Walking Giant

Chapters

Taken
Home Improvement
Hand to Hoof
Integration
Rumors
Consequences
Downhill
Conception
Savor and Desire
White Flags

Taken

Chapter One: Taken

A sweet milkshake was gently placed on the wooden table before a cyan hoof claimed it for herself. Following this, four more drinks landed on the surface before they too were taken by hooves of various colors. A fifth drink, larger than the rest, never made it to the table as it was already in grasp of its owner, who had a pink hoof.

The Elements of Harmony were gathered inside a sweets cafe enjoying each others company whilst they discussed personal matters that had transpired recently. The topic would be on whomever spoke first, and this time, the pony of benevolent arrogance opened her mouth first. “Nothing has really happened recently around here, Ponyville is starting to look dull again!”

Pinkie squiggled her hoof in a teasing yet forewarning fashion, “Famous last words!” She snickered before her eyes shot wide open and smiled formed on her face. “Oh yeah, I’m working on a new pastry!” Pinkie slammed her drink on the table her voice traveling faster than her thoughts. “Its gonna be a cupcake with a cream filling! I’m still trying to work out the filling though, it has to be just right! Not too thick, but not runny either, and it’s also not supposed to be sour, but I’ll…”

Shutting Pinkie out of her thoughts, AppleJack’s ears rose up when a memory clicked in her head, “Speaking of food,” She said drawing the attention of the others, “Ah for one am excited for Apple Bucking Day!” her expression softened in her state of reminiscing, “Oh that is one of my favorite times of the year, plenty of goods ta bake and sell!” Applejack sipped at her apple soda-vanilla float, concluding her announcement.

Rainbow Dash, who sat across from AJ, raised an eyebrow. “Yeah... okay then.” With no comment to build on the topic, she turned her attention towards Rarity as she was placing down her strawberry shake.

Rarity twirled her straw around the cup in mirthful thoughts, “I finally finished restoring some of those chicly decorations from the old castle,” She poked the straw at the air to make her point. “And I do believe it’s high time we really work to spruce that place up a bit!” The straw had a thick shake inside it from which she proceeded to suck clean before sticking it back into the cup.

A quiet voice made itself known, partly hidden behind a banana frosty. “That would be nice, it’s a quiet nearby getaway...”

“But Flutters dear, you already live on the edge of town.” Inquired Rarity repeating the tube cleaning action again.

Fluttershy shrank back into her seat a bit, “I know, but Angel says I need to take a break from the animals every once and a while... They have been getting restless lately, but I can't figure out why…” Fluttershy had barely touched her drink which was beginning to melt.

An empty glass covered in a lavender glow made impact on the wood harder than necessary, startling the few around her. Its owner had wolfed the drink down to the last drop, “Ahhhh…” Twilight leaned back for a moment to let herself breathe before building on the topic, “That sounds like an excellent idea Rarity! The princesses’ diary advocated that there were many secrets built into the castle, so I’m sure we might discover something interesting in the process!” She stood up straight in her chair in an attempt to overlook her companions, but suddenly the downed shake came back to bite her in the flank with a brainfreeze. “Gah! Owww…” With a quick spell the freeze vanished. But not without her friends chuckling and giggling at the display of gluttony's price. “That said we should probably gather our cleaning supplies and get over there ASAP!”

“Yay!” Pinkie exclaimed with her fourth drink in hoof held up high. “Field Trip!”

The rest of her friends examined the slice of the table which belonged to their pink friend, where three extra large milkshake glasses (each being a different flavor) stood empty and dry.

“Pinkie,” Rainbow proclaimed with her face expressing wonder. “You must teach me your ways of eating...”

“My young cupcake,” She began to bounce out the room with a martial arts bandana on her head. “You are not ready.”

Rainbow pleaded her case. “But I can eat a whole meal in ten seconds flat as is!”

“But, my young grasshopper, that is why you fail!” Pinkie giggled as if something funny was said then disappeared through the door, leaving a disgruntled Dash behind.

By the time they saw her again they had gathered by the entrance to the Everfree Forest with carts full of cleaning supplies. Rarity had brought a cart full of refurbished decorations and tarps rather than disinfectants.

Applejack felt she was at a safe distance from her for a snarky remark. “Wow, you pulled a cart by yourself, Rares?”

A small laugh was then shared among friends, and even Rarity couldn't deny the truth behind it. “We- heh heh -ll, I didn't want to interupt Spikes nap.” she cleared her throat from laughing mid sentence.

Twilight rolled her eyes. “He would be here, but for some reason he felt insistent on not coming, he also said that it was a ‘bad idea’...” Switching the topic, she peered inside the fabric cart. “Are any of these original?”

“Absolutely!” Rarity proclaimed, standing proudly. “It wasn't easy, but everything is patched together, and the designs were copied down as well.” Rarity pulled the tarp that was protecting the beautifully crafted fabric pieces off. “I could even make a brand new one if I ever so desired. Oh! I even brought some tapestries to patch up some holes in the ceiling and add a bit of flare!”

