, who seemed to all but accept the downpour of rain. Karl looked behind him, seeing no other traffic behind him, and decided to pull up next to the figure.

As the noise from his bike died down, he made sure to keep a good distance away as he gently tapped the horn. The figure regardless still jumped in fright, and spun to face him. He slowed down to a complete stop, lifting his visor to better calm down the situation. He couldn't make out anything of the figure, he or she was bundled up in what looked like something you would scrap together for the unexpected weather.

“Excuse me... er... this is going to sound very weird but... do you want a lift out of the rain?” Karl called out over the downpour. He took a quick glance behind him again, still seeing no incoming traffic.

“Wait, did I hear that right?” the figure called, in a female's voice. “You're offering me, a complete stranger, a ride out of this rain?” Karl inwardly groaned.

“This sounded waaaaay better in my head. Well, almost everything does.” He cleared his throat, also sticking his hand out slightly as if he were about to shake hands. “This highway goes on for quite a while! You're gonna probably catch pneumonia well before you get halfway back to civilization!” The figure visibly looked between his hand and his face, causing Karl's heart to beat fast in waiting for what she would do next.

“I... I would very much appreciate that!” she called out. “But, you can just pull over? I really don't want to get on in the middle of a lane!” She backed up away from the road, Karl nodding slightly in agreement and understanding.

“Alright, I'll pull up over there!” He pointed forward, signaling where. As he accelerated forward slightly, he let out another groan. “Knowing my luck, she'll jump or shank me because she's actually a criminal on the run, maybe.” As he pulled onto the shoulder, he activated the hazard lights and stepped off the bike. As he turned to face his potential hitchhiker, he looked over her silhouette. “Dang, she's tall,” he commented.

“I've heard that this was a relatively friendly area, but I never thought I would see this kind of generosity and kindness,” the figure said aloud, her voice more stable.

“You can find saints out there- it's just the jerks are more vocal,” he replied, as he reached down to open one the storage compartments. “So why are you out in this weather like this?”

“My rental car broke down. I was driving along just fine, when suddenly the steering gave out! I ended up going through some random bushes and ran into the cliff of the treeline. I'm... fine...” she trailed off, her voice being engulfed by the noise of the rain.

“A crash?” He stopped what he was doing, looking over and edging toward her. “Holy hell, you okay? Do you need to see a doctor?” he asked.

“I said I’m fine!” she barked back, causing Karl to recoil. Soon after though, she began to clutch at her chest. “Okay… maybe not…”

“Yeah, I thought so.” He walked back up to her slightly. “I’m calling an ambulance, right this second- unless you want to do so?”

“My phone is dead, I didn’t have a car charger for it; otherwise, I would have called them up.”

“Duly noted- I don’t think it would be a good idea to drive you on this thing. Wait right here,” he ordered. Turning back to his bike, he fished out his phone and began the process of getting her medical attention. Meanwhile, he couldn’t help looking her over as a whole.

She seemed to be another victim of unfortunate circumstances, yet that inside nature of hers was really being undermined by her current outside appearance. Shutting off his phone, ambulance on the way, he walked around the other side of the motorcycle. Unlocking that container, he pulled an umbrella out, presenting it forward. “Here, you want this?”

“Oh, thank you!” she called. What happened next nearly caused Karl to jump as her makeshift wrapping began to glow cerulean, and shortly after the umbrella he was holding did as well. His mouth, thankfully covered by his helmet, was hung open in shock. “Holy crapola... that's one big mare. I've never looked even stallions around here eye to eye. Wavelength himself says he's at the average and he barely reaches my neck.” As the umbrella floated over to her, Karl immediately did a double take on the current situation. How did he not notice she was a pony? “Blame it on the rain and darkness,” he thought.

As the soaked linens floated out of the way, what looked like the colors of goldenrod and dark azure were the first two colors revealed, the light from bike not enough to fully confirm. She looked him in the eyes once they were reveal. He stared into her own cyan colored eyes as she held a face of confliction.

“Is something the matter?” she deadpanned, causing his eyes to snap back to attention.

“No! Well... actually, yeah! I mean... ergh!” he lightly punched his helmet, trying to get a coherent thought out. “I didn’t expect telekinesis!”

“Oh, is that what's on your mind? My bad,” she replied back. Karl sighed in relief, there was no need to tick off another pony. “By the way: no, I couldn’t have used magic to charge it. It takes a lot of talent to make magic electricity the same as science electricity; talent I ain’t got.”

He shot his hands up in fake surrender. “Okay, that did pop into my head,” he admitted. He dropped his arms back down. “My name's Karl. What's yours, and where were you going?” He looked back to his bike, wondering if even that would be prepared for a non-human passenger if he had took her. He had managed his cousins and even parents on occasion, but never a pony- let alone by far the tallest and/or biggest one he's met in person.

“Name's Carry On, and I live just slightly north of the expressway near Medford.” She shifted herself, bringing some of the cowl back over her. “You know where that is?”

“Yeah, I actually live just south of the expressway.”

“Gotcha. You wanna take a seat maybe?” He patted his hand on the seat of the bike to emphasize.

“I’m fine, I can live for a few minutes.” Karl nodded back, and took a seat himself. Soon after, the siren of the ambulance was heard in the distance, and the flashing lights of it following. Carry was then taken in, and then he followed it toward the hospital.

Karl sat waiting indoors, wondering what was going on with Carry. After they arrived, he had to find his own way inside aside from the drop off area. He was able to find out her general area, and hoped to catch her leaving.

Said hope was answered as he heard the somewhat muffled clops of hoofsteps walk toward him. He turned and found her walking directly to him, a small smile on her face.

“Hey, again,” he greeted. “How was it?”

“A freaking busted rib,” she answered. “Thank god for modern medicine, just a few hours off my time.”

“Ouch, the worst I’ve gotten thus far would be a fractured wrist.” He stood back up, and took his first full on glance at her.

He was right in the colors he saw before- a goldenrod mane and a dark azure coat. He still couldn’t shake the intimidation she passively brought by staring basically eye to eye with her.

“Apparently, a taxi has been called for me already, so I’ll be home soon.” She gave a small huff. “My car has also been towed already, so I’ll need another to head to the towing company, and then the dealership- that’ll be fun. But... I guess this is where I say ‘thanks’ and we move on with our lives?”

“Not quite.” He shook his head. “I’m seeing this to the end. Call it… what’s that term? White knight… something. No… um…” He began to snap his fingers. “Umumumumum…”

“You just want to make sure nothing else happens to me? Don’t want Marephrey’s law to happen?”

“Uh… oh! That would be Bella’s law! Yeah, that,” he agreed. She gave a small chuckle.

“Don’t think you have to, but I really appreciate it. I just don't know how to repay you.”

Karl gave a wave of his hand. “Eh, don't worry about it.” Carry's eyes widened in surprise.

“Really? Not even a drink or something?” she asked.

“Nah. Maybe... I dunno, maybe I could visit you sometime and we could hang out or something?” He shrugged his shoulders, not sure how to answer.

“That sounds great actually. I'm usually home, just give a knock in the evening or weekends.”

“Right-o. Now, when’s your taxi coming?” he asked.

“Should be here any second now, just outside the nearest exit.”

“I’ll bring my bike around then. You can hang onto that umbrella for a little while longer.” He turned and started to walk out, plan set.

As he departed his ride, he took note that Carry’s house seemed to be more of a tiny apartment. There was only a small shed, and two visible windows that he could see.

He put that aside, and watched as Carry made her way in from departing the taxi.
As he stepped up the stoop, he found Carry just inside; her jacket and rags off, as well umbrella discarded. She was vigorously wiping a towel across her head with her fore-hooves.

As she turned back, she gave him a shrug. Karl unbuckled his helmet and slipped it off, his head being assaulted by the night air. Carry grasped the umbrella with her magic, floating it upward as she walked to the door.

“Thank you so much again,” she said to him. “Now that I think about it- it could have been really bad for me if I didn't get your help.” She smiled slightly, as she handed back his umbrella.

“Pleasure's all mine,” he answered back, taking it from her. “What were you doing anyway? Why didn't you have an umbrella or something more than a jacket and rags with you?” he asked.

“I was heading home from work- I actually forgot about the weather report so I didn't prepare properly in case something like this happened. All I had were these rags for padding the floor, but I never used them.” She looked away, an embarrassed smile on her face. “That car I've been continually renting.”

“Gotcha.” He turned and looked back outside. “Well, it's getting really late, and the rain looks like it's picking up.”

“No kidding,” she commented.

“You're all set now?” he asked, turning back to face her.

“Y-yeah, I'll see what I gotta do. I should be fine.” She backed up, queueing herself up to close the door. “Have a good night, and thanks once again!”

“You too!” he called, as she closed the door. Karl immediately semi-bolted for his bike, wanting to get out of the rain. Almost throwing the umbrella back into storage, he hopped onto the bike, and started it up.

He slipped his own helmet on, and secured it. As he began to adjust his gloves though, he took a glance downward. What he saw did not make him happy.

“Ah, FUCK!” he screamed, slamming a fist onto his leg. He stared straight at the fuel gauge, which was pointing directly to E. “Crap, I've been basically running on fumes this whole time. I'm not close enough to a station, I'll be the stranded one then if I head off.” He practically ripped his helmet off, hoping the drops of rain would temper him.

Karl looked back to the house, considering his options. He looked to the shed, wondering what was inside; like possibly something for his bike. He then looked to his bag, clothes and other items like his phone in there.

The sound of thunder rang overhead, and he inwardly groaned. “Well, time for more outlandish actions.”

He forced himself off the bike, also grabbing his bag out of it. Throwing his normal helmet in storage and locking it up, he headed directly to the door. He steeled himself for the upcoming awkwardness as he knocked on Carry's door. A muffled voice came from inside, which caused him to inadvertently grab one his own arms. A moment later, the door opened and was he was greeted with a confused looking Carry.

“Uh... hi again...” he half whispered, as he put his arm in a vice grip.

“Er... hi, what's wrong?” Carry said back, also looking over his shoulder.

“Eh... I'm kind of out of fuel, and... well... yeah.” He took a deep breath, and straightened himself back up. “Look, unlike you, I could maybe call for help. But it's really late, and I definitely don't want to go through the trouble of calling a company or a friend at this hour. I know I said it was no trouble, and you don't have to do anything but-”

“You want to know if I'll allow you to possibly spend the night here?” she finished. Karl nodded back, also looking away and to the ground in preparation for a negative response.

“Yeah...”

Carry gave an exasperated sigh, folding her forelegs over each other and leaning into the door frame. “That sounds like a ridiculous offer- truth be told if you were just normal guest of mine I would have turned you away given my current situation.” She then put on a small smile. “Of course, you aren't just a 'normal friend.' You're a pseudo total stranger who did something a true friend would have done. Hell, a really good person even.” Karl snapped his gaze back to her, a hopeful look on his face. “It's the least I can do anyway for now, come on in. I got a small couch for you, but I'm sorry about the mess... very, sorry.”

