Mystquestria

by Mister Citadel

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark, Alternate Universe, Comedy, Romance, Slice of Life, Human
Length: 6670

A brony determined to complete his late Grandfather's scientific work has managed to create a whole new world that's similar to the Equestria fans know. Falling in love was unintended. So was being persecuted by the ponies he wrote about.

My Grandfather was a scientific genius. In finishing his work for him, I've managed to enter a new universe of my own making: a somewhat modified Equestria. However, I didn't mean to bond with anypony as closely as I have, and the less tolerant nature of these ponies isn't exactly helping either.

I can't let my family know about this, let alone the whole human world!

There are so many things I didn't cover, and the gaps filled themselves. Not always in the best ways, either. The morality of playing God is starting to weigh heavily on me. What have I done? Can I fix this? Should I fix this?

I just wanted to make Grandpa proud! What have I gotten myself into?

Inspired by a dream I had.

This originally started to be written before the Season 4 Finale, so this will continue to be written as if it never happened.

Cover art by Net Trip.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-06-01 05:06:53 UTC

Chapter 1: Hospitality

Chapter 1: Hospitality

        Most of my life has been leading up to this moment.  I’ve finally finished my grandfather Raymond Citadel’s work, and the book I now hold in my hands is the result.  I gingerly crack it open, stare at the black rectangle of ink on the upper half of the otherwise blank first page, and wait for it to turn into a picture of a place I’ve only seen on TV before:  Ponyville.

        I adjust my glasses, grasp the book tightly and focus my mind on the image, and in seconds, reality dissolves around me, and then reforms into the image I saw in the book.

        I’ve done it.  I, Jaxxon Markus Citadel, have finally created and crossed into another reality.  If only Grandpa could’ve been here with me to share in the excitement.  Well, at least I’ll give him all the credit.  Without his unfinished work and notes to guide me, I’d still be on Earth with nothing but an inheritance burning a hole in my pocket and nothing productive to use it on.

        I look around and get my bearings.  I’m really close to the center of town.  I have no idea what to do first, though.  Maybe find Pinkie and get the inevitable out of the way?  Nah.  She’ll find me soon enough on her own, I’m sure.  Maybe talk to Twilight since she’s the most famous?  No.  That’s no reason.  I need my first activity to have meaning!  Purpose!

        And so I end up wandering around the town, looking for something to do.  At first, the ponies can’t stop staring at me, and some even rub their eyes as if I shouldn’t exist.  However, after a while, some of the ponies start giving me cheerful waves and even a few happy greetings.  Looks like I got things written down in the book correctly.  Some things are different, but only because I wanted them to be.  Oh, I probably missed some details, sure.  But they’ve most likely filled themselves in.  I mean, why else would I be able to get in?  An incomplete world would most likely disallow entry, right?

        I keep thinking to myself and wander around aimlessly for almost an hour before I hear a melodic voice speak up behind me:

        “Mister Human?  Are you lost?”

        I jump almost three feet in the air before spinning around and looking down at the mare who just spoke.  She’s mint-green with a mint and white mane and tail, and she’s got a lyre Cutie Mark.

        I’ve just run into Lyra Heartstrings.  I didn’t plan on running into her yet.  This might’ve not been as well thought out as I first led myself to believe.

        “Um…  H-Hello…” I manage as my mind spins at a million rpm.  I knew I was going to run into Lyra eventually, and I wrote her as a human enthusiast mainly because so many bronies see her as one, but I didn’t expect to run into her on my first day here!

        “Hi!” she chirps happily.  “My name’s Lyra Heartstrings!  What’s yours?”

        “Jaxxon Citadel,” I mumble.

        “Hello there, ‘Jack Son’!” she replies.  “So, are you lost?”

        I groan inwardly, but put on a patient smile.  I could hear that she’d botched the spelling!  She even thinks my first name is two names!

        “Actually, it’s ‘Jaxxon’,” I tell her, making sure to blend the first and second syllables together to ensure she realizes that they’re both part of one name.  “It’s spelled weird, too:  J-A-X-X-O-N.”

        She scrunches up her face in thought for a short while before nodding.  “Huh.  Human names are stranger than the books said they are.”

        “Didn’t you just hear me say mine is spelled weird?” I breathe in frustration.

        “Yeah,” she replies, still smiling, “but I thought human names that ended in things like ‘-son’ were always last names.”