Twilight looked to her friends for approval. “Well if everypony is ready?” -Nods of confirmation she received in turn- “Then lets go!”

Traveling through the forest was safer then one would think. The general rule was that so long you stuck to the path, predators will seldom cross yours. It was quiet however. As a forest of strange and unusual phenomenon, silence was not one of it’s fortes. The ponies noticed this ominous atmosphere giving the forest trek an overflowing feeling of tension.

Fluttershy was the first to notice this. “Umm, do you girls think the forest is a bit...quiet?”

Her answer came rather quickly from Rainbow. “Yeah, its kinda creepy…”

While AppleJack was just as creeped out as anypony else, one could not resist the chance to stab at Dash’s pride. “Does the forest scare ya still-”

“No!” Her retaliation was quick and arrogant, but short lived as a breeze made the leaves and branches rustling in a mezzo piano symphony of foreshadows. Rainbow’s voice slipped back into something more timid. “But, theres a difference between scary, and creepy…” Despite this lack of activity, the six continued onward.

After a long period of silence, Applejack stretched her neck for a nonspecific reason and in doing so, asked a specific question. “So, if this here forest was once a thriving city back when the castle was in it’s hayday, then where in the wide blue yonder did it come from?”

Ever the smart one to follow up on such a question, Twilight responded. “That is actually one of the biggest mysteries known to pony kind. Some believe the forest is the aftermath of Discords reign, others theorize it was a curse from Nightmare Moon, but I think that it grew from the tree of harmony as a way to protect and conceal itself.”

AppleJack answered in doubt. “Really now? Ya’ll sure about that?”

Twilight nodded. “Even Celestia thinks that it has intelligence, but so far nothing has been definitive.” Twilight’s brow constricted in thought.

Fluttershy spoke up, barely audible through her mane.“Makes sense to me...If the sisters were protecting me from something big and dangerous... and something that caused Nightmare Moon left me all alone...than I can see myself trying to hide, but not in a big scary forest...I’m sorry but that’s just my opinion...”

“Of course,” Rainbow Dash exasperated. “You would be the one to hide, the only thing you don't hide from is an average animal.”

“Oh? Then what would you do?” In Fluttershy’s defence Rarity posed a challenge. “You can't really fly away, you're a tree!”

Rainbow met this challenge with creative but illogical reasoning. “I would use my tree powers to create a super awesome mega fortress that would protect me from anypony that was after me!” She floated proudly in the air at this flawless plan.

Rarity’s voice was blatant as was her expression. “That’s not much different than hiding...”

Realising that she was right, but not willing to admit it, she covered the stain with an overused comeback. “It’s hiding...with 20% more style!”

Pinkie bounced in joy at her version of tree self-defence. “Oh! Oh! I know what I would do! I would use my supertree power to surround me with other trees, so no pony would know I was any different than the others….But then I could throw a super-duper-tree party and invite all the little forest animals so that we could play!” Pinkie bounced with enthusiasm at her idea.

Twilight stared at her with astonishment. “Th-Thats actually a decent theory, just with aggressive monsters, darker intentions, and a signal of some sort instead of a party!”

“I’m surprised we didn't notice the giant cave where it was sooner, then again we seldom went out there back then, it was so dirty and unwelcoming, in fact it still is!” An acute observation from Rarity.

Followed by another, made by AJ, “Actually, Ah wonder why the hay we weren't told sooner about that gosh darn tree, Ah would think the Princess would tell us before it became an emergency.”

“Well...” Flutters said. “None of us ever asked…”

Twilight disagreed. “I distinctly remember asking her that very question multiple times and now that I know she knew about it…” She began to mumble words of confusion about the subject, prompting it to end.

Eventually, the group made it to the old castle, abandoned until recently by six ponies. Said ponies approached the door without any heed to danger or courtesy to knock, and found the door locked as a result. “Huh?” lavender magic pushed the handle harder, it then gripped the whole door, it creaked and snapped, but not a single splinter came from the efforts.

“Did one of you girls set the bar lock?”

A snaking of heads filled the group with worry, except for one. “Well knock silly!” Without hesitation, the party pony knocked on the door.

Several hours earlier

There was a deep, low thud that came from a heavy foot making contact with the ground followed by another, and another. The castle walls shook slightly, but did not submit to the force of the approaching creature.

A Man, young, fit, and mature, stared at the ruins right, as he came to a halt. Commenting in his own thoughts.

Wow, who ever built this dreamed big, bigger than me.

Looking at what he could from the outside. His mind began to fill with relief. It’s a bit of a fixer upper, but it is the best thing I have found so far. Still... it looks cramped, he bent down and examined the door, clearly it was made for something smaller that's for sure.