“Thank you.” He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Looking around, he found himself already in a living room of sorts. He spotted the aforementioned couch, as well as a small television. To his right was a small walk in kitchen, as well as what looked like a closet. On his left, a small hallway that lead to the rest of the house.

“Bathroom is to the left, at the end of the hall. However,” she snarled, causing Karl to immediately give her his attention. “I need to shower badly. If I catch you peeking, both during and/or just after I get out, I will throw you out with my telekinesis.” Her horn flared with magic, though nothing around him was moved or manipulated at all.

“Yes, ma'am,” he squeaked.

“It's 'Carry On,' or just 'Carry.' I have no fucking idea why I was named that. Not interested in bags, or that slogan from your second world war.” She shook her head. “Look, you're probably tired, I am too; you can just grab a blanket from the closet and head off to sleep. Switch is right here.” She tapped the wall behind her. “Anyway, good night, I guess.” Karl watched her walk away, and disappeared into the hall. The sound of doors being opened and closed happened, and then the sound of running water.

It was at this point he noticed the mess that Carry had mentioned. Some scraps of trash we everywhere, and sizable chunks of food like chips were embedded into the carpet. In the kitchen, there was a small pile up of dishes waiting to be put into the dishwasher below it.

Karl pushed the images out of his mind, and unzipped his bag to reach for his indoor clothes. As he changed, he silently hoped that the wish for privacy worked both ways. He wondered if she used that as an excuse to give her leeway to spy on him.

Tossing his bag and boots into a corner, he hung his jacket on a coat-rack next to Carry's. He opened the closet door, and stepped back as some blankets fell out. He looked and found most of it severely unorganized- like it was just stuffed in without a thought.

Karl forced the thoughts again out, pinching himself to do so. He grab the blankets on the floor, and closed the closet. When he reached the couch, he found it to the first thing that looked spotless- though still unkempt. He gave the blankets a quick sniff each- nice and clean, not used and tossed back in. Dropping both of them onto the couch, he smoothed them out, and then sat himself down.

The view of the hallway was virtually none, so he had no fear of accusation. He stood back up, walking to the switches, making a safe path back in his head. He flipped the lights off, and then laid himself down. With a forced yawn to help him relax, he drifted off to sleep.

“ARGH!”

Karl snapped awake, practically jumping to his feet. As he landed, he ended up tripping on his blankets and landing face first on the vacuum neglected carpet. He forced his head upward, and looked to the direction of Carry's room. As he strained his muscles, he heard more sounds coming from her apparent room- sounds of things being threatened to be broken.

“Carry?!” he yelled, pounding on his door. “What's going on? Did someone break in?” He pressed his ear against the door, but quickly became confused when there was no more noise from inside.

“I'm... I'm fine!” Carry called back. “I'm sorry for the noise... I just... just...” her voice trailed off. He cupped a hand over his ear, hoping to hear if she was just whispering. Suddenly, the doorknob became engulfed in her magic, and the rest of the door opened. Karl yelped as he found his support moving forward, almost repeating his actions of when he was shocked awake. As he stumbled in, he found Carry laying down on her bed oddly like ponies that didn't take to human ways. She was staring a laptop screen, and there was a box of tissues next to her.

“Uh...” Karl started, taking his first intentional step into the room.

“I'm not fine actually... in fact, I may be done in,” she cried out. Karl walked around the bed, noting only a nightstand and lamp were the only other pieces of furniture in the room. As he got into position to view her front he nearly choked at the sight of her face and mane stained with tears, her eyes red, and the amount of tissues on the floor. He also out of instinct threw a hand in front of his vision as he saw her shirt off, bandages from the hospital exposed.

“You can stare and do whatever, I don’t give a crap at the moment. I’m not exactly covering up anything right now,” she spoke up.

Karl gave a slight nod, before lowering his hand away. He tried his best to keep an even tone as he relayed back the two words that interested him the most, “'Done in?'” He knelt down onto one knee, putting him face to face with her.

She physically moved her laptop with a forehoof, while she levitated another tissue over her eyes quickly. “I may not have a home soon. The art design company I'm working for is withholding my paycheck since most of my projects were collaborations. I said this before to guys at the hospital and the tow truck: they have this fucking stupid policy where collaboratory projects give you zero unless you meet a quota, which I didn't.” She sniffed hard, new tears forming in her eyes. “I'm already dealing with college loan debts, ones I got suckered into getting and I foolishly used part of that to initially rent this house. Now I'm not going to make payment, and I also have to deal with not having reliable transportation. I'm too much in debt to keep living here... I may have to go back to Equestria.” The built up tears began to flow as she finished, her head being buried into the blanket.

Karl scratched his arm nervously, not prepared to deal with someone about to fall off the track of finance. “Well... what about-”

“I may have a green card, but I need to keep this job. That job though is not paying me, and I need money to have a place to live. I probably won't be able to hold that job because I can't live anywhere. In order words... I'm en route to the next portal passage out of Human Earth. I don't have much of a window to find another job and living quarters in time before I'm forced back to Equestria.”

Karl stared in silence at Carry, as she continued to weep directly into the bed. Only occasionally did she lift her head up to take a breath of fresh air.

“I don't want to leave... I love it here in America and Human Earth... I've loved it ever since me and my parents came over here for FiMPro- the first one where they offered whole families. We managed to find a school here during our initial stay, and they were able to enroll me there complete with a dorm when the next fall came around after our visit.” She lifted her head up, resting it on her forelegs, and staring toward Karl. “The freedom and choices here just appeal to me so. I didn't even hit puberty yet when I attended high school here.” She forced out a small chuckle. “I bet you probably wonder how I'm so tall and/or big for a unicorn mare,” she added. Karl inwardly shivered, and had to force a blush downward. “There was the hormones... and well, let's just say one of the reasons I love it here... I love meat, hehe...” Her gaze drifted upward, a faux smile on her face. “I ate it practically every day, quite a few times with every meal some days and... well, protein piles up over time. But who am I kidding?” She immediately reverted back to her previous moping state. “I guess I should take satisfaction that I got a lucky nine years here, huh?” She looked back to him, foreboding leaking out to him.

“It doesn't have to be,” he spoke out almost immediately after her question.

“Huh?”

Karl took a deep breath. “Okay, think carefully over a snap situation for once man. As that saying goes that grandpa said to Margaret: 'Big girls don't cry.' Though... she is a fucking big mare and she's practically obligated to cry with all the- FOCUS!” He blinked, and placed a hand on the bed near her forelegs. “My landlord is pretty lenient with guests. I think I could convince him to give you a place to stay for a while, that would solve your rent issue.” He shifted his other knee down to the floor. “I think your car issue can be brought to a court of some kind- maybe that can allow you to take an official leave or some shit like that. Something to give you time to get stable.

“As for your work...” he braced himself for the bold move he was about to take. “Make sure they're your designs. I don't know what kind of company does this shit, but it's obvious the risk is too much for a reward that you'll get delayed for.” Both of them stared at each other for what appeared to be agonizing minutes, the only sounds were the occasional sniff from Carry.

“You... you really mean that?” she spoke up.

“I've been a victim of unfortunate circumstances as well and... let's just say that you need help that I feel that I need to start the ball rolling on now.”

“I don't have any initial help here... I haven't spoken with my parents in a long time. Aside from them, I only have my grandfather as a living relative. What’s sad about him and I, is that we’re apparently supposed to be part of some famous mage line.” Karl didn't respond, inwardly noting that she was going off on another tangent. “It’s funny… instead of the magic of… magic, I’m trying and failing the magic of the American dream. So much for living up to the Kimo… Kimi…” She shook her head. “Heh, look at me, can’t even remember my family name.

“The point is though that I am scarce for help and... between this and helping me home here,” she moved a forehoof and placed it on his hand. “'Thank you' isn't enough in this case.” She managed to put on a smile, Karl managing to return one. “May I just formally ask who you are?”

“Karl, Karl O'Donnell,” he answered. Carry's ears perked upward.

“The Saturday Night Ranter?” she asked. “I... I listen to your bit,” she admitted with a small blush on her face. “It really puts a smile on my face, a little light in my dark times.”

“'Saturday Night Ranter?' I got a title?” he asked back. “Well... I'm flattered. If you heard me a little while ago... well, that kind of made me want to really shove some good back into reality.”

Carry leaned herself closer. “I don't exactly care, I'm thankful that you're helping me.” She lifted her other foreleg up, and wrapped it around him, pulling him in for a hug. Karl remained still, especially as she rested her head on his shoulder. Never before had he been hugged by a pony- and never had he been hugged by someone that he just met a few hours ago that wasn't a relative.

Yet, despite that, he didn't stop his other arm from reaching around her neck to complete the hug. He didn't even stop himself from giving her a small pat and stroke of her mane.

“Hrk!” she cried, causing Karl to pull away immediately. Carry looked physically in pain, the forehoof not around him clutching her chest.

“Sorry!” he yelped.

“I'm a big fucking girl, I can take it. Though, the patting of my hair was really unnecessary.”

“Don't look at me, you're the one who gave me free reign. ‘Do whatever’ you said.” She gave an annoyed groan in response. “Hey, I'm a smart ass, what do you want from me?” Her eyes widened, and mouth opened in shock at his statement. “Yes, I said 'ass.' Now, tell me now if you have any donkey or mules friends you care about; because I loved using that word so much before it was classified as a racist term. Otherwise, I'm about to use it a lot here.

“Look, I'm an asshole, a pretty big one. But you know what? I'm an asshole who actually gives a fucking shit about people around him! I may think that everyone is potentially an asshole before I get to know them- but it makes me care more for the ones who aren't!” He pointed a finger to her. “Like you, and I mean an asshole like myself. I fight fire with fire, but have a stash of water ready for the fire I bring around.

“Now, I could have been a fucking ass and just gave you only some small words and said that you technically owe me. I didn't because I don't want to be an asshole who only cares about kicking others while they're down just to raise themselves up. I'm one who will actually obeys the speed limit to keep others safe, and piss off people who do want to break the law.

“The bottom line, and to stop being a potential racist: I'm a bastard. A cynical, pessimistic, bastard. And this bastard wants to help you out, something some other random guy would most likely not even do. What do you think of that?! So are you gonna shut up and look at the details here?!” He splayed his arms out to emphasize his rant.

Carry just stared toward him, face frozen in shock. As time passed, Karl's own face loosened, realizing what he just did.