        “Okay, fine,” I relent, if only to possibly shut her up, “I guess someone who’s never been around humans and only read about us would expect a name ending in ‘-son’ to be a last name.”

        She nods in confirmation, and I start to turn to leave, but she puts a hoof on my hip to stop me.

        “Wait!  You didn’t answer my other question!” she protests as I turn to face her and look down at her again.  “Are you lost?”

        I sigh and shake my head.  “No, I’m not lost.  I just have no idea what to do, now that I’m here.”

        Lyra grins again and turns around while grabbing my hand with her magic.  “Come on, then!  I’ll show you around!  Follow me!”

        And just like that, an excited, human loving mint green unicorn mare is now dragging me along through Ponyville.  Well, that could’ve gone better.

        The first stop is Carousel Boutique, where Rarity lives.  Great.  Just great.  I can only imagine how she’ll react to a being that has to wear clothes all the time.  Unfortunately, I’m about to go from mere imagination to knowing exactly how she’ll react.

        Lyra pulls me through the door to the boutique and I look around nervously.  It looks just like it does in the show, of course, but just because you’ve seen a place on TV a gajillion times doesn’t mean that you’ll instantly be comfortable with the actual place.

        “Rarity?  You here?”  Lyra calls into the shop.

        For a few seconds, there’s silence.  But just as I’m about to breathe a sigh of relief…

        “Coming!  Just a second!” a voice calls from the back room.  I know that voice.  Well, duh.  Everyone knows the voices of the Mane Six.  They’re in every episode!

        Rarity comes out from the back of the shop wearing those red glasses.  Shoot.  This is getting worse.  What have I gotten myself into?

        Rarity opens her mouth to speak, but no sound comes out when she sees me.

        I cringe.  Not good.  Not good at all.

        “Rarity, this is Jaxxon the human!” Lyra proclaims, giving me a magic shove forward, causing me to stumble slightly.

        “So, they do exist, after all,” the alabaster unicorn whispers.  “And if what everything you keep saying about them is true,” her eyes sparkle as she looks me over, “he’s going to need a lot of outfits, am I right?”

        I shake my head vigorously, but neither mare notices.  I have plenty of clothes at home!  I don’t need this right now!

        Lyra nods her head rapidly several times, still grinning.  “That’s why I brought him here first!  I just knew that out of all the ponies in Ponyville, you’d love to meet a real-live human almost as much as me!”

        “Wait, I—“

        “Now, darling, hold still while I take your measurements, please,” Rarity tells me, talking right over me.  “It’s been a while since I’ve made an outfit for a bipedal customer, and I’ve been itching to do it again!”

        I sigh and resign myself to my fate, holding still while the fashionista takes my measurements.  This is going to be a long day.

        It’s been three hours now, and my patience is wearing thin.  Rarity has made a few outfits so far, but I wish she’d stop.  I’m getting hungry, and I’m starting to get stressed out.  I never got along with stress very well.  Especially during spring and fall.  And it just happens to be the middle of spring right now.

        “Uh, Rarity?” I ask.

        “Not now, darling,” she says in an attempt to shush me while levitating a half-finished shirt over to where I’m standing and holding it against me.

        “I mean it, this is serious,” I insist as I start to feel a slight twinge in my left eye socket.

        “Can’t it wait?” the fashionista asks, raising an eyebrow.

        “No, it can’t,” I reply through clenched teeth as the pain rapidly worsens.

        “Are you sure?” she asks.

        “I’m absolutely sure!” I growl as the pain changes from a simple twinge to a hot piercing sensation; like a molten drill boring into my eye socket.  “I need to leave!  Now!”

        Before Rarity can ask any more questions, I place a hand on my left temple and dash out of the shop.

        Lyra had been waiting in the front, and as I bolt past her, she starts to gallop after me.

        “Jaxxon, wait!” she cries out.  “I’m sure whatever happened in there can—”

        “I’m going home!” I snap as I pull the book out of a large pocket in my jacket.  “I’m in pain!  I gotta leave!”

        “But—”

        “No buts!” I cry out as I crack open the book and try to focus on the black rectangle of ink on the first page.  The image of my lab back at my house forms, but the pain is too much for me to handle.  I can’t think straight, so I can’t concentrate on the image.  I can’t get home.  But I need to get home!  I can’t kill this pain on my own!