Pushing himself back up, he stepped over the short end of the collapsed front wall. Thick boots crushed rocks and any miscellaneous debris, yet powerful legs weaved through the corridors and around walls. The ceiling was not high enough for him initially. He had to crawl his way through the castle in some parts but the sense of curiosity and wonder was more than enough motivation to keep moving forward. He then entered a more intact portion of the castle, which he could almost stand straight up and walk around in.

Looks bigger and more intact the further you go in, this is nice… , he gritted his teeth and squeezed his way through a tight doorway, thick cracks forming on the walls. But once he was through, the majority of the interior was so large that the giant could almost make his spine upright. Yet he had to be hunched over to accompany his height, and elbow room was fortunately acceptable.

Turning into a new hall he found was what appeared to be a long room where two different thrones sat at the end, one being blue, the other gold. The ceiling was high enough, the room to maneuver was decent, but that hardly mattered. A torn red carpet and dark pillars enhance the invoking emotion of awe, he took another gander around the room and shrugged.

Beggars can't be choosers. This room is probably the best I get in all the halls I’ve seen. I'm moving in!

Rubble was shoved to the side by his massive feet while he cleared the floor. Revealing the old red rug some more.

The Man looked to the holes in the ceiling and walls. There’s more room in here than I thought, this will work nicely, very nicely….I might be able to do some patch work with some greenery and rope, but thats another day.

He examined the arched corridors, the doors to other rooms being too small for him to enter. I could use these as little cubbies for storage, unless I find a room more apt to that.

The Man inhaled a load of air before releasing it in unstoppable wave of sneezes, maybe I could do a little bit of dusting later. Shaking his head and rubbing some dust off the edges of his nose, the giant, once again, took another glance around the room. Okay, I can search this place later, first I need fire, a source of water and food.

He unclipped a backpack of his shoulders and plopped it on the floor, he sat beside it and began to think.

The stream I found can be the source of water close by here, so long as I boil it. The food I have can only last a day or two. Then again, if the trees come up to my waist at least and everything else is downsized, then the wildlife probably is too. More hunting and effort for food. Gathering trees should be easy enough.

He sighed in a stress fueled frustration. A voice young but firm in its very nature grumbled in anger. “This was supposed to be a casual camping trip god damnit! Not full blown survival!” For the fourth time he looked at his surroundings, this time though in anger rather than awe. “Where am I?!” He asked no one in particular, he threw his arms into the air. “Who built this place? And why am I so tall?!” His arms fell back down to his sides, scratching the back of neck he grumbled under his breath. “Not like I’m not used to being bigger than most people, but this is ridiculous! It doesnt make sense...”

By the time he finished his rant, he made it outside and had confronted a tree. The man grabbed a large, long, and unusual tool from the belt. It was so unusual that it had no sheath, therefore, constantly exposing it’s blade.

At first glance, it looked like a basic shovel, but it wasn't merely a shovel. The head and the stem were composed of two halfs that came together in an obtuse V shape, then the head had sharp edges on the top and sides that were clearly made for cutting or digging. The handle was wooden and basic, yet unique in its shape to accompany one or both hands and give the user the flexibility to use it like an axe.

The Custom made Shovaxe

A single swipe from the tool cut through most of the tree before a pocket knife was used to finish it off. Ok, general rule with firewood, when you think you have enough, double your supply, then you have enough. Its a good thing I watch the Discovery Channel, or I’d be royally screwed! Ha Ha!

Keeping a positive attitude is an important step in keeping a steady mind, even if it does resemble that of a mad man. Poor emotions can cause bad or rushed decisions, never a good thing when emergency help is not a luxury. Going insane is not good either. Harmony is required between fun and seriousness.

The Man repeated this monotonous process, cutting away at the forest around the castle with extreme prejudice: chop, cut, collect; chop, cut, collect; chop, cut, collect…

However, a forest is host to a diversity of trees, some were taller than his waist, and required more effort, others were small enough to be pulled up by hand. In the end though, not even the biggest tree made it past his upper chest.

At some point he chopped a tree away causing a small dog sized monstrosity to come out and attack his boot. In panic and surprise, the feline was impaled by a sharp shovel coming down upon it. Thankfully the steel reinforced leather toe hardly got a scratch from it, let alone let the thing penetrate the surface. Well, whatever it is, it might be food, I’ll look at it back at the castle.

When he returned to the castle, the tool was holstered, the right arm carried trees and logs of various shapes and sizes, while the feft held two lion-scorpion-bat things found whilst deforesting the area. The second one tried to attack the shovel itself, before getting thrown into the ground by it.

An elegant looking pot caught the attention of wandering eyes on the way inside. It stood on a pedestal untouched by mother natures efforts to destroy it. He could not pick it up as his hands were full, it did make him think.

I should try to figure out who lived here, and if they still exist. Perhaps what little people were here moved on, or died out...who am I kidding, they probably would scream in terror if I came across them.

