Out of place; inspired by the colab ponyfall

She looked over the clothes like they were something crazy and never before seen. She tossed off the blanket and stood up uneasily, bracing herself on the couch. I stood in the kitchen, quickly turning away to be polite, though my urges once again got the better of me as I peeked over my shoulder. What I saw shocked and fairly amazed me. I looked on at her rear, which, I had to admit, looked really nice but wasn't what really had me. My eyes had widened as I saw what looked almost like tattoos of single large pink stars surrounded by five white stars on each cheek.

She turned the clothes over and looked at every inch of the fabric. She then started looking herself over again, looking over ever small curve. Man did she look good, for me anyway. She held up the smaller underwear and looked at it confused.

"You put that on first." I said, forgetting she didn't know I was watching.

She didn't seem upset about me knowing and kept on looking over the pair of panties. She looked back down to her figure and assumed where it would belong. She bent a knee and slipped a foot through one leg hole. She managed the other in and bent over to pull them up. As she leaned forward I could see under valley and found it hard to tear away. I finally did remove myself and walked off.

"Why am I such a perv?" I asked myself as I walked into my bathroom.

One piss and a shave later (Purely to kill time) I walked back into my kitchen scratching my jaw.

"Last time I dry shave." I muttered grabbing the now flat beer off the counter. She sat on the couch having figured out how the clothes worked, holding one of the cups of still warm tea. She seemed deep in thought again, her eyes closed as she breathed deeply.

I sat down beside her. "Alright, since I can tell that your a fan too, let's have a little fun and lighten the tension." I said grabbing the remote from in between the cushions. "Look, Eight o'clock." I said turning on the TV, already on the desired channel.

"What, what is this?" She asked shocked and confused yet again at the sight of a certain pastel colored cartoon.

"New episode." I replied smiling.

After an hour of a new episode of FIM and last weeks I sat comfortably beside her holding the bottle straight up, finishing it.

"What'd you think?" I asked, glad to have what I assumed was another fan of the show beside me.

"I...I...how?..." She barely managed, her eyes wide as I finally noticed they were a deep violet.

She only slumped forward, holding her head, her long hair hanging down over her face. She looked almost on the verge of tears.

I leaned in feeling a pang of guilt, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I'm uh, sorry if I struck a nerve or something." I said not knowing how deal with such a situation.

She looked back at me, eyes heavy and wet. "How is this even possible?" She asked.

I scowled at myself, thinking over the question and how to answer it.

"I...I was trying a new spell...and something happened." She said looking at her hands.

"Man, she's serious about the Twilight thing." Trying to help her, I played along. "Oh, and just what happened?"

"There was this bright, blinding flash and then nothing. I woke up and I was nowhere, everything seemed empty and barren. I thought I saw someone, and when I got to them it was the Princess, but she was different." She went on, beginning to give small sobs.

"And?" I said, motioning my hand for her to continue.

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Yes, I still want comments on these after all the progress.