        “Wait,” Lyra says as I start sobbing while pacing back and forth, drawing the attention of pretty much everypony in sight.

        “What?” I growl, fixing her with a glare.

        Usually, when someone sees my eyes when I’m in this state for the first time, they react with either confusion or surprise.  I know what Lyra’s seeing without needing a mirror:  a perfectly normal right eye, and a horribly bloodshot left eye, filled with tears and half shut.

        However, her reaction of shock lasts for only a few seconds, and a look of understanding takes its place.

        “Oh,” she says.  “The books were right on that, too.”

        In spite of the terrible pain starting to spread throughout the left side of my face, I manage to crack my left eye fully open and stare at her with both eyes wide.

        “What books?” I ask through clenched teeth.  Not clenched in anger, but clenched because of the terrible pain.

        “I’ll explain later,” she assures me as she grabs my hand with her magic and drags me along once again.  “Follow me.  I think I can help.”

        I fight down screams of pain as I follow the mint green unicorn through the streets of Ponyville, drawing stares as we pass, finally stopping at a simple two-story house a few agonizing minutes later.

        “This is where I live,” she tells me as I resume pacing.  “I may have something that could help.”

        I start to feel a glimmer of hope, but the familiar despair these headaches bring with them is still far stronger.

        Without another word, Lyra uses her magic to open the door and leads me inside her home.

        “Bon Bon?  You home?” she calls out after she shuts the door behind me.

        “I’m in the kitchen, as usual!” a female voice replies from further inside.

        “Well, I need to use the kitchen for a little bit,” Lyra says as she leads me into her living room.  “We’ve got a guest, and he’s in a lot of pain!  But I’ll need the kitchen for a remedy that I think might work!”

        “Okay,” The other voice says, coming closer accompanied by the sound of hooves on tile.  “The kitchen’s—”

The voice cuts off as its owner rounds the corner and stares at me.

        “Lyra, what—”

        “No time to answer questions, Bonnie!” Lyra shouts as she dashes in what I assume is the general direction of the kitchen.  “I need to make some tea!”

        I resume the pacing I had been doing outside, hand covering my left eye and groaning softly when I’d rather be shrieking in agony.

        After a few seconds of the cream-colored mare with a pink and blue mane and tail staring at me, she blinks and approaches me cautiously.

        “So, your kind does exist,” she whispers.  I reply with a grunt before I resume groaning.

        “Well, I hope Lyra didn’t overwhelm you or anything,” she says with a weak smile and a light chuckle.

        I uncover my left eye and fix her with a glare from my mismatched eyes.  She gasps, and just like Lyra, she appears to understand after thinking for a few seconds.

        “Oh, you have that,” she whispers.  “The ‘Curse of Agony’, as one of Lyra’s books called it.”

        “They’re called Cluster Headaches,” I snap.

        “Well, you’re lucky you ran into Lyra,” Bon Bon continues.  “She knows a lot about your kind, and if anypony can help with your condition, it’s her.”

        The conversation has been helping me to gradually get my mind off the pain, and I offer her a weak smile of my own before wincing as the pain suddenly spikes in intensity.

        We don’t say anything else for a few minutes—though I wish we would, since talking seems to help a little—and Lyra suddenly walks back into the room levitating a tray with a steaming teapot, a few teacups, and a small jar of honey on it.

        “If I remember correctly, the book said rosehip tea should help,” the unicorn explains as she sets the tray down on the coffee table.  “I’ve got to get one more thing, so I’ll be right back.  Help yourself to the tea, Jaxxon.”

        I nod.  I know this remedy well.  It’s not a perfect one, but it does help.

        I pour a cup of the tea, add a little honey to it, and drain the cup in a few seconds, ignoring the heat assaulting my tongue.

        “Wait, are you really supposed to drink it that fast?” Bon Bon asks in surprise as I pour a second cup and repeat the process.

        I simply nod and pour myself a third cup and do the same with it.

        As I’m pouring a fourth cup, Lyra returns with a small bowl and a jar of cotton balls.

        “I see you already knew what to do,” she observes as she sets the items down on the table.

        “Of course I do,” I reply, still fighting off the pain as I reach for the bowl.  “Dad discovered this treatment on the Internet years ago, and I used it regularly until I found better ones.”