Trees were stuffed into a “cubby” as it were, and he sat down on the floor to give the dead animals a closer examination. I have no idea what these are, given their size the fight they put up was hardly anything...mmm...the bat wings are leathery, perhaps they could be of some use...I should cut of the tail, and maybe the head just to be safe.

I know eating an unknown creature is a big no no, but the fact that I found two may mean that they are quite common sources of meat. Again, beggars can't be choosers, but there should be a difference between smart and stupid.

I’ll only eat what parts I know are safe, like the heart, liver… He looked at the end of the hall where the thrones sat. I could try to construct a fire pit here, but I would hate to destroy what remains of this once glorious place. But survivalists can't be picky about these things, my life is on the line after all.

Setting the monster down, a hand reached for the backpack where he retrieved a used water bottle, half way empty. Hydration in the wilderness is one of the most important things to keep in check, and the remaining liquid disappeared down the large throat. Leaning against the wall, the nature’s music howled through the castle like an idle organ.

A sound was heard, the sound of something hitting wood. Not sharp and fast like a mere woodpecker, one of an indistinguishable tone. Sitting straight up, he heard it again. Its rhythmic, like knocking on a door...Oh right! This place has a front door! The little people must be here!”

Quickly, he scrambled to get back to the outside, leaving the bottle behind. Once he reached the spot where he could step over the front wall, his sight was greeted by some little, colorful creatures. There seemed to be six of them, but as for what they were was beyond him.

One thing he did know was that they were the cutest things he had ever seen. Evident by the large eyes staring intensely at him. He realized that the creatures were just staring at him with no sense of what to do, as was he.

Ok, well if they had the sense to knock before entering, and that it seems they’re pulling carts with, cleaning supplies? Perhaps they are the ones who built this, at this point I’m pretty sure I'm not somewhere familiar to home. Regardless, I’m being rude not doing anything but staring.

“Hello?”

The group before him took a step back as if hit by a gust of wind. The pink one however shouted something back at him, and waved her limb around in a playful manner. Apparently this behavior was deemed inappropriate by the others who sushed the pink one. This caused a heated discussion among the group as to what to do next.

It sounds like gibberish, but it does sound like a coherent language kind of gibberish, so they are definitely a form of intelligent beings. I'm wearing clothes and glasses, so that should be a good indicator of intelligence for them, hopefully.

Not sure what to do next, he returned the waving action to pink, and spoke again, with much more confidence. “Hello there!” It once again tried to wave back, but found the limbs restricted by a white companion. Seeing how this was going nowhere fast, the human took more action.

Stepping over the threshold silenced the area once more with a deep thud. Trying not to seem completely intimidating, the man crouched down before kneeling on his knees, reducing the height by more than half. The distance between them was about two yards.

Umm, think, how do I show that I’m friendly in a culturally universal way?

Hushed words floated around the colored midgets directed at manner to the yellow one, who spoke even quieter.

Eureka! A gift! Offering gifts of food or valuables has been a sign of peace in almost any culture, but what do I have?...I got fresh meat, nuts, beans, Chex Mix, dried meat, ummm, anything on hand?-YES!

Reaching into his back pocket, our protagonist pulled out a box of small candy.

My emergency supply of tic-tacs! Not ideal, but I hope they like orange flavor…

The new box popped open with a flick of a thumb, and a few shakes persuaded a small pile of tacs to fall in his hand, this hand was then stretched out to meet them partway. He knew full well that this would appear to be a more fitting for a dog, but given the difference in size, it made sense in his mind.

Predictably, Pink was the first to respond almost immediately, but this time it bounced in great arcs; putting it outside the grasp of protective guardians (who were now yelling at it again), and landing in front of the man’s palm. In a fit of panic, the blue one flew at impressive speeds to catch the resistant creature, but Pink dodged and ducked in what looked like a silly dance. The blue flyer ran into the wall in an amazing lack of thinking ahead, leaving the victor with the spoils.

Pink eyeballed the large orange candy, that was about as big as an apple, in awe. Bending down onto its belly, Pink leaned in for a closer look, curiously a single hoof reached out to the object and poked it. Seeing that nothing happened the creature rose back up onto haunches and raised an eyebrow, the little one looked to the human for guidance. The Man smiled and popped the cap, which he then tipped back into his mouth swallowing a few pieces. Getting the message the being beamed with delight and took the large candy into limbs and engulfed the whole thing in a little maw, but found the treat hard to chew. However, the critter started to suck on it, and a small “mmm” escaped closed lips.

Oh, my heart! It is so adorable!

Another one was taken, and another, each following an identical face of pleasure. Fortunately for cute receptors, his focus was on her design and appearance.

It looks female, judging by the eyelashes, otherwise men have some weird taste in fashion. The face doesn't ring any bells, but the hair, body and legs all resemble that of equine variety; just much more fictional and whimsical.

Hearing a soft flutter from the side, he saw the yellow one above his shoulder. He smiled, when it landed on his head. Why?! Why are they so cute!?! I can only take so much!