“Oh... fuck me, I snapped to the completely wrong fucking person...” He dropped his arms, slumping down slightly. “Look... I... don't know what to-”

“No... you're right,” Carry interrupted. Karl looked back to her, seeing her sitting in thought. “Okay, 'right' maybe isn't the right word, but I get what you're saying.” She reopened her eyes. “Let's... well, we can't exactly ignore that, but let's just calm down. I... really want your help, because I do need it.” Karl looked back, saying nothing. “What's that saying? 'Don't look a gift horse in the mouth?' That really applies here. Look, I'm sorry too. Can we... just, well, make a plan or something? Preferably before one us breaks again?”

“How about this- and this is off the top of my head,” he spoke up. “You’re a bit wound up, I really think we should get some rest. Then in the morning, we’re gonna head to your car, dealership or whatever. You got a message or something?”

“Yeah… I got an email and text, I know where it is.”

“Okay, we’ll get that sorted out wherever; we’re gonna cover our bases here. What’s your work schedule again? You gotta work tomorrow?”

“No, but I have to be there the day after when I present the sketches for the projects themselves- so I can make corrections and what not right there. I would work from home otherwise.”

“Noted. Then... well, we'll go from there. Oh! My backup!” Carry titled her head in confusion. “I have a backup car in case of emergency weather or otherwise- you can use that to get to work.”

“Oh, wow... that sounds great!”

“Alright. I guess... well, I'm heading back to bed. We got a plan, let's not do something to make this worse.” Karl began to walk for the door, as he stepped through, he stopped and turned back around. “Just... be prepared in case it doesn't go in our favor, alright?”

“Yeah... you never know. No matter what happens, just... thank you.” She turned herself around, presenting a smile to him. “May I just ask, why are you doing this all for me? We haven't known each other even six hours yet.”

“Let's say, well,” he paused for a moment. “I really need a friend. I also need something new in my life. Maybe creating a new best friend by being a financial life saver is something I needed to do.” He flashed a smile, and then closed the door. As he walked, he realized what they both said. “Holy fucking ass crackers. With what I've done, place me under the definition of 'crazy, ridiculous,' or whatever else.” With that, he practically fell onto the couch and went back to sleep.

The next morning, Karl and Carry were at the towing company that had messaged Carry. Karl was talking on his phone outside of the main office, while Carry stood inside at the main desk observing him. She was currently waiting for the last of the documents to take the car off her metaphorical hands officially.

She then saw Karl hang up his phone, and then walking inside. “Hey,” he greeted with a smile. “Well, we got some good news! You got a place to stay!” A smile immediately flared on her face. “Once we're done here, we can start bringing your stuff over- no way am I renting a moving truck.”

“My biggest needs really are my documents, clothes, laptop, and phone. The only big things I have are some kitchenware, and some of the furniture and shed stuff. Other than that, it came with the house. By the way, what made you choose a motorcycle primarily over a car?”

“For the fun, that's why.” He flashed her a smile. “I know it’s like one tap and I'm dead... but the thrills are worth it. Except I get no thrills on icy days like I mentioned, that's when the backup comes in normally.” He leaned over to look at the desk behind her. “What'd they say?”

“They said that due to the circumstances of the crash, I won't have to pay for any damages. After that, we called up the dealership I rented the car from. I told them I would be using you car, so they won't send a replacement. I'll get a call in case something else pops up down the line.” She ran a forehoof across her forehead. “Of course, I just wanna freaking relax and do some sketching.”

“I wanna relax too. But first, we got a bit of lifting to do.”

Hours passed, but it was worth it as Carry levitated the last box into Karl's house.

“Once again to you, why is your car so tiny?” she asked, rubbing her head.

“It covers what I need it for, which is hardly anything. Plus, having parents still pay the insurance for it helps.” He clapped his hands. “So, you want lunch, or you wanna go do your drawing?”

“Bring me lunch so I can get more sketching done,” she answered. As she walked off, Karl stood silent, even after she closed the door to what was now the guest room.

“What have I gotten myself into?” he asked, rubbing his temples.

Weeks passed by, and both of them went about their lives. Karl continued to rant, type, and data manage, while Carry continued to draw. As the days rolled by, they each shared more and more details about their previous endeavors and families.

Karl was the middle of three. His older sibling being his brother, Harry, and the younger his sister, Margaret. After finishing high school, he attempted to do college, but withdrew from his first semester after not being able to handle further academics. Due to his withdrawal, the repayments that his parents received allowed him to get started at his desk job, which soon led to his own home and so on.

After taking the radio job, he was allowed some leeway and luxury in his life. Eventually, soon after buying his own motorcycle, he was able to move up to his current position at the office. Harry was currently living in Griphonica, while Margaret was across the pond in Germany.

Carry meanwhile had reestablished communication with her parents, letting the floodgates flow of her situation. As a single child, she had received a lot of support from them in her ambition to live the human way. Now they were aware of the support she needed, and what she had gotten via Karl.

Karl learned from her reconnection that she was a unicorn born to non-unicorns. She never got the parental springboard of learning magic, and had self taught herself the basics. It was just before and during her stay on Human-Earth where she picked up her interest in art and design. However, she never confirmed nor denied that designing was her talent or mark.

That though, was something Karl definitely knew not to press about; considering how much she ragged on ponies disrespecting non-ponies. Usually when he struck up a conversation at a meal they happened to have at the same time, she would usually mention how the treatment against The Lost Foal was disgusting.

The occasional butting of heads though was still present. Karl eventually had to step in and lay down rental rules for both his car and her utilities. Some hearing was nearly lost on both ends due to buttons being pushed, but ultimately she agreed. It didn’t help that Carry had her own needs and still had her own lingering problems that were established from the beginning.

The biggest solace Karl found in the experience for both their sanities was that Carry’s parents had taken some burden off her. They had made her last payment for her house, and made a significant dent in her most recent college debt demand- yet all of them knew that it was a long road ahead.

One day on that very road though, Carry had stepped up to Karl, and mentioned that she never got him that drink. That drink had led to a bar where Karl refused alcohol, which led to Carry mentioning that to be the equivalent of eating sushi without fish.

Which led to them both immediately going to a sushi bar and having a genuine laugh for once as more than just ‘roommates.’

From that, it led to more conversations about their days, and sessions in front of the television or Karl’s laptop. For Carry, she realized that she was having fun in her life again, instead of trying to make ends meet. As for Karl, he enjoyed the spontaneous changes she brought- it was just nice to have someone to blow off steam with.

During one of very sessions making fun of How to Train your Dragon 4, Carry’s phone rang off. Annoyed, she paused the movie, while Karl sat and listened right by as she answered.

“Hello?” Carry spoke to the caller.

“Ms. Carry On?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“Hello, my name is Christine Farrell, I'm an attorney at law.”

Carry’s ears perked upward in shock, “Attorney?”

“Yes. I’m hear to talk to you about your rental car that was towed in about six weeks ago.”

“My car? What do you mean? I thought that was taken care of.”

“I've taken a look at the damage to your car, and I've noticed it was bearing similar cause of crash to other cases. I've done quite a bit of cross referencing from other attorneys, both company and family across the east coast...” Carry continued to listen, Karl just sitting and watching.

“A class action lawsuit? My case to be the representation?”

“This has been in the works for some time now, your case in particular may be the breaking point needed.”

“What… what do I need to do?” She fell silent, Karl sitting and staring at her. He only heard muffled talk from the phone, and the small murmur of confirmation from Carry. “Oh… okay then. I’ll call back, thank you…” She hung up her phone, clutching her head and leaning back into the couch. “Oh my… oooooh hell.”

“Uh…”

“A freaking court case?” She looked over to him. “As if I don’t got enough to deal with. I’ll have to put out a temporary leave from work, since we don’t know how long this’ll take. I could be embarrassed in front of a bunch of people, and I don’t know what benefit I’ll-”

“Carry,” Karl butted in. “Deep breath,” he ordered. She did so, with him reaching over and grabbing a glass off the table in front of them. “Look, I have no freaking idea how this kinda stuff works, I’ll admit that.” The glass was grabbed with her telekinesis, which was then almost forced down her throat with the speed she placed it to her lips.

After a big gulp, she placed the glass back down on the table. “I don’t know, Karl; just the idea alone unnerves me. I’m still dealing with all the bullshit at my job, this could really throw my off my psyche too much.”

“You got me, ya know. You don’t have to do this by yourself.” He spun his whole body toward her. “Look, speaking from a… selfish or… opportunity perspective, I dunno. This could be a big financial break for you.”

“It’s not just about money here! Even if I do get something, how much? Then there’s the preparation that may cut into my work- which will be less money in the meantime.”

“Then we’ll ask! You said you would call back, didn’t that lawyer explain some details to ya?”

“Well,” she said with a blush appearing, “no. I guess she assumed I already knew.”

“This ain’t gonna happen tomorrow. I think there’s gonna be ample time to get ready.” He held out his hand, palm open. “I’ll help you out- I think my testimony would help anyway.” Carry looked between his hand, and his face. Slowly, she raised her forehoof, and placed it into his hand.

“Deal.” She gave it a shake, and then she suddenly leaned in and gripped him in a hug. Almost right after, she pulled back, another blush on her face.

“Okay, what is it with ponies and hugging?” Karl blurted out with a hint of anger. This was followed quickly by a small jump and a blush of his own appearingblush himself. “That wasn’t racist, was it?”

Carry shook her head, chuckling a bit. “Nah, don’t worry. It’s a really bad habit I need to get rid of.” She picked up her phone, activating it. A holographic number pad appeared in the air, and she began to type with her hoof. “Just… thanks for helping me through all of these times, Karl.” She gave a small smile to him, before putting the phone to her ear. “Hi, is this Miss Farrell?” She asked. “Yeah, this is Carry On, with the car lawsuit thing. Yeah… I’ll do it, but I really need to know a lot of things. I’ve never done this kinda thing before.”

Karl stood up, and began to walk out of the room. “I’ll just order a pizza then, this may take a while.”

She moved the phone away from herself before speaking, “Sausage, and no olives this time.”

Another two weeks passed by, and after calling in to their respective jobs, both Karl and Carry found themselves sitting in court.

The two remained silent throughout most of the ordeal, Karl called up only once to explain how he found her and the car. Carry meanwhile spoke out multiple times to cross reference other cases brought to the trial.

The biggest shocker, which almost caused Karl to scream, was how it was found out Carry’s car was knowingly sold with faulty parts. Apparently, the company had a shipment of defective parts, but didn’t want to lose money through not using them. The attorney speaking for Carry only continued to rub salt in the car company’s fresh would.

After seeing basically the same kind of accident multiple times from across the country, the judge spoke up on his own terms.

“I've heard quite enough. Not only did you knowingly sell the victim a defective car, you sold one of many that you knew were defective- essentially endangering many lines across the state and country. All cases in the class have reports of broken steering due to the aforementioned broken parts.

“This court rules in favor of the prosecuting class represented by Ms. Carry On. I hereby order the mass recall of every model and sub-model of the victims’ car, and the payment of legal, compensatory, and punitive damages to all victims. All other customers that are in current ownership of the recalled product must receive compensatory payment as well. Court adjourned.”