        “The Inter-what-now?” Bon Bon asks as I pour some of the tea into the bowl and open the jar of cotton balls.

        I ignore her as I place a few cotton balls in the bowl of tea and return to pouring my fourth cup of tea.

        “Lyra?” Bon Bon whispers.  “What’s he doing?”

        “I know it looks weird, but part of the treatment involves applying the tea to the affected eye while it’s closed,” Lyra whispers back.

        After draining two more cups of tea, I set down the teacup and pick up one of the cotton balls from the bowl of tea.  I close my left eye completely, and wince as I place the tea-soaked cotton on my eyelid.  The heat burns, but it feels cooler than the intensity of my headache, so I endure it.

        I resume pacing as I hold the cotton ball on my closed eye.  The remedy is starting to do its job, but I know that this remedy never fully stops the pain on its own, so I turn to ask Lyra a question.

        “Do you have any capsaicin?” I mutter.

        “Wait, what?” she asks in confusion.

        “You know, the stuff that makes peppers burn?” I ask hopefully.

        Lyra shakes her head, but Bon Bon’s eyes widen, and she nods.

        “I make spicy candy sometimes, and I was actually in the middle of making some,” she informs me.  “Why?  How will it help?”

        I bite back another scream of pain as I crouch down to meet the mare on eye level.  Sitting is never a good idea with these headaches, but I feel eye contact is needed here, anyway.

        “I need you to mix it with some water and put it in something I can use to squirt it up my nose,” I manage between deep breaths.

        Both Lyra and Bon Bon look at me in disbelief.

        “Okay, I think the pain has corrupted your sense of humor,” Lyra says, backing up a few steps.

        “I’ll explain how it works after the pain’s gone,” I assure them.  “Now, could you please do what I asked?”

        “Of course!” Bon Bon replies before dashing off to the kitchen.

        I go back to my pacing and groaning from earlier, fully aware of the worried look on Lyra’s face as she watches me.

        “I know the Curse is only a human condition,” she begins.

        “As I told Bon Bon, they’re Cluster Headaches,” I cut in, trying to keep the pain out of my voice and failing miserably at it.

        “Okay then,” Lyra replies without missing a beat.  “I know your headaches are just a human condition, like the book said, but I wish I knew how you feel.  I’d like to tell you that I’ve felt your pain, but, being a pony, I can’t.”

        “Your sympathy is noted,” I sigh.  I’ve never liked it when people tell me that they know how I feel when they obviously don’t.  Clusters are way different than other headaches, and a lot more intense.

        As we continue to wait, Lyra trots up to me and asks me a question:

        “Do you mind if I use a spell so I can know how it feels?”

        “You’ll regret it,” I groan, shaking my head.  “But go ahead.”

        Her horn lights up with magic, and I feel energy coursing through the center of my pain for a few seconds before Lyra’s horn winks out and she puts a hoof to her own eye for a few seconds and screams.

        “How do you live with that?” she whimpers.  “That’s more painful than anything else I can think of!”

        “I warned you,” I groan as Bon Bon reenters the room with what looks like a food coloring dropper held in her teeth.

        She sets it on the coffee table and looks at me warily.

        “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asks doubtfully.  “That’ll burn really bad.”

        I simply nod and pick up the dropper, stick the tip up my left nostril, and give the dropper a rough squeeze, causing the burning fluid to rush up my nose.

        I grunt in pain as the burning in my nose starts, but I take a deep breath through my nose to make sure that none of it drips out.

        The burning gets worse, causing my eyes to water, but I can already feel the headache pain starting to lessen, so I give the two mares a reassuring smile.

        They both sigh in relief, and Bon Bon turns her head towards Lyra.

        “Why did you scream?” she asks.

        “I used a spell so I could feel his pain,” Lyra explains, putting a hoof over her left eye for a few seconds and shuddering.  “The books were right!  Oh Celestia, that was torture!”

        “Be grateful you only felt it for a few seconds,” I sigh as the pain continues to recede.  “I have to deal with that on pretty much a daily basis for weeks at a time.”

        I try to stay on my feet, but the pain is starting to get replaced by fatigue, so I sit down on their couch and wait for the pain to finish going away.

        “Wait, the fatigue part is also true?” Lyra asks as she notices my tired expression.

        “Yep,” I mumble as the pain finally stops.  “Dealing with that much pain is—” I stifle a yawn “—really draining.”