Little did he realize that the head was one of the safer places to be in this circumstance. He felt her toy with his black hair, not aggressively though, more like a petting motion. At this point I’ll just refer to them as females, less brain work.

Wanting to see her face to face, the other arm softly grabbed the little horse, who did not try to resist, but did emit a chirp of surprise.

When he brought her down to his field of vision, it was discovered that she was upside down in his grasp wearing a “put me down” face. He also discovered how much more cute this one was compared to Pink.

Feeling no more candy in his other hand he retracted it, only to find the thumb clenched between two pink little hooves that shook it pleadingly.

So you want a ride too?

Yellow found herself free, but Pink called to her from the perch on the man's palm. Cupping the hands together in a shallow angle for the pair to converse together on. Yellow landed and the duo happily shared words gazing at their new found friend. The two horses could barely fit in both hands with a few centimeters to spare on all sides.

In a flash of light, both disappeared and reappeared in a corresponding one right back where they started, he even saw that Blue retreated at some point. What just happened?

“Twilight, was that really necessary?” Fluttershy politely asked, and continued, “He may seem big and intimidating, but he really is such a sweetie.” Her eyes begged for an understanding.

“Fluttershy, no offense, but you say that about most dangerous animals,” Twilight was not fazed by this petty begging.

Pinkie interjected, “He’s not dangerous! He’s fun! What's yo prob with my big home dog?”

“Please,” Twilight begged, “don't talk like that, and I-well...I’ll explain once we get inside. Can you get him to open the door?”

“Sure!” Pinkie began to shout as loudly as possible, “HEY! CAN YOU OPEN THE DOOR PLEASE?!?” She pointed at the accused entryway repeatedly.

The giant nodded and held up a finger before getting up and heading back inside the castle.

“I dont know what that means but sure!”

Twilight sighed, “Pinkie, this is serious, he could be dangerous!”

This peaked interest in AppleJack, “How do you know? Seems awful nice ta me...”

Twilight rubbed her temple as best possible with her hoof, “We’ve dealt with giants before…they never turnout to be friendly.” She stopped rubbing and looked at her friends hoping to incite her reasoning. “He could be no different than the rest.”

Author's Note

Credit for the Shovaxe goes to YouTube channel Reallybigmonkey1 , who also has a video about making the one in the picture.

Huge credit to wonderful Editors: Dark Nebula and Silas

Leave constructive criticism in the comment section below.

Home Improvement

Chapter 2- Home Improvement

A painful sound of rock grinding against stone came from the door before someone knocked on it. Twilight opened the door and saw the rock in question that had presumably once been part of the castle ceiling or wall had been shoved to the side. The six mares began to enter the castle with Twilight leading.

The ponies gazed upward at the giant who was already retreating back into the castle faster than they could follow. With his back toward them, they could see in vague detail the Shovaxe hanging from yonder belt. The light gleaming off its aggressive shape made them blink twice, yet the tool was fascinating to the extreme out of the sheer brilliance in the design.

Twilight was paying less attention to the tool, but more of her scrutiny towards the rest of him. “His is one of the bigger things we’ve encountered, but smaller than a full grown dragon…”

AppleJack, a hard core farmer who knew her tools, was particularly entranced by this object. Her eyes grew wide in the wake of its magnificent reflexion. “I-Its beautiful… Ah've never seen a gosh darn tool like that…” Like a moth to flame, her body began to move faster.

Twilight set a hoof in front of AJ to stop her. “AppleJack, I’m not finished.”

“Oh, uh, pardon me.” The Apple apologised, slightly embarrassed.

"However," Twilight began, " he looks different compared to what we've seen." Twilight frowned as she began to mull over her thoughts. "His color scheme is bland, and his body is very bulky so strength may be his biggest defence. His facial features don't closely resemble anything that I can recall..." Twilight's frown twitched upwards into smile. "Oh sweet Celestia girls! This could be whole new species of a potentially rare animal!"

Rainbow looked down in embarrassment, “Oh no…”

Twilight grew a grin borderlining mad mare style. “This is so exciting! I must start my notes on them from scratch to avoid any oversights in biological variation or behavioral differs!” She pulled out a large note pad and quill with ink, from where is not worth asking. “I must write down everything!”

“Aaannnd she completely nerds out over it….” RD face hooved.

AppleJack shook her head, over whom was not known. “Can you continue, Twi?”

Twilight flapped her wings once to show her excitement, “Oh yes! Anyway, Fluttershy, what did his teeth look like?”

Not enjoying being put on the spotlight like that, she shrank back slightly. “Oh, uh...I think his teeth are of an omnivore…”

Twilight scribbled something down rapidly. Rainbow Dash vocalized the thought that ran through her. “Omi-what?” The fellow equines didn't seem to know either, judging by confused visages.