The sound of the gavel being slammed rang across the room, Carry sat in her seat with wide eyes and an open mouth.

“Carry,” Karl whispered. “Time for you to be happy.”

“I'm more than happy at the moment,” she replied. “Do you know the pressure taken off of me? I can possibly keep the college loan offices off my back for a while!”

“Let's... wait until we see what we can see. Meanwhile, we hit the café across the street.” He stood up, stretching his limbs. Both of them soon departing the building after the round of congratulations and legal affairs.

Sitting down, both Carry and Karl took in the sun and the activity of the town. Not as quiet as the suburbs where they lived, but definitely not as noisy as New York City.

Carry had mentioned before that she herself wanted to see the city, but Karl voted against it. To him, the city was nothing but frustration that made the grand spectacle not worth it. He claimed to have visited Grand Central Station and ate some of the best sushi he’s ever had and the trip wasn’t worth it.

Soon though, after receiving drinks in addition to water, the topic went back to their living situation.

“I guess so long as I keep at it with my projects at work, I'll be back to my desired status quo,” Carry began. “Still have a long way to go, though. Plus, the payments here won’t come right away, so I can’t relax just yet. On top of that, just the sacrifices made to come here will put me in a weird position until that payment comes to make it up.”

“Excuse me? Ms. Carry?” a voice called. They turned their heads, seeing what looked like another lawyer walk up to them- only she was a zebra to their surprise. “My name is Zadi. Do you have a moment? I've been working in the background for you, and I need to relay news to you.”

“'Background?'” Carry asked.

“It's about you and your company, Ms. Carry. Now, you would have been informed in time regardless, but I felt the need to tell you in person. Do you mind if I sit here?”

“Sure, grab a chair,” Karl spoke up. “You want my water here?” He pushed a glass forward.

“Don’t mind if I do, thanks!” She dragged the glass to her, before her smile fell into a neutral frown.

“Ms. Carry, I’m here based off reports I received regarding your accident,” Zadi began, her tone dropped. “Specifically both the hospital report you gave, and the incident report given by the towing company. I’m here based off your mention of how the car was more salt in the wound for you regarding your financial situation.”

“Wait, what? I don’t understand. I just mentioned them because I was freaking pissed that I had that to deal with on top all the other stuff.”

“Officially, those mentions helped play into the… ‘accident’ nature of your crash. There's one other thing I want to bring up, Ms. Carry.” She leaned in slightly, a semi-scowl on her face. “I somewhat go off on my own way whenever something seems up. This is kind of the case when I caught wind of your docked paychecks- or at least the payment from your joint projects.” She opened her briefcase, and pulled out two packets. “I want you to compare the marked paragraphs, read the one on the left first.” She placed each one of the table in front of Carry, who began to scan both of them.

“This is... my company policy. And you marked the collab project bullshit.”

“Yes I... did. Now take a look at the other one.”

“This is... wait, are these the same policies? Wait... why do they...” She began to dart her head between them.

“The one on your left is the policy you personally received. The other is the real policy of the company you are working at.” She gave a sigh. “I'm so sorry to say this, Ms. Carry, but you've been the victim of a hate crime.” The group went silent, Karl looked between Carry and Zadi, the former shaking slightly.

The silence was broken by a snort from Carry, Karl jumped slightly and saw her beginning to crumple up the papers.

“That... fucking... son of a-” she stopped, as Karl quickly threw an arm around her. She responded by driving her head his shoulder. He cautiously wrapped his other arm around, letting her weep into him.

He looked back over to Zadi. “How do you know exactly?”

“We received testimony from her co-workers, most specifically her collaborators over the past weeks. Her boss has a history of bigotry, and non-humans have been recently added to his list. It didn't help that she was taller than him, according to his own confession, he hates those taller than him.

“Since her being hired, there were background changes to the data access. He made sure she couldn't find out, or any other non-human that was hired. He used the threat of unemployment on others, and specifically scared her into not questioning his changes. Not only were you supposed to be paid, but this change was from a bonus that the company offered; so you were denied payment twofold.

“I... I was scared of calling him out, asking others about the policy,” Carry added. Karl leaned into her slightly, comforting her some more. “It was my first real job on my own, outside of college-assisted hiring. I didn't want to screw it up, so I took everything at face, and tried to roll with the punches.”

“You should know that he's in the process of being taken into custody, and the company is being shut down.”

“What?!” Carry yelped, breaking away from Karl. “But I-”

“Hold on now, I’m not finished yet,” Zadi interrupted. She cleared her throat, also taking a quick sip of water. “I think you should probably look at this.” She produced an envelope. “This is the royalty damages, since he unfairly made more money by not paying you for your work.” She placed it on the table, sliding it over to them. “Have you ever considered maybe becoming freelance? Do commission jobs starting at maybe places like Deviantart, Behance, LinkedIn, 21designs, and working up?”

“It would be nice, but that would... wait a second.” She grabbed the envelope, and opened it up. “Wait, HOW MUCH?!” She looked between Zadi and the check. Karl leaned over and took a glance at it.

“Holy fucking bum crackers,” he blurted out. “I guess you don't need me anymore, huh, Carry?”

She looked back to him. “You kidding? After you got the ball rolling and then some, you think I'm gonna be gone that easily?” She draped a forehoof around him, pulling him in closer. “You've helped me start over, there's no way I'm running off just like that.”

“Hold those thoughts, big lawyer moment now,” he whispered. He turned back to Zadi. “Sorry bout that.”

“It’s no problem,” she said with shake of her head.

“What’s gonna happen in the fallout though?” Carry spoke, taking her foreleg off of Karl. “I don’t think the company just shutting down isn’t gonna have me just being handed a slip of paper!”

Zadi cleared her throat, adjusting her collar. “There may be some more investigation into the matter. At the very least, you may receive a few more phone calls,” she stated. “Most likely not from me, but rather the department. At most… you may end up standing in another court.” She took a quick sip of her glass of water. “Don’t expect any more checks though.”

“Damn,” Carry cursed. “I mean… this is significant, but me trying to go straight to freelance? I’ve heard of the hells and demands it has.”

“Be lucky you got a guy who provided you with a place to stay, and only demands your half -- a fair half -- of the rent and utilities,” Karl piped in, elbowing Carry.

“This’ll only be coverage for what I would normally make for so long, and I may be heading into an unreliable job!” She shook her head. “I dunno, perhaps I should just try applying to another company, my degree helps.”

“If you ask me,” Zadi spoke up. “I’d say you got a good opportunity.” She leaned over the table somewhat. “Look, to drop the lawyer speak for a moment, Past Me would have jumped at the chance to do this. Just replace ‘designer’ with ‘law school,’ and you have my situation. I dunno what your true desire or talent is exactly, but-”

“Don’t. Ever. Mention. ‘True’ and ‘talent’ in the same sentence again, ever!” Carry growled, causing the other two the shift away from her. “I’m not some lost filly who only seeks a destiny to make sure that her brand is what she works around! I’m just a mare who wants to get by, meet some goals, and do the JOB she loves to do!” She slammed her forehoof on the table. “I’m not some victim of destiny, I’m not dictated by society or tradition!” Both Karl and Zadi stared at Carry, seeing her move up and down with each heavy breath.

Karl glanced around, seeing some other customers and passer-byers looking their way. He frustratingly waved them off, scowling slightly to them. As they soon after began to go about their own agenda, he turned back to Carry.

He cleared his throat before saying to her, “Well, that was enlightening.” Carry looked to him immediately. “I’ll… just order us some burgers maybe?”

“Double stack for me. Make sure there’s no cheese on it, I fucking hate cheese on burgers!”

“Documented,” he replied, taking a deep breath. Zadi meanwhile, took another drink from her glass.

“Saved for later for me as well,” she said. “The decision is yours in the end, but I’d say go for it. Not sure about all the other factors, but I see a golden opportunity here. You’d be surprised at the amount of demand for creative art has cropped over the years. Even this many years since First Contact, art commissions between both worlds are still rising.”

Carry gave a sigh. “I’ll… think about it. Maybe the temporary free time I have now can help me make my decision.”

“I believe my work is done here then.” She stood back up, closing up her case. “Good luck to both of you, and if something should perhaps come up again…” She reached into her coat, and pulled out a card which was handed over to them.

“Thank you so much, Zadi,” Carry said as she took the card. She reached out her forehoof following.

“All part of the job, and then some. That’s I what I like about here- encouraged to go beyond just some mark or expectation.” She shook her hoof with Carry, followed by Karl. She gave one last smile and nod before walking away. As she disappeared, and Carry placing the checks in safe keeping, Karl poked her to get her attention.

“So... may I ask what happens now between us personally?” he started. Carry looked away, surveying the buildings in thought. Her eyes snapped open fully and she turned back to him.

“Can we stop at a library first? My gears are working here, and not just for my new career opportunity. I finally have a chance to do something I've always wanted.”

“What's that?”

“Something a little personal...”

It was a month later when the next major celebration came for them. Karl was sitting at his own computer, when an excited Carry came skipping into the room.

“Whoa, what's going on here?” he asked. He looked back to his computer, pressing a key on it before speaking. “Pudge, can you possibly gank bot lane? We really need to kill this Terrorblade and Sona, Thresh has his ult.”

“You remember that 'me time' I wanted to take today?” she spoke, draping a forehoof across him.

“Okay… you seem excited. You manage to get some advertisements out?”

“Well… I got a couple of interested clients, so it’s a start. But, that’s not the ‘me time’ I was talking about.”

“Nevermind, Pudge, their Enigma and Malzahar just showed up,” he said to the game. “Sorry, so… what? That time over today anyway or something?”

“Over and done.” She placed a sheet of paper in front of him. He picked it up and read it over, his eyes widening in shock.

“You... you-” His eyes began to dart between Carry and the piece of paper.

“Perfect score, ceremony is in six months.” Karl looked back to his laptop, and then closed it up; deciding that abandoning one game of League of the Ancients was worth the moment here. Carry's other forehoof went around Karl, and he began to hug her back as well. They both pulled away, looking at each other point blank. “Karl... so much has happened thanks to you... I just...” She began to harshly blush. “Well, I mean... oh god, why can't I speak?” She slapped herself slightly with a forehoof, trying to clear her head.

They continued to stare at each other for a few moments, then the next thing they both knew, their lips were connected. Seconds later, Carry forced herself back. “K-Karl! I- I didn't mean-” she stopped as he placed a finger on her lips. His hand moved under her chin, and that was used to guide her back into their previous embrace.

As they broke away, they each smiled to one another. “You've always felt nice, Carry,” he commented. She blushed harder, and grabbed a chair to sit herself down.

“So does this mean were boyfriend and girlfriend finally?” she asked.

“'Finally?' Since day one we were basically that the way we acted!” he snarked.