“Well, you can nap here, if you’d like,” Lyra offers.

“I wouldn’t want to impose,” I mumble in reply.

        “Oh, it’s no big deal,” Lyra tells me before looking at her friend.  “Right, Bon Bon?”

        The candy mare smiles and nods.  “Of course!  You can rest here, Mister…”

        “My name’s Jaxxon,” I reply.  “It’s spelled weird, but I’ll tell you how to spell it later.”  This time, I let myself yawn.  I’m just too tired to care much about anything but some rest at the moment.  If I had just a little more energy, I probably would remember that Bon Bon probably doesn’t know how my name is normally spelled.

        “Just make yourself comfy on the couch,” Lyra says as she and Bon Bon turn to leave the room.  “I’ll bring you some blankets and a pillow, okay?”

        I nod tiredly as I lie down on my hosts’ couch, and I drift off to sleep in seconds, even without a pillow or blankets.

Chapter 2: Curiosity

Chapter 2: Curiosity

IMPORTANT:  If you read the original attempt at this chapter, please read this first:  Link  That should clear some things up.

~~~Lyra’s POV~~~

        Bon Bon has returned to making candy in the kitchen, and I’m currently bringing our guest the pillow and blankets I promised.

        I return to the living room to discover that he’s already out like a light.  He’s sleeping so soundly that I manage to lift his head a little with my magic to get the pillow in place before covering him with a pair of quilts without so much as a twitch from him.  I had to search through a few closets for them, since it’s spring, and the quilts were made for winter.  Still, he’s a human, and he’s dressed kind of lightly, so two winter quilts shouldn’t roast him or anything like that.

        As Jaxxon continues to sleep, I head up the stairs and enter my room to get a few things.  I levitate my sketchbook off of my desk as well as a pair of quills and an inkwell.  The drawings that fill the first half of the book are quite crude, but the second half is currently full of blank pages.  I plan on changing that.  There’s a real-live human in my house!  I can make sketches that will be way more accurate than the ones I’ve made before!

        I release a small squee of excitement before teleporting myself, along with my things, back to the living room, where Jaxxon is still sleeping like a log.

        I carefully use my magic to move his right hand out from under the blankets and hold it in the air.  There are so many lines on his palm, and the tips of each digit are covered in strange patterns.  The books didn’t mention the imprint on the fingers, but I think I remember reading something about the palm lines.

        Pushing such thoughts aside, I eagerly get to work sketching real human hands for the first time ever!

        The lines and curves slowly take shape as my quill practically dances across the parchment of my sketchbook, detailing every joint, every crease, even his fingernails.

        As far as I can guess from inspecting his hands and musculature, he’s not that strong.  He’s most likely some kind of scholarly type, but I’ll have to wait until he wakes up to ask.

        On a different note, the pain had brought him to tears, right?  After remembering that, I make a note that crying didn’t seem to be something he was ashamed of.  Maybe it’s perfectly fine for human men to cry, unlike what’s expected of stallions.  I’ll have to ask him about that as well, as long as I don’t forget.

        He still has tear streaks on his cheeks, and that provokes another thought:  he looked so scared and vulnerable in that state.  He still looks pretty vulnerable right now, while he’s sleeping.

        Gently, I pick up a corner of one of the quilts with my magic and use it to wipe the streaks from his face before pulling the blankets up to cover his face.  He looks at least a little safer that way.  It’s too bad the books never mentioned any spells that could help.  If I had known any, I wouldn’t have hesitated to use them, even if I hurt myself in the process.  After experiencing that headache, nothing could possibly compare… right?  I should know.  I was a fool and used that spell to feel his pain for a few seconds.  As far as I’ve felt, nothing hurts worse.  I could be wrong, though.  But after feeling that, I wished I could do more to help him.  No living thing should have to endure that much pain.

        Even my own pain from all those years ago wasn’t that bad…

        I shake my head.  No.  I don’t want to remember that.  Less painful or not, the baggage my heart carries from those events is still something I’d rather keep locked up tight.

        With an intense amount of effort, I push back against the flood of unwanted memories.  I feel my heart start to race and my breathing gets faster and faster as I begin to panic.

        Suddenly, I feel a hoof on my shoulder and gasp before looking behind me to see that it’s just Bon Bon, looking concerned.

        “You alright?”

        “I’m okay,” I say weakly, still trembling.

        Bon Bon doesn’t look convinced in the least.  “The memories again?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.

        “Sort of,” I admit as I try to calm my breathing.  “I managed to block them out.”

        “You’re safe, Lyra,” Bon Bon assures me.  “Don’t ever forget that.  I’ll protect you, just like I always have since that day.”

        “Like how you took out those stallions who kept harassing me by calling us a couple and asking all those vulgar questions?” I ask, feeling a little nauseous as the unsettling thought of me being in thatkind of a relationship crosses my mind again.  I actually broke down crying after one of them asked that question about me using my horn for…  Ugh, I’d never do something like that to Bon Bon!

        “Exactly,” she replies.  “They might’ve been stallions, but my Neighponese martial arts had them on the ground in five seconds.  Don’t you worry, Lyra.  I’ll always keep you safe.  At least until you find a stallion to take my place,” she finishes with a giggle.

        “I also remember you assuring me that you’re not into mares for three days after that,” I say with a giggle of my own.  “You acted like I could throw up at any moment.”

        “Don’t exaggerate, Lyra,” Bon Bon sighs.  “I didn’t act like you were going to throw up.”

        “Well, do you think our guest will be able to handle the ‘purists’?” I ask in an attempt to change the subject.  “He’s lucky I found him before any of them did.”

        “I think he’ll manage,” Bon Bon replies, and I grin a little as I’ve succeeded in changing the subject.  “He is lucky his first social interaction was with somepony who isn’t a purist, though.  On that note, I do feel sorry for Spike, as I have a suspicion that Rarity is one.  Maybe some time with that weird stallion who calls himself ‘The Doctor’ would change her tune.  He changed Roseluck’s mind.  After a few days with him, she dropped her purist attitude.  I think she’s actually an anti-purist, now.  Best of all, Rarity has been eying the Doctor a lot lately, so Spike might actually catch a lucky break.”

        “Don’t forget Derpy,” I add. “He changed her mind, too.  Twilight’s also.”

        “Well, I’m not so sure about Twilight,” Bon Bon replies.  “She never seemed to care either way before meeting him, yes, but she was foalsat by Princess Cadance.  She said so.  Cadance’s special talent is love, so I think it started all the way back then.  As far as I could gather, Cadance really doesn’t like purists.”

        “Wait a minute!” Bon Bon exclaims.  “You changed the subject on me!  How do you always manage to do that?”

        “It’s a gift,” I snicker before picking my quill back up with my magic and turning to the next page in my sketchbook.  “Now, I have a human to study, so I don’t think I’ll be needing your help anymore for the moment.”

        Bon Bon sighs and leaves the room while I return to documenting everything I can about Jaxxon without invading his privacy too much or waking him up.