For the bookworm, it was just another learning opportunity. “It means he could, and should, consume food of botanic and carnivorous fare, although if he is truly civilized, he should always cook the living produce before eating it. This diet isn't as recurrent as an herbivore or carnivore, but it is one of the leading factors as a species’ diversity and environmental adaptability.”

Her tone became worried, “That said, I still think it would be best if we remain cautious, he could also be violent, or even peaceful.”

Because Twilight was leading she did not see her comrades look at eachother wearing more perplextion than before. Annoyed at this, Rainbow asked, “In laymares terms please!”

Her height of intellectual pride deflated by minds inferior to the ideas about the word diversity of her choice. “He eats plant and animals, but usually cooks the meat first.”

“Ohhhh…”

Pinkie Pie made the connection in this relation. “So, like a griffon, but one that does more cooking?”

“Well...sequentially yes...”

The thunder of heavy objects being moved and tossed about echoed off the ancient walls, bringing attention to a more pressing matter. Fluttershy voiced a comment of concern. “If he is making this place his home, I’m afraid of what he might do to the castle, it’s not exactly stable…”

Another rumble caused a small piece of ceiling to fall to the ground further down the hall. Reminding Rarity of certain... aspects... of the ruins. Her face turned into a vengeful scowl. “Also if I recall correctly, this place has an uncouth attitude toward newcomers as well.”

With no proper context the group was left bemused on the matter, apart from Fluttershy, who understood the misfortune Rarity had endured the last time.

Twilight continued her discussion, with a new topic. “I don't know what to expect, but I doubt we can’t get much cleaning done today, or ever, so long as he lives here.”

Pinkie bounced even higher in excitement, “Maybe he’s getting more of that orange candy! I love that stuff! It's crunchy like rock candy, but tastes like an orange. Although it looks like a large Haybeprophen pill!”

Rarity huffed, ignoring Pinkie and leaving off where Twi stopped, “We should at least find a way to get him to move, I for one have put too much work into these banners just to see them collect more dust in my closet than they already have!”

The rasp of wood and stone gradually got louder as they approached the throne room. Deep from within the Man could be heard, mumbling something to himself, tensing the air from the unknown damage being wrought.

Heads turned like a slow hand of a clock once the corner to the main room was in sight, and in reward of such anticipation, the scene was shocking.

The room was surprisingly clean and clear of any large rubble, the Shovaxe was set aside leaning on the right wall, and the Giant was resting against the left wall fiddling with tree shrubs in the old crisscross position. This way of sitting however could have not been more foreign to a mammal with four legs. A backpack lay beside him.

The rocks had been shoved into the space below the dual throne landing.

“Huh,” Twilight said, somewhat perplexed, “I was expecting something worse, but still, I don't like what he did with those rocks. The last thing I want is for him to ruin something so historically perfect...” The quill had already started to write in subconscious thoughts and commands.

Investigating the large tool, AppleJack and RD started to race towards it. Twilight panicked in the moment and yelled, “What did I just say about being careful?!” The Man looked over at the pair seeing their interest in the tool. However, his gaze returned to his work, and the sport pals continued to stare at the shovax. AppleJack shoved off Twilight’s warning, “No harm done sugarcube, he don’t seem ta mind!”

In detail the tool was basic, but to a small horse, it was a sight to behold. “What is this thing?” Rainbow’s voice was filled with fascination, not often seen as one of her attributes.

However, the Man did not seem to acknowledge the pegasus, and he continued to mess with the trees. A pile of leaves and smaller branches was forming on the ground by his bag.

“Hey! Im talking to you!” She got in his face, “Say something you giant ape!”

The eyes through the lenses glanced up at her. His voice spoke of an ominous warning about one's personal space towards hostile horses, but she lacked the ability to understand. All she heard was a deep pile of a complicated language her brain couldn’t even try and comprehend. “Oh yeah, language barrier...”

Twilight trotted up to her. “Not a problem Rainbow, theres a spell for practically everything!” Like the proud user of magic she was, her horn glowed with a gentle glimmer. But instead of a peaceful execution her magic was repulsed upon contact with the human and backfired on her, sending her to the floor on her tummy. “Ohhh, that didn’t feel good…”

Fluttershy flew up to aid her downed friend. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” She groaned while getting up. “But I think he rejected my magic...Or vise versa, I don't know…”

Then the quill and pad picked themselves back up again, and started writing faster than ever. “Immune to magic...Immune to magic!?” Twilight’s eyes widened. “Only a hooful of beings to ever have immunity are known! And they all live in the depths of Tartarus! That settles it, he must be a rare species of bipedal giants!”

Rainbow facehooved. “All I wanted to do is ask about the shovel, not have another egg head freakout!”

AJ laughed at the ignorance of her sport pal. “Rainbow, what this here tool is couldn’t be more clear if it were made of ice cubes! This here is ah shovel, that’s also ah axe! Clever thinkin’ ta come up with this.”