“Oh shush you, don't heckle at time like this.” She leaned in and kiss his cheek.

“We got lots of time before your ceremony.” He took one of her forehooves in his hands. “Time together, lots to do, and what we could do.”

“Like what?”

“Like maybe you sleeping with me instead of on the fold-out couch.”

Six months later after their committed relationship, Carry walked excitedly over to Karl, the words she hoped one day to say aloud just recently recited. She just wanted to be with him to celebrate, as now was one of those times where she wanted to indulge in their relationship.

“Hey there, Car- RY!” Karl yelped, as he was pulled forward by her telekinesis and into a bear hug.

“No more Green Card, no limiting hoops.” She planted a kiss firmly on his lips, which he gladly accepted. “I can truly experience The Dream. I really wish Mom and Dad could have come along...”

“They know, and you know they're happy. My parents send their congrats as well.”

“Karl... I...” She placed another kiss on him. “As cheesy as it sounds, and I think we both know cheesy, my life has really turned around since I met you. I... well, can we go home first? I need to lie down from all this excitement.”

“Sure thing, you deserve it.”

On the ride back home, Karl could feel Carry extra jumpy. He could also hear her excitement given how much she shouted her glee. Heck, he even tasted her excitement as her breath went across his face when she leaned over to talk to him when they stopped.

As they pulled in, Carry departed the bike before they even stopped fully. He looked over and found her levitating herself slightly, though it didn't last as she dropped down. Despite her grasping her head in pain slightly, she immediately ran inside, documents in hand.

“Gotta love her...” he whispered, as he powered off the bike. “Oh wait, I do love her, and she does me.” He gave a chuckle and began to make his way to the door. “I just need the perfect opportunity, I want it to happen with the right amount of excitement, joy, whatever. I just need to make it special.” He opened up the door, and found the lights off. “Carry what are you-” he stopped as he felt the pull of her telekinesis, and was brought in for a hug and kiss.

The next thing Karl knew, they were both suddenly in the bedroom.

He also found out that her cutie mark was three aquamarine, four pointed stars of different sizes placed on top of each other- though off center. The smallest one had lines of popout in the center.

He also observed that she strangely smelled of chocolate, yet he also didn't care about that.

The morning after, Karl sat eating a bowl of cereal, and reading the news on his computer. The sound of Carry's footsteps caused him break away and turn his attention to her. “Morning, babe,” he greeted.

“Morning to you as well,” she said back, kissing him just before she sat down.

“This is certainly an interesting turn of events.” Carry scowled somewhat.

“'Interesting turn?'”

“Yeah, we were so busy the past few weeks, we missed out on this.” He turned his laptop to her, showing her the news he was reading. Carry's eyes widened in shock.

“DJ and her husband managed to have a kid? And ambassador Lyra a week after with twins? When is this dated?”

“Three weeks ago with DJ’s kid, I just saw the title and couldn't believe it.”

“I bet you couldn't believe last night.” She gave a wink to him.

“In lots of ways. The only thing I could say and keep it PG would be that finding out what your mark is, and means.”

“You hush up about that, okay?” she growled. “Only my parents, grandpa, and a select few who probably don't remember it at this point only know.”

“Lips are sealed harder than the doors to a torture theater. Like the ones at Frozen 5 most likely were.” He pushed his cereal aside. “So how did they have kids? Does it say? By the way, the husbands’ names are Mike and Paul.”

“Well according to the article,” she started. “It's some kind of... genderstone spell? Wait...”

“Sounds more like something for- er...” he turned and blushed away. “Sixty three... ugh,” he whispered. He shook his head before looking back.

“Oh! Here we go!” She turned the laptop to face him, pointing to specific part of the screen. “The genderstone is actually a tool that was used for DJ since she's an earth pony. And I say 'tool' because the stone was made to hold a modified amniomorphic spell.”

“The hell is that?”

“It's... I dunno.” Karl threw a deadpanned glare her way. “Hey, I studied art. Aside from levitation and the bare bones basics; I've never studied into magic.” She glanced back to the screen. “The spell apparently allows you to have your body modified down to the genetic level.”

“Wait, it doesn't do that already? I've heard of other ponies turning into humans. I always wrote off there being no... children like that, as them not having enough time to hold a child with matching DNA.”

“No, all you need apparently is enough time for your modified DNA to start the process with this. Yet, the modified genes will still retain part of you. I dunno, it doesn’t go into full detail here. All I know is that spell makes you and your partner able to have a baby.”

“Rewrite your whole being, huh? Sounds kinda creepy and fascinating at the same time. Makes me wonder if down the line we’ll use a spell like that to end world hunger by turning dirt into food..” He pulled his chair back, standing up. “Speaking of dirt, I'm hitting the shower.”

“Mind if I join you?” Smiles grew on both of their faces.

“Oh, Karl!”

“Yes, Carry?” he called back, as he was typing his latest review.

“I got something to show you!” she crooned in a sing-song fashion.

“Another surprise, just for me?” he asked, as she took a seat next to him.

“Just shut up and read.”

“Fine.” He took the paper she was holding, and nearly choked at what he saw. “Karyn ‘Patricia’ Miles?” he asked aloud, turning to her in confusion.

“That’s my name,” she quipped. “You better get used to it, if you still want me around that is.” She winked at him.

“Uh… well,” he scratched the back of his neck. “You do realize how close it is to my name, right?” She only continued to smile at him. “Right?”

“I do,” Karyn said back. “There are a lot of names that sound or look alike. You can say ‘Carry’ is now my nickname, just with a ‘K’ now, heh!” She poked him with a forehoof. “Come on! Smile for me! I got a human name now! This is what I’ve wanted!” She dragged her chair closer, leaning against him.

“I am happy for you… it’s just… well…” He looked her over, seeing her face and body radiate content and happiness. “This is my perfect opportunity…” He placed the sheet down, and leaned into her as well. “How about this then, you and me, sushi? I know this place my dad used to take me, tomorrow night?”

She responded with a peck on his cheek, “I would love that, like I love you.”

The following night, the couple eagerly stepped inside the aforementioned restaurant. Karyn immediately took to one of the booths, gesturing for Karl to sit next to her.

“I assume you’re hungry, dear?” he asked, as he sat down.

“I skipped lunch on purpose, just so I could get as much as possible out of this,” Karyn answered back. Both smiled to each other, and scanned the menu. Moments later, they were approached by a waiter and they ordered their drinks and some soups to start off. As time went on, both of them could hardly sit still at the possibilities they could go for.

Both of them agreed to just order a mass collection of rolls they both enjoyed, piled up on one plate for both of them to take from.

“Is that all for now then?” the waiter asked, penning down the last of their order.

Karl answered, “I think that'll be good.” He looked over to Karyn, flashing her a smile. “For now.” He gave a wink, and she returned a small chuckle. The waiter smiled back, and walked away toward the kitchen. A moment after he was out of sight, Karl spoke up again. “Wait, I just thought of something. Maybe we could ask them to scramble the pieces around.” He brought his hands, tapped different sides of their table. “Y'know, so we don't have to possibly reach across each other if there's a specific roll we want.”

“It couldn't hurt,” Karyn agreed. She give him a small peck on his neck. “Just hurry back, let's say I'm... not just hungry for the presence of fish.” He gave her a small poke on her muzzle, before sliding himself over and stepping away from the booth. As he stepped out of sight, and as he approached the chefs, he reached into his pocket.

“'Scuse me?” he called, the chefs looking to him in response. “Hey, sorry guys. Listen, I'm from the table that ordered that big pile up of various rolls.” The chefs acknowledged his statement, one of them pointing to the slip order in front of them. “Well, we were hoping to just have them scrambled around, not just one roll in one place if that's no trouble.”

“Ah! That's no problem at all!” one of the chefs said back.

“Great!” He took a sharp inhale. “And, I was wondering...” He pulled his hand out of his pocket. “If you guys could possibly hide this in the pile.” All the chefs' eyes went wide, followed by smiles all around.

Karl, back at the booth, sat with an arm around Karyn. “You sure they were working on ours?” she asked, shifting around friskily.

“Patience, Iago,” he replied, deepening his voice. His reward was a small jab on his hip. “Hey, at least he's a comedy relief character done right! Unlike ninety percent of those today, especially on kids shows...”

“Hey, I thought you left Mr. Cynical Critic at home.”

“So long as you left behind Ms. Life Story,” he countered. Both faux glared at each other, before they each leaned in for a kiss. “Love you too.”

Karyn looked away, and immediately saw their waiter carrying their order to them. They both thanked him, and right away began attacking the pile with their chopsticks. Karl's heartbeat began to increase in small increments as they gradually made the food disappear.

As time went on, and as they both made attempts to slow down as the actually enjoy the meal; he looked for amble opportunities to contain himself.

“I still don't know how you can stand soy sauce.”

“Same here with you and wasabi,” Karyn countered. “Then there's also you and alcohol.”

“Hey! You know I'm allergic!”

Then there was also actions completely out of nowhere.

“Why do you think they call them 'chopsticks?' You don't 'chop,' you 'grab.'”

“Are you really going to ask that now?”

“Another thing, my grandpa once told me that ginger was always dyed pink. You think they stopped because it was almost another red M&M case?” he asked as picked up a piece of the aforementioned product.

“Karl O'Donnell, da fuck is wrong with you?” she asked harshly.

He froze as he saw her irritated face. “I...” he looked back to the food, seeing the center almost broken through. “Sorry, I just... sorry.”

“Can't we just have a pleasant dinner? I fucking love sushi, and frankly, I really love this place you picked out. I don't really want to hear the wise guy in you either tonight.” She reached out and picked up another piece, Karl felt his heart stop as he saw what it exposed. “I would say you would need a nice cold one, but that wouldn't work. You need another soda to calm down?” She threw the piece into her mouth, turning back to take another piece. She paused mid reach, as she saw what Karl was staring at. “Hmm?” she gave a quick gulp, as to talk. “What's this?” She began to push pieces out of the way, Karl released a breath he was holding as she levitated what both he and Karyn observed.

It was a small, jade green box. Karyn stared at it in confusion, stopping her levitation and holding it in her forehoof to examine it. Karl took the opportunity to grasp her other forehoof, and to take hold of the box with her. She looked to him, her mouth half open as she struggled to say something.

“Karyn...” he spoke up, as he pulled the box open. She gasped as she was greeted by the sight of a ring with a simple, azure gem in the middle. She looked to him, tears welling in her eyes. The look in his eyes alone was enough to silently tell her what was he was doing.

“Yes...” she answered, diving in for a kiss. She pulled away quickly, heavy breathing accompanying her. "YES!" she yelled, diving right back in and throwing one forehoof around Karl. Her grip tightened as Karl slowly managed to navigate the ring into his hand, taking up a good portion of his palm. Even as she leaned into him harder and the smell of chocolate reached his nostril, he managed to maneuver the ring onto her horn. The action of putting it on was what finally repelled her back. “I love you...”