~~~Jaxxon’s POV~~~

        I groan and sit up before rubbing my eyes.

        I feel blankets on top of me, and there’s a pillow behind my head, and it feels like it’s propped up by an armrest.  Huh?  Did I fall asleep on the couch again?  That dream was kind of weird, though.  I hope the experiment goes better than that when I actually try to—wait.  What’s that smell?  And why do I feel a weight on my chest?

        I crack my eyes open to see a pair of large amber eyes only a few inches away from my face.  Holy crap!Why is there a pony in my living room?  Why is she not respecting my personal space?  And why the heck does her breath smell like bubblegum?

        “Oh, you’re awake!” she exclaims, breaking into a huge grin.  “Are you all right now?”

        “Wait, what?” I ask in confusion as I try to sit up.  The pony’s got me pinned down, though.  So I lie back down and sigh.  “Could you get off, please?  And what the heck happened?”

        “Wait, you don’t remember?” the pony asks as she gets off of my chest and lets me sit up.  “You had a really bad headache, and I let you stay here while you recovered!  So, are you feeling better?”

        Oh.  Now I remember.  I already got to the pony world.  I got a flipping Cluster and Lyra helped me out.  Man, how could I forget something like that?

        “I think so,” I mumble, “the pain’s gone, and I’m way less tired now.”

        “That’s good,” Lyra says as she turns to a blank page in her book.  “So, could you answer some questions for me?”

        “You helped me, so it’s only fair that I return the favor,” I reply with a smile.  “So, what do you want to know?”

        “First off,” she begins, “where did you come from?”