Rarity trotted up to the Man and felt the fabric of his shirt with her hoof, again he shot a quick glance before ignoring her. “Besides, thats no way to talk to a… Gentle… Thing...” It was a comment of respect, more for safety then for him. Her focus returned to the cotton.

“Mmm, machine sewed, but soft and fine…” Her attention switched to the pants. “Jeans, not trending right now, but they are popular with the outdoorsy type…Thick boots on the feet, but…The material these are made of...I’ve never seen it before…”

The boots were worn, but one could tell they were loved and maintained by a glance.

Before she was able to move closer, the legs shifted causing her to back up quickly. The shrubbery pile was placed on the side before great arms reached over to the pile of rocks and began to arrange them into a circular mound in front of the thrones; before placing trees, logs and the pile of leaves and twigs in the center in that order.

Twilight scribbled notes from what she could see, “He seems to be too engrossed in his work to really pay us much mind…” Her ears folded back as she knew full well what that was like.

Wanting to investigate and feeling it was safe, Twilight took off the ground and began to hover over his head, watching him carefully place everything in the right spot. Evidently, she was too close to his head for comfort as the Man carefully lifted a hand to lightly move the pony away from his ear whilst wearing a face of agitation.

Instead, not realizing she was annoying him with the sound of wing beats, the qrapid quill, nor invading his personal space, she switched to the other ear. Much to his further distress. Before the same action of pushing could be repeated, Fluttershy also found herself curious, and appeared where Twilight once floated.

If things couldn't get worse, Pinke appeared nearby his hands, and was hopping between them while he worked like it was a little game.

Cute, but not cute enough.

An average person would like to think they have reasonable levels of tolerance before getting legitimately angry. This was one of those people, who did have a reasonable capacity for annoyances, but anger and irritation are two different things. Similar, but not exact by any means.

Almost by instinct rather than by choice, the Man let loose a deep foreboding grumble.

Getting up, he brushed aside some trees in a cubby, revealing the corpses of the Manticores stored away. Dismissing the interjections of the ponies, the man reached into his pocket, pulled out his knife, and walked out with the bodies with his body crouched over.

Gathering on the now vacant space, which was surprisingly warm from the Giant, the team proceeded to react accordingly. Starting with Rainbow. “Did I see what I thought I saw?! Two manticores! He took down two manticores!”

Rarity followed suit. “I know he’s in a bit of a outdoor pickle, but still…” Her body shuddered at recalling the sight just seen.

Pinkie looked confused, “He sounded grumpy, was it something I did?”

AppleJack furrowed her brow, “I’m not one to accuse, but thats just unsettling.”

Twilight stared in the distance where he was once walking, the note pad having gone through many a pages already. “I agree, but I did warn you girls to be careful, now where’s he going?”

Fluttershy gave Twilight a potent reminder, “We’ve seen giants before Twilight...he’s odd, but not mean like a dragon or ursa minor…”

Dash made an more subliminal statement, “As for where he is going, I’d say going to clean the Manticore’s body of the good meat and bones, discard the waste, and then cook it with that fire pit.”

This unusually specific statement brought silence which demanded some form of explanation. “I met Gilda’s father once, he likes to catch his own meals.”

The silence felt satisfied, yet somewhat perturbed.

Twilight was the first to come to the obvious conclusion, “He’s going to light a fire in the Castle!”

Now Fluttershy says something, “He is kind of surviving out here Twilight, it is food for him…”

Twilight, despite the factor of whom she was arguing with, retaliated. “Well, can't you explain to him what our side of this?”

“I don't think so,” Flutters shuffled her hooves at the ground, “I can interpret what an animal is saying with its body language and emotion, but I can't seem to read him, because he acted open one moment, now he’s slightly more closed in…” Her shuffling was out of embarrassment for not being able to do her signature talent. “Besides he’s probably going to try to make this place his home,”

“His,”-Twilight gulped-“Home?”

AJ made a deadpan point, “Yeah, if it hadn't been made clear enough already…”

Twilight became outraged at such a thought, stomping her hoof in resentment, “That settles it! If he moves into the castle, then it will become more scared than it already is!”

“But Twilight,” Fluttershy reasoned, “he needs to eat…”

Rainbow took the side of Twilight in this argument, “Eat meat shmeat! He needs to leave! On top of that, we were here first!”

There was a mumble of agreement from the ponies, apart from Pinkie who was staring at where the man used to be, in an unnatural silence, before hopping back to his back pack.

However, Fluttershy would not stand for such blasphemy, such unfairness, such lack of kindness. The group slowly became aware that the shy pony had begun hovering in the air looking down upon them with a scowl none wanted to see.

The mumbles of agreement deflated into nothingness and the ears of the accused folded back in slight fear, realizing they had pushed off her opinion too long. “While I respect the desire to clean the castle, I will NOT allow this kind gentlepony to be kicked out of the castle! He desperately needs shelter more than we do! And to even jump to harsh conclusions just because he might eat meat is not fair or nice! We need to put his feelings into consideration before taking action!”