“I love you too, Karyn.” He pulled her back in for a hug, both of their head being rested on their respective shoulders.

“When... how...?” she whispered.

“Karyn,” Karl began, breaking away and taking both of her forehooves in his hands. “I don't care if we have to marry on a normal balcony with the just company with the priest or whatever. I could be on my deathbed, and I will marry you.” He placed a hand on her cheek. “That is, so long as you want to, to me. But come hell or high water, I'm going to make sure you are my wife.

“If you haven't figured it out by now- and I'm not in any way saying you're not smart- I'm a guy who does not believe in one-night stands or any shit like that. In fact, I think it's fucking disgusting. I can't imagine getting so close to someone and then being able to live with possibly ending that... closeness. It just seems so... uh... it like, makes that time for nothing.”

Karyn kissed him again, hugging him tighter as well. "That sounds like you pulled it out of a bad romance film, which you probably did. And I don't care..." Soon, the waiter approached them, and received the news. Then soon the rest of restaurant was aware, a mass cheer was shared all around. As the two finally managed to pull away from each other completely, Karyn wiped her eye as the two smiled to each other. “Now, can we get back to eating fish wrapped in seaweed and rice?”

Karl and Karyn laid down together in bed, Karl stroking Karyn’s mane while she rested her head on his chest. She continued to stare between him and the engagement ring, which she held with a forehoof.

“Mrs. O'Donnell… Mrs. Karyn ‘Patricia’ Miles-O'Donnell even. I never even imagined the day where I could be called a ‘Mrs.’”

“I never imagined I’d marry at all even,” Karl added. “I was content with living alone… afraid that if I pursued a romance, I’d end potentially breaking a heart.”

“May I ask something?” Karyn’s magic flared, the ring being wrapped in her telekinesis and floated over to a nightstand on her side of the bed. “Your… vow, back at the restaurant… you truly meant that, right?”

“What?”

“Well, I mean… do you… I don’t think this is the best word but; do you trust me in a married sense already?” She blushed slightly.

“Er… if you mean… would I consider you my wife already, without papers and that crap?” he asked. “I… well…”

“Look, I don’t think I should have asked that, but…” She shifted herself, moving most of her frame over Karl. “I’ve done a bit of research…” She tugged at her shirt, sweat dripping down her head and body. “And… I… kind of… ‘learned’ the gene spell that allows ponies and humans to have children.”

It was Karl’s turn to blush, as well as widen his eyes. “Wait… you want to… now?” he blurted out. “Wait, waiwaitwaitwawawawawWAIT! Just after I proposed?!” He glanced away, Karyn resting her head just below his neck. “I… well, a child… I mean…” He looked back to her. “Are we even ready for that? I mean, despite all that’s happened…”

“I think we’re ready,” she answered. “You’re stable with your desk job and all, and can only really go up if you get time offers. I’m getting constant commission deals, and I’m on a roll with extra work.”

“You’re not looking at the details here. What about you and… what’s the word? Maternal callings?”

“And you’re not looking at the big picture,” she rebutted. “I just said that we’re stable here. Your work alone paid the bills before I came around here, and that still applies. My income- aside from my half of the bills- is extra for both of us. We also got eleven months to prepare… plus well the time to… when I… get ready.” we’ll be able to do it.”

“I-I… well…” He closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around her. “I meant every word I said before, I do love you. I want to tie this knot, fully be with you. A child could help tighten it and… being a father…” He opened his eyes, a few tears leaking out. “I… I don’t know if we’re ready… but a kid… I mean…” He turned away, laying his head down on the bed. “I’m sorry, Karyn, but I don’t think I want to talk about this anymore tonight. I gotta get some rest prepare to work the customer service desk for John tomorrow.”

“That right there shows signs of moving up though if they’re asking you to-”

“Stop! Karyn! Please!” he interrupted, putting a hand up between their faces. “I already went through a lot proposing to you… don’t put any more pressure on me as is.” Karyn frowned, sliding herself off of him. As she laid herself down, she observed him staring off into space. With a sigh, she flared her magic and turned the lights in the room off.

The next day, Karl sat at his temporary new station, begrudgingly listening to a customer rant into his ear.

“Sir,” he began, pinching his nose. “Your supposed ‘towel trick,’ not only is a violation of your warranty due to tampering- but you did it to the wrong console that trick was made for. If you would like to further appeal your case, I can give you the number to our-” he stopped, a scowl appearing on his face. “Alright, goodbye then.” He practically slammed the phone down on the receivers. “Freaking morons everywhere.”

“Tell me about it,” a voice said next to him. Karl glanced over and saw the dragon in the next desk over to him. He had dark purple scales and spines, with chartreuse wings, and yellow hair- or what was called ‘hair’ for drakes. “Reminds me of back when I was a teenager. Granted, I still ain’t an adult, but-”

“Can it, Crush,” Karl interrupted, rubbing his temples. “Not exactly in the best mood at the moment- dealing with what I dread a lot isn’t helping either.”

“Take it easy, man. Taking stuff too seriously got my hide tanned a good while ago.” He picked up his own phone, mumbling something into it. He gave a sigh quickly after, before pressing a button on the device and then hanging it up.

“Look, I dunno how many of you guys listen to me on Sunday nights on this side of the department but…” Karl inhaled deeply, taking his hands off his face and turning to Crush. “First off… I’m getting married.”

“Dude!” Crush yelled, causing Karl to flinch. “That’s awesome! Who’s the lucky lady? Or, is it a-”

“She, her name’s Karyn,” he butted in. “I’ve known her for about over a year.” He stuck up a finger. “You should know though, she’s a mare.” He raised another one. “And yes, she changed her name from her pony one.” He raised a third finger. “She’s also presented the idea of having kids already!”

Crush merely stared at Karl for a few moments before speaking, “Ooooooh… that would be something to get riled up about.” He scratched the back of his neck, his wings folding in. “Ya need some water maybe?”

“I would very much-” Suddenly, the phone at Karl’s desk began to ring. “Damnitall…” He answered the call.

“I’ll just get those waters…” Crush quickly picked himself up from his desk, walking away from Karl.

“Sir, the Xbox Mobile holographic keyboard hasn’t been invented yet. Are you referring to perhaps the home console peripheral?” He paused, drumming his fingers on the desk. “So… this is something you made then? And it caused your device to lock up?” He placed his hand over his eyes. “I’m afraid that we cannot assist with unauthorized modified equipment. If there’s a-” He stopped, a scowl being plastered on his face. An audible click was heard from the phone, and he promptly hung it up. “What is with these idiots?!”

“You oughta keep your voice down there, man,” Crush’s voice came. Karl turned and found him standing by, a plastic cup extended to him.

“Thank. You,” he forced out, taking the cup and quickly taking a gulp. “Mmm… I swear, the way you see people handle things in the world, it’s a wonder they haven’t blown themselves up.”

“Gotta roll with the punches, it’s a real vocal minority these days.” Crush sat himself back down at his desk. “In my experience, a vocal minority caused a political backlash back on my Earth.”

“Still a bit too loud for my tastes.” He placed his cup down, pressing a button on the desk, a blue holographic keyboard and screen appearing. “I mean, four cases in a row where I get idiots. Two of which who didn’t have common sense, and the other two for trying fix a problem they caused!”

“I get a lotta those too. But, hey, makes my job easier. Makes the reports we type up easier to fill out.” Crush activated his own terminal. “So, you were saying before?”

“Oh, right- my future.” He sighed, leaning back in his chair. “I love her… I freaking do. But… I really don’t want to upset her. At the same time… could we do it both physically and morally?” He spun himself and his chair toward Crush. “You know how long I had to save for the ring and dinner? I don’t even wanna risk buying a holographic keyboard and reflector boots ‘cause I’m so concerned about money.

“Before I met her, I got by fine with my current standings. Sure, her part helps play a role, but we still gotta factor in her expenses that she brought and brings. How much time, money, and sanity- if I may be negative here- do we sacrifice if we want to have a kid? What about our wedding?”

“You got every right to freak out there, dude. If there’s one thing I’ve learned: time really does heal all wounds. Took me time to rekindle my friendship with Garble, Gulp, and Crackle. Heck, took me time to get forgiven by not-so-little-anymore Spike. During that time, I had family to help me through that.” He turned his head over to Karl. “You got family you can talk to?”

“A brother on Alter-Earth, and a sister in Germany. Parents are on the other side of town. Oh, frick, I still need to break the news to them.” Karl placed his head in his hands. “I just wish for once she didn’t have these crazy ambitions.”

“If I may be blunt, sounds like you’re afraid of ‘em.” Karl picked his head up, and began to scowl at Crush. Another phone call at Crush’s desk interrupted their exchange, Karl snorted slightly and turned back to his desk. He began to stare at the screen, looking over the report he left behind.

His phone then relayed to him, “Karl O'Donnell, you have a phone call from Karyn Miles on line three.” He snapped out of his stupor, reaching over and pressing the talk button.

“Thanks, Erin.” He picked up the phone itself, pressing the appropriate line button. “Hello?”

“Hey there, sweetie.” Karyn’s voice came.

“Hey, Karry.” He smiled slightly.

“How’s work treating you?”

“Like crap, I got a lot of idiots.”

“So the usual? Well, I think you should know: my parents have been informed of our engagement!”

“Oh, hell…” He grabbed his cup. “And…?”

“What do you mean ‘and?’ They’re happy! They really want to meet you as soon as possible!”

“I’m sure they do.” He quickly gulped down the rest of his drink.

“You got a lead pipe up your bum again? What’s wrong? This a bad time?”

“Was just talking with my new co-worker here about life between calls.” He paused a second, taking a deep breath. “So… are they… gonna come here?”

“Oh! Oh, no. They can’t afford a trip to this Earth at the moment. I kinda meant like in a ‘goal’ kinda way.”

“More ‘goals’ there, babe?” He thought. “Well… we could do the next best thing- my parents.”

“Oh yeah! It’s been a while hasn’t it? When was it?”

“About a month after you passed your citizenship test.”

“Now I remember- your dad mentioned trying to barbecue some ribs, but your mom talked him out of it. But… well, it’s strong, but my stomach ain’t built for that.”

He smiled a bit more. “I’ll give them a call after work. Maybe we can see them this weekend.”

“Sounds good! See you later then!” The line clicked, and Karl sighed as he placed the phone back on the receiver.

“That sounds like the break you need there,” Crush spoke up.

“It does actually,” Karl turned and smile to him. “Thanks for the tip, man. Or… drake?” he asked.

“‘Man’ is fine. Ya ask me, it should be the norm. It’s the most general term like using ‘anyone’ instead of ‘anypony’ or ‘anydrake.’ Just feel more… streamlined and respectful.”