        “Well,” I scratch my head to try to come up with a simple answer.  “There’s a whole world separate from your own where all, well, now most of the humans live.  I come from there.”

        She scribbles a few notes into her book before asking me another question:  “What’s your world like?”

        “Similar to yours, but without the magic and more advanced,” I reply.  “I don’t know if magic even exists there or not, but nothing there can use it if it does exist back home.”

        “Wait, nothing can?” she asks in surprise.  “I already knew humans can’t use magic, but nothing in your world can?”

        “Pretty much,” I answer with a nod.  “But, even without anything having access to magic, my world has gotten really advanced.”

        “How advanced?” Lyra asks eagerly, her quill already pressing against a blank page in anticipation.

        I take a deep breath before giving my answer.

I explain many of man’s greatest achievements:  everything from fans to rocketships and everything in between, including a few of man’s darker achievements made necessary by our own tendency to go to war over the stupidest things.

“That’s incredible!I wish I could ask you to continue, but I have way too many questions to stay on any one subject for too long,” she says after she finishes writing.  “Anyway, who do you share your world with?  There are all sorts of sapient races in our world.  What about yours?”

        “Humans are alone,” I reply, eliciting a gasp from the unicorn.  “We’re the only sapient race back in my world."

        “Only humans?  No other races?” Lyra whispers in disbelief as she scribbles down more notes.

        “Correct,” I reply with a somber nod.  “There’s lots of other sentient life, I guess, but only humans are sapient.  Some animals appear to be pretty smart, but we haven’t been able to prove sapience in any of them.”

        After taking more notes, Lyra puts her quill to her chin as if in thought for a few seconds, her eyes wide.

        “That must get pretty lonely, being the only sapient race,” she suddenly remarks.  “Exactly how lonely are you humans?”

        I blink and start to shake my head.  “No, you see, we’re not—”

        “Wait!” she blurts out while raising a hoof to ask for my silence.  “Are you so lonely that you divide yourselves up by lineage to have a semblance of a world with multiple races?” she asks, her eyes widening to match the compassion in her voice.  “We’re not alone ourselves, but us ponies do that sometimes, as well.  We have pegasi, unicorns and earth ponies, but we’re still all ponies.  Some of us forget that at times, though, like some of the snootier unicorns who look down on earth ponies.  I mean, a pony is a pony, after all.  Still, you must all be so lonely, you poor things,” she finishes, patting my hand sympathetically.

        I give the unicorn a funny look.  Seriously, who comes to that kind of conclusion from humans being the only sapient race?  We’ve been the only sapient race since day one, so why would we feel lonely?  Then again…  She does make an interesting point..  It’s weird, but maybe I should give it some thought.

        “I guess you could put it that way,” I finally relent after she looks at me expectantly for a few minutes.  “It’s a ‘divide’ of sorts which has kept humanity from uniting for millennia.  There’s a nation that has a semblance of the unity that humanity should strive for, but even that nation doesn’t always get it right.  I’m from that nation, just so you know.”

        “So, what’s your country’s name?” she inquires.

        “The United States of America,” I reply with a bit of pride in my voice.  “‘The US’ or ‘the USA’ for short, or just ‘America’.  We used to just call ourselves Americans, but now, some put their ethnicity in front of ‘American’, which I find sad.  They say it’s for expressing their heritage and never forgetting it, which isn’t a bad reason, to be honest, but I disagree with the execution of it.”  By this point, my pride has vanished, replaced by sobriety.  “I feel that putting our ethnicity before ‘American’ is pointless.  It doesn't matter where you come from.  Sure, one's roots are important because one’s ancestors made it possible for them to live where they do today, but we're all Americans.  We still call a salad a salad even though there’s tomatoes, lettuce, broccoli, cauliflower, and other fixings.  Personally, I prefer putting ‘American’ first and adding my roots as an afterthought.  I call myself an ‘American of mixed ancestry’.”  By the end of my statement, I’ve regained some of my pride, but I’m still a bit on edge.

        “Oh,” Lyra says while she jots down some more notes.  “I think a change of subject is in order, then.  How did you get here?”

        I almost pull out the book from my jacket, but I stop myself when I realize that maybe letting these ponies know that they’re just characters in a book based off of a TV show isn’t a good idea.  Instead, I give her a simple answer:

        “I invented a way to get back and forth between my home world and this one.”

        Lyra’s jaw drops.

        “Wait, you can go between your world and this one at will?” she asks in awe.

        “Pretty much,” I reply with a grin.  “But it requires concentration, and that’s why I couldn’t get back home when I was having that headache.”

        Lyra looks like she’s about to ask another question, but my stomach growls at that moment, reminding me of how hungry I am.

        “Oh, I think I should go,” I chuckle as I stand up.  “I need to get some dinner at home.  I’ll talk to you tomorrow, though.  I promise.”

        Wait, why do I suddenly want to come back to talk to her tomorrow?  I have all of Equestria to explore and didn’t I find her annoying earlier?  What changed that?  Ah, forget it.  I need to get home and eat.

        “Um, actually, I was hoping you could stay and eat with us,” the unicorn replies.  “I know you humans have to eat meat as part of your diet, so we wouldn’t be able to get you a proper meal, but I wouldn’t want a guest to leave hungry.”

        “If you insist,” I say with a shrug.  “But do you have any eggs or nuts?  Eggs count as the same food group as meats, and nuts do as well.”

        “I’m sure we have those,” Lyra says with a grin and a nod.  “Bonnie sometimes puts nuts in her candies, and I just bought eggs yesterday.”

        She looks over her shoulder and says, “Bonnie?  Could you get dinner started?  Our guest is hungry, and I’d rather not send him away with an empty stomach!”

        “All right, Lyra!” Bon bon’s voice replies from the direction of their kitchen.  “Will a salad be okay?”

        I nod, and Lyra relays the message.  “He says that’ll be fine!  But he’ll need either eggs or nuts added, since he needs something that provides meat nutrients!

        “Got it!” Bon Bon’s voice responds.  “I’ll have dinner ready in a few minutes!”

~~~Bon Bon’s POV~~~

        The “flamerods” I’m working on are just about done, so I roll the spicy candy into sticks and set them aside to cool.  With those done, I now have three days’ worth of candy to sell, so I’m well ahead of schedule.  Which is always nice.

        Anyway, Lyra asked for dinner to be made, and I think I can handle making enough salad for three.

        Usually, Lyra isn’t that eager to insist that guests stay for dinner.  I overheard that part of their conversation, and from what I could gather, Jaxxon had been pretty annoyed with Lyra before.  At least, that’s what she told me.  And now, he’s acting as if they’re good friends!  What’s up with that?  Lyra asked him to stay for dinner, even though he planned on eating wherever he lives.  This is strange.

        I hum to myself and file those thoughts away for later as I start to put together a salad.  I add iceberg lettuce, red cabbage, carrots, spinach, a few cubes of cheese, some croutons, and top it all off with a nice dressing that I mix in.  After dividing the salad evenly into three bowls, I boil a couple eggs and slice some almonds for our guest’s salad, just like Lyra asked.

        Once the eggs are done boiling, I remove the shells and dice them before adding both the eggs and the almonds to the human’s salad.

        “Okay, Lyra!  Dinner’s ready!” I announce as I set the three bowls on the table along with forks, glasses of juice, and a breadstick for each of us.

        Both of them enter the dining room after a minute or so, and as all three of us take our seats, Lyra and I watch as Jaxxon folds his arms, bows his head and mumbles to himself for a minute before digging in with his fork.  Is that some kind of human custom?  Maybe Lyra would know more.

        We don’t say much as we eat, but I notice that Jaxxon and Lyra both seem a bit uncomfortable around each other.  Or maybe they’re nervous?  But why would they be?  They’ve been chatting for almost an hour since he woke up…

No.  It can’t be, can it?  Still, the only conclusion I can come to is that they’ve rapidly developed feelings for each other, but are confused by how they feel.  I’m not Princess Cadance, but I’m pretty sure they like each other but don’t understand what their hearts are telling them.

        Still, I want Lyra to be happy.  Her happiness is what keeps those memories away, and her love of humans would logically develop into love for a human, right?  If this is what she needs to be happy, I’ll do everything I can to help.  Even if they only see each other as ‘friends’, I’m pretty sure there’s more to it than that.  They just haven’t noticed it, and I intend to change that.

        Well, come to think of it, maybe I’m being a bit too quick to judge.  Maybe it’s just them feeling awkward about having a new friend from another race.  I’ll just keep an eye out for any hint that they have feelings for each other for now.

        Love Detective Bon Bon is on the case.