“I know! Right?” Karl grinned harder. He turned back to his computer, eagerly typing away.

“Hey there, Carr- er, I mean Karyn. Or should I say, my future daughter-in-law?” a man greeted. With open arms, both him and she embraced in a hug, with his head level with her snout.

“Nice to see you again, Matt,” Karyn said back. Both of them pulled away, a smile on Matt’s face.

“Hey, you start calling me ‘daddy.’ Karl there still does it!”

Karl himself snorted. “Hey!” Karyn looked back, a sly smile on her face.

“So that’s why you looked so awkward saying ‘dad’ and ‘mom’ last time we were here.”

“I thought that’s what he was doing. Didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of his girlfriend. Too bad that’s our job anyway!” a voice called from inside.

“Are those burgers I smell in there, Jenny?” She paused, a forehoof being placed near her mouth. “I mean, ‘mommy?’”

“ERGH!” Karl grunted, face-palming.

“Aw, come on! It’s cute!” She leaned over, placing a kiss next to Karl's lips. “Come on, I wanna see if she has the homemade barbecue sauce again!” She skipped inside, leaving Karl and Matt alone.

“Hey… daddy.” Karl semi-growled out. His father sported his own black yet graying hair, but had blue eyes and a beard.

“Getting married… not surprising since you two met before Harry met his girlfriend.”

Karl lost his anger and embarrassment, immediately tiling his head in confusion. “Huh?”

“First off, we just found out too. Just wanted to surprise ya. Apparently, he’s found himself a gryphon. Who knows, maybe they’re about to tie the knot given how quickly they fell in love according to him.”

“‘About to?’ Gryphon? Damn.”

“Well, that’s the thing. He can only send us written letters since he doesn’t have reliable access to the tech that allows emails and stuff between worlds. That’s reserved for the ‘important people’ over there in the gryphon lands.” He waved in Karl. “Come on, come out of the evening air.”

Karl nodded, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “Still can’t believe how quiet it is here without everyone else,” he commented.

“I kinda miss the noise, actually. Who knows, you can give me grandkids to make some noise!” Karl froze, grasping his arms and looking down to the floor.

“Uh, yeeeeeaah, about that. That’s… something I need… help with.”

“‘Help?’ What are you- wait, actually, seats.” He pointed towards the couches to the right of the door, Karl nodding and walking over to them. “I’ll get Jenny to grab us some drinks, you get yourself relaxed.” Matt walked off, Karl going over and slumping in the center of one of the couches. Moments later, Matt walked back in and sat in the seat opposite him.

“She’ll be right in. Karyn wants to learn how to make Jenny’s burgers.” Karl smiled at the comment. “So, what’s on your mind, boy?”

“Kids,” he answered right away. “Karyn’s… already thinking about kids.” He slumped his head down. “She proposed it the same night I proposed to her- six days ago!”

Matt gave a sigh. “You know, I was in the same position as you, boy.” Two pairs of footsteps was heard, both men turned and saw Jenny and Karyn over to them, the former holding drinks. Jenny stood just under Karyn’s eye level, had Karl’s hazel eyes, and also red hair.

“Hey boys, guy talk?” Jenny asked, as she placed the drinks down on the table between them.

“Yes, babe. How come the burgers?” Matt asked.

“Should be ready in about fifteen minutes. Though, I think with how Karyn here is excited, I may have to make another batch!”

“Hey, I like to take advantage of a fast metabolism!” Karyn added.

“Runs in the family here! You should see Harry or my brother!” Matt commented.

“I remember how uncle Louie used to hit his head on the doorframe on purpose to give us all a laugh, hehe.” Karl spoke up.

“Well, we’ll leave you two at it,” Jenny said, before leaning down and giving Karl a kiss on the cheek. “Love you, son,” she whispered, also giving him a pat on the shoulder. Both Jenny and Karyn walked out of the room, with the remaining two looking back to each other.

“You were saying?” Karl asked, grabbing his drink.

“I remember when me and Jenny were dating, about a month before I proposed, she already talked about kids.” He grabbed his own drink, a beer bottle, different from Karl’s glass of soda. “I admit too, I was freaked. But… then I thought about it. Based on how me and her were going about it, it was inevitable that we would be together.” He began to take a drink.

“How was your living situation though? You’re a physicist, mom’s a nurse- though, retired. I work at a desk job, and a once-a-week radio show that’s more for fun. She’s a freelance artist. So far things have been alright on her end. Then there’s also-”

“That’s exactly the kind of thoughts I had.” Matt interrupted, putting his beer on the table. “Look, boy. I won’t say that you should do it, but you should really think about the big picture. There’s gonna be good times and bad- you’ve always focused on the bad.

“Hey, I’m a proud pessimist.”

“And in your own words, you prepare for the worst. If I know you, I think you could prepare for anything at this point in your life.”

Karl paused, looking down at the table. “But… what about our marriage? Shouldn’t we wait?”

“It’s up to you, boy. You’re your own man now.” Karl looked back up to Matt, seeing the look of a parent being given to him. Karl merely nodded, with Matt standing up. “I’m gonna go set the table. Jenny’s also got fries and broccoli.”

Karl smiled right away. “That’s mommy for ya, remembering her son who wasn’t afraid to eat veggies.”

As Karl and Karyn pulled up to their home, both filled with his parents’ dinner, his thoughts were swirling with the advice he had gotten. As Karyn got out of the car, he looked and observed her walking inside. A spring to her step, and a smile on her face. He looked down to his lap, thinking about the two of them. So far, they didn’t have any major developments for the two of them. Yet, they didn’t have any major hindrances to them.

Despite this, they were still able to partake in the occasional luxury. Plus, he remembered the point Karyn made about the small attention he was getting at his desk job. As time passed, he felt the cold of the night creeping into the car. He shivered a bit, and the stepped out of the car. Stepping out of the car and locking it, he walked up the door of the house, and stepped inside. Taking off his coat, he walked right to the bedroom, seeing Karyn already tucked in with her laptop.

“Hey, what took ya?” She asked him.

“Just doing some thinking, also taking in the fun we had,” he said back.

“I really hope I paid enough attention to Jenny’s cooking, I really wanna try cooking burgers sometimes. Instead of simple things like heating cheese for quesadillas, and packet foods like mac and cheese.”

“Heh, we don’t do that all the time.”

“Yeah, we also order out.”

“Hey, I like your cooking too.” He slipped off his shoes, laying himself down on the bed. He gave a yawn, also pulling the covers over him. Karyn closed up her computer, stretching and laying down completely. She looked over to him, giving him a warm smile.

“Good night, I love you.” She said. Her horn flared, and the lights were clicked off right after. After a few moments, Karl scooted himself over, wrapping his arms around her. “Hmm?” He leaned in, kissing her neck in the dark.

“That thinking I’ve been doing…” he started. “I… well… uh…” he cleared his throat. “I want to remind you, that I want to be with you no matter what. We make each other happy, and…” He inhaled deeply. “I was never against not wanting it… but… I think…”

“Karl?” He suddenly leaned over more, laying himself across her chest.

“Karyn… deep down, part of me wanted it. It’s just the rest of me spoke out loud against it. But… ergh!” He slapped himself. “Kid!”

“Wha?”

“I…” he began to tear. “You and me… I… want to have a child.”

Karyn gasped quietly. “Karl… I… but-”

“I love you, and I know what I said.” He kissed her on the lips. “The wanting just was too quiet. I… this was a time I should’ve been more open.” He kissed her again, Karyn’s forelegs then wrapped around him. “We can do this, and we have our families to help us. There’s help and aid for both of us.” Karl soon laid the majority of his self back on the bed, both of them falling asleep in each others’ embrace.

Weeks later, Karl and Karyn sat in bed facing each other, all their clothes removed.

“So... I just sit here and wait for you to be done?”

“Yeah... it was said to not touch each other- though that won't have any permanent damage regardless. Then we... well,” she blushed.

“I'm ready whenever you are.” He let go of her forehoof, sliding himself back away from her. She took a breath, and closed her eyes. The sound of magic filled the room, and a light began to build on the tip of her horn.

Seconds turned into minutes for both of them, the light slowly intensifying, and the breathing from Karyn becoming heavier. Sweat visibly began to run down her coat, her forelegs clenching tighter. Her magic began to envelop herself, the light beginning to crackle slightly.

She let out a growl, and then a slight cough. Karl reached out an arm on instinct, but pulled back immediately. “You okay?” he asked.

“I-I’m fine… just…” she snorted, and then sniffed harshly. A tear came out one eyes, and she wiped a forehoof across her nose. “K-Karl! I- I think I'm gonna-” she stopped, as she lurch forward in a sneeze, the light on her horn and whole self branching off and striking Karl.

Meanwhile, a human female jumped in fright. She looked around the room, and then began to trace her hands on the ground.

“That's... odd? No... weird? No...” she said aloud. “I... could have sworn... no, it couldn't be. If it were Kuzu's turf, then it would be... less worrying. But...” she trailed off, and then whispered under her breath, a phone appearing in her hands shortly after. She quickly dialed a number, scanning the room as she waited for the receiver to answer.

“Hello?” a somewhat tired voice answered.

“Hey, horseface,' she said, as she began to look out the window. “You okay? I don't exactly expect you to be tired.”

“Oh, hello, Emmé. Sorry, Greg and I just had a long day of exploration around our new home town.”

“Okay, quick off topic question, Faust. When are you two gonna have a formal ceremony?” Emmé asked.

“Most likely in the coming months, after we are integrated more into the community. I… well, such truly amazing things can happen, especially here.”

“Things like that is why I'm calling. Listen... this is going to sound insane, like your chaotic buddy when he somehow gets drunk levels of insane. I think...” she took a sharp breath. “I think I felt human magic.”

“What? Hang on, let me just... okay. Sorry, just wanted to make sure I didn't wake Greg. Now can you repeat that?”

“I think I felt human magic. Like, a sharp prick, and now I think a little drizzle of unnerving.”

“Okay... that... is a pretty worrying thought. But that's just it though, a thought.”

“I know what you're gonna say, and I know. Look, you're Creation, and you can sense a time spell possibly threatening creation and causality being cast on the far side of your Earth. This though... this is kind of my territory- a territory I wish I didn't have to tread again in this vein.”

“Okay, suppose it is happening- and I'm not saying you shouldn't look into it. What if it was just one of Kuzu's followers just mishandling something? Or even one of them accidentally stepping on a dormant ley line?”

“Then I would know it would be her, which I know she could handle. That's all white noise to me at this point because I know it's being used properly.” She turned and began to walk across the room. “This... it felt completely new, yet not new at the same time. It's like... I can't describe it exactly.”

“You have all the reason in both worlds to be worried. I'd say keep an ear to the ground. I think it will only really become a wing and horn problem when I start to sense it.”

“It's still a problem nonetheless, a very big one.”

“And I agree. I'll be standing by. Right now, just try to track where it's coming from, if at all. See if it's not from Kuzu, then continue from there if it comes back.”

“Gotcha, horseface. Talk to you later. Oh! Remind me to stop by so I can see Jon- congrats once again.” The call was cut, and she placed her phone down. She looked back out the window. “There's some poor soul out there. 'Poor' as in he doesn't know what he is dealing with; or that he is gonna have to have a frank discussion with me.”

“FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!” Karl screamed. He looked down at his arms, and also to Karyn, who was looking at him in shock and amazement. “I'M A PONY! HOLY SHITBALLS!”

“Sweetie just-”

“CALM DOWN?! I DIDN'T GROW UP WITH SHIT THIS LIKE THIS!!” Karyn gulped as she looked him over. His black hair was still the same, yet now technically classified as his mane. His skin had grown navy blue fur, and the masks of comedy and tragedy were his new cutie mark. Of course, the biggest additions aside the additions of hooves colored a charcoal gray and a muzzled head, were a unicorn's horn and a tail.

She... found it cute. She found it... still him. Still...

“I MEAN, WHAT. THE. FUCK?! THAT SPELL WAS AN ACCIDENT! WHAT IF IT MADE ME LIKE THIS PERMANENTLY?! OH, SHIT, I'M A FUCKING PONY RACIST! MY BRIDE TO BE IS A PONY AND I'M HATING BECOMING A PONY! I-” his screaming stopped as Karyn made her move to him, pulling him into a hug.

“You're still my Karl,” she whispered. “You were there for me, I'll be here for you.” They both sat in silence, Karl completely frozen and just accepting Karyn's embrace.

“...And you're my Karyn,” he said with a slight rasp. He pushed himself back slightly, looking to her eye to eye. “I... I'm sorry. I was-” Karyn's forehoof was placed on his muzzle.

“Just stop right there. Look, I was prepared to change, you weren't. I wouldn't like it either if I suddenly got changed into a gryphon. I'm not mad at you.” She began to poke him with a hoof each time she spoke a new word, “I'm. Not. Mad.” Karl’s eyes looked down to her forehoof, and then back to her. A tear escaped his eye as he began to wrap his own forelegs around her in a hug.

“Love you… so much…” he whispered. Karyn began to return the hug, stroking his new mane. As time passed, both of them slowly laid themselves down on the bed, merely holding one another. “I’m scared… do they know if this has happened before?”

Karyn grimaced slightly. “I’m… not sure. I mean, the spell is made to change around the DNA so both partners can have a child. It should wear off, but… there was a report saying it may last for a week if there’s an accident.”

Karl hugged her tighter. “Promise me you won’t leave me alone.” He kissed her neck, also nuzzling into it.

She began to blush slightly. “I promise,” she stated. “To Hell, Tartarus, and back through both of them- I won’t leave you.” She tightened her own grip on him, nuzzling him back. She took a deep breath, continuing to comfort him through his occasional whimpers.

Soon though, Karyn felt sweat coming down both their bodies, and Karl sliding his forelegs across her body. She moved herself away slightly, putting them face to face with each other again. Right away, Karl leaned in and pressed his lips against her. The action soon evolved into Karyn pushing him back down flat onto the bed.

She pulled away, looking into his eyes. “Human or not…” she whispered.

Karl snapped awake, a slight headache accompanying him. He reached a hand and began to rub a temple with his fingers and-

Hands? Fingers?

He pulled his limb away from him, seeing his precious palms and digits returned to him. A smile slowly formed on his face as brought the hand to his face, feeling his proper nose and lack of fur.

“Oh thank you, Lord Above…” he breathed out, collapsing back onto the bed. Karyn groaned slightly, yawning and stretching.

“Wha hahponned?” she asked through her yawn. As she relaxed, she forced her eyes open, and looked to Karl. “Uh… oh!” Her eyes snapped open. “You’re back to being human!” She smiled slightly.

“I’ll never take my hands and fingers for granted ever again.”

“You wear fingerless gloves when you’re not at your normal job. Didn’t you already appreciate them?” she snarked. Karl responded by kissing her on her forehead.

“All I know is… I’m glad that’s over with.”

“Not exactly.” She shifted herself upward, leaning on her forelegs. “Don't forget, we're not done with this until I'm confirmed.” She gave a wink to him.

“When does... 'this,' happen again?” he asked.

“They say to wait at least two to three days, depending on the user. Since I basically only use my magic for levitation, we only have to wait two.”

Karl looked up to the ceiling. “There's one thing though that interests me... do you think I could have done magic while a pony?”

“Uh...” She placed a forehoof on her chin thought. The spell was on the genetic level, and pony genes were tied into their magic. Physical proof of that came with the infamous noble zebra line and how they inherit cutie marks. Did any other couples have the human transform? All she did was just hit him with the spell. “It's... a possibility.”

“Do you think we can try it?” She shot him a look that questioned his seriousness. “Look, babe. Magic's always interested me. I want to at least try it.”

“Just why, that's all I'm asking.”

Karl gave a shrug. “Call me... well, genuinely curious.”

“After that episode you had last night?”

“This time I’ll know it’s coming, right?” He placed a hand on her forehoof. “Look, I’m still sorry about how I acted. Maybe this could be my way of walking a mile in your shoes?” She looked to him, considering his words.

“Well… if you’re willing to do it again like that…” She put on a smile. “Okay, we’ll give it a try.”

Two days passed, and both of them found themselves ready to try to repeat history. Karl had insisted to be off the bed, giving Karyn more room to breath.

“Okay... here we go,” Karyn began.” There's no guarantee this will work. I don't think a random fucking sneeze is gonna happen this time. I'm going to just release the spell as soon as I feel it hit that same peak as when that sneeze did happen. There’s also the issue that this spell was supposed to be used on me. All I can really do is just think of you to pony.”

Karl nodded, and her horn began to glow. Both of their hearts thumped harder as the light grew more and more. Moments passed, and the intensity grew over time. Finally, when it hit a singularity of sorts, she forced it forward to Karl. He yelped as the light hit him, and both were blinded by the following light.

“Hn!” Emmé grunted, clutching her head. She shook her head in an attempt to clear away the sensation. “No doubt anymore, there’s human magic festering. But...” she gave a sigh, looking down at her surroundings. “Of course it's somewhere in New York, of course.” Currently, she was standing on top of the southern Twin Tower, glancing around all the buildings and seeing all the activity down in the city. “Good news is that it’s giving away its position. Bad news: Every-fucking-thing else about it.”

As their vision cleared, both looked over the results. A satisfying smile appeared on Karyn's face as she found Stallion Karl standing there upright. Karl himself however, had a face of shock as he fell forward from imbalance.

“Okay, did not think this far ahead.” He pushed himself up, and then stood up onto all fours. He looked behind him and saw himself for the pony he now was. He flexed each leg, stretching them out and in. “Okay, seriously, having your arms and legs be the same length feels weird.”

“You’re weird,” she quipped. “So let’s try your ‘experiment’ first then, because… well…” She blushed, while patting the bed for him to climb on. As he made himself comfortable, she pointed to her own horn. “The key is to want the magic to come forward. The saying goes: ‘Magic doesn’t happen without a reason.’ It’s like… um…” She glanced around the room. “Er… well, just… maybe try imagining you’re pushing a box and you can only use your head.”

“Huh?” Karl deadpanned.

“Look, if I didn’t study it that much, I’m as sure as hell not gonna be able to teach it. If I remember right, it’s different for all unicorns; maybe even pegasi and earth ponies with how they do their own things. Maybe just… scream in your head: ‘Magic, magic, magic! Spark, spark, spark!’ You need to start at a buildup with all spells, just try something! I’m getting restless here!”

“How do you think I feel?” He took a deep breath, a forehoof tapping his horn. “Okay… so…” He closed his eyes, his teeth being clenched. He hunched downward, bracing himself against the bed. Grunts popped out as he began to sweat.

“Focus on your horn, like maybe you’re clenching a fist that’s on top of your head.”

“Trying!” he snarled. “Come on, bitch…” His head curled upward as he continued, his teeth starting to grind against each other.

Carry shook her head, “I don’t think it’s gonna happen. Maybe the spell-” she stopped as she heard a twinkle of magic. Both their eyes went toward Karl’s horn as a cobalt blue light emerged, and a single spark fell down toward the bed and disappeared.

They sat silent for a few moments, a smile appearing on both of their faces. “Aha… I… I did it! Holy crapola I made magic!” He threw his forelegs upward in victory, and subsequently collapsed down onto the bed. “Oh… damn, that took quite a bit…” Karyn crawled herself over, laying herself down next to him.

“You better not give out on me now…” she whispered, as she took a nibble on his ear.

Karl practically leaped off his bike, another successful round of radio talk in his mind. He was also excited because he received a message that Karyn had another successful commission deal. That deal then led to five more commissions put forth for her, on top of the daily ones. Right before he drove home, she already said she was done with two.

He reflected slightly on his routine before meeting her. While it was true in a way he still did radio talk, and still had a desk job- now he had someone who helped make that monotony more than baseline satisfying. Between just talking of life, their work projects, and of course just cuddling at the least- they loved it.

They knew that they were living the average life. The court cases were one thing, but it seemed to be all but a distant memory to them and even the world. Now the world was focused on the three chimera children now introduced to reality over two months ago, on top of other rumors like the first potential marriage between a stallion and woman happening across the pond. Not just the not-so-uncommon-anymore relationship between a human and pony- but marriage.

He didn't feel the need to ask for a promotion, he didn't need to demand for more air time. He mentally noted that those steps may need to be taken, and more; but he knew life would throw a wrench in their way inevitably. Karyn could hit an artist's block, or he himself could not be in a casting or desk job working state.

On top of that, they were getting married- and both of them wanted a child. The questions of ‘how’ and ‘when’ still rang in his mind. It was very possible that the planning alone could take months, and even then, how to make it happen given their current situation. At the moment, the only plans they had were conceiving the child itself.

A familiar excitement came back to him as the thought came to him. While he knew the main reason he changed into a pony, last night he had managed to turn the page of a book. Just from a tiny spark, to that. The possibilities of what he could do just added on to the sentimental satisfaction of his current state.

“I'm home!” Karl called, as he stepped into the house. “How was-” he stopped as he was engulfed from behind in a hug. “Hey, babe,” he greeted his fiance. Still in the hug, he turned around to face her. He was greeted with a content smile, and slightly teared eyes closed in joy.

Karyn opened her eyes and looked to him, “I'm pregnant.”

Emmé scoured the landscape, seeing a long stretch of highway in front of her, and trees near the horizon. The city of New York was a good distance behind her, but she knew that she had to keep going east.

“I'm gonna find you, you just keep rearing your head back in. Two weeks, seven pop ups, and those instances of what felt like spreading. This is going to end, even if I have to kill you and those involved.”