Having let off her steam, the mare landed like a leaf, but retained her firm posture incase anypony dared to object.

This declaration was followed by a polite set of apologies and self degrading shame. AppleJack, now having put a different set of consideration into his head, discovered another factor. “Girls, Ah’d say he could easily remove us if we dont find a solution fast...”

Pinkie found a steel cup, much to big for her. “I think I have an idea!”

Oh dear, I’ve made quite a mess...That was the first thought he got once the Man looked back at the rock (or boulder in anothers opinion) he used to butcher the manticores on. A spare small cloth used as a towel, emergency bandage, or in this case a way to carry the edible bits without getting ones hands more dirty than they already were, was being held in grasp on they way back to the abandoned ruins.

Those little horses won't like this, but I got to conserve my reserves. No way around it. Besides, father always said not to let any little things get in the way of important work…Of course “little” was metaphorical, but it fits in here perfectly.

He swallowed a sense of good will knowing what he might be putting the horses through, but then he spotted the pot again. Now with a free hand, the decoration found itself picked off the stand.

Fine dust covered the fragile artifact, but a single puff cleaned the surface. The pot was shaped like an upside down bell. The foot of the piece was hidden by the curve of the bell, creating the illusion of no base at all, but as noted when the Man looked under the pot, a base was most present.

Intricate swirls and lines covered the piece head to toe and the artwork was done with such expertise another illusion effect was created. If one stared at one spot of the piece, then moved focus to another spot, the whole design would appear to move as it it were alive before freezing again.

Truly a fascinating piece to be able to play a trick on the eyes...I will put this on a pedestal of on a collapsed pillar, it is something I can admire despite my size and maybe the little ones will get a kick out of it.

He turned the corner to the throne room yet again, holding his treasure in his palm. Before he could show them the entertaining bell, a disturbance in the picture before him had to be sorted. Three of the six only remained, with pictures, brushes, and brooms; all working hard to clean the place. There was a pair of banners above the thrones not previously seen, and now the purpose of the carts became clear. Tarps, new decorations, and little brushes...well I guess thats what the carts were for, but how did they get the tarps up there without the flying ones?

Despite the dust and age soapy water did age justice with a slight sheen. But the pile of rock made by hands looked out of place, and even insulting to the beauty of the hall. The artwork added some warmth to the room, and the banners did make the place seem more alive.

They want to restore their home, a home I wish to live in...but I can't bring myself to stay here if this is their rightful home.

Purple flew up to his face, but not uncomfortably close. Her hooves had brushes on them, her eyes had a countenance of benevolent regret, and her smile was endearing. The Man returned this expression.

However, if their behavior reflected the way they acted ten minutes ago...I’m gonna need a distraction...pottery!

Kneeling down, he placed the pot of into the side in an archway. Almost ludicrously predicted, Purple flew down to investigate what it was, and her retort caught the attention of the other two workers.

I suppose I should take my leave-Oh!

Pinks was found tugging on his pants, like a dog, prompting him to lean down, and he set his towel of meat aside. “What is it, my little pony?”

In his mind this was a simple play on useing horse. The Man did not know the significance behind those very words.

The little one chirped like a morning bird on steroids and drinking espresso, anxious about something. She then sat on her haunches and reached upward as if begging for a hug. By taking extra care he used too hands to carefully lift her off the ground, instead of the possible but uncomfortable one hand, she found herself sitting in his hands once more.

She then turned around and pointed down the hall toward an area not crossed. The man stood up as much as he could again and raised an eyebrow. His eyes wandered to where she was pointing, Is she trying show me something?

Sitting up straight, she seemed to shout a command for forward. Extending his left leg out, the man took his first step forward. Seeing that the small pink pony was pleased by this action, he smiled and continued onward. At every necessary turn, her hoof would wave in the direction for him to take. As he moved a thought came to his mind and he chuckled all of this reminded him too much of his smartphone navigation he’d use. Instead of a Personal Navigation System, I have a Pony Navigation System! I could make trillions! But why make trillions... when I can make...billions!

After a while of stepping over obstacles and accidentally smashing a few ancient walls. The duo arrived in large room, surprisingly much larger than the throne room, with an impressive set of tables which were slowly rotting away. Along the walls were windows that were missing glass panes, but the ceiling remained intact apart from the single hole where a decoration might have hung. The man examined the room eyes wide with astonishment, This... this must be the dinning hall! It looks just like the one in Harry Potter except it’s bigger... and slightly dirty.

A throne room is to be big for the sake of awe and power, but the dining hall on the other hand was built to hold large, hungry armies as well as foreign delegates. Not to mention it was also built to show off the beautiful architecture and pieces of art that once lined these gracious walls, but now lie on the floor in rotting frames. The human stepped towards a nearby stain glass window. Peering through the chipped glass he could see trees as far as the eye can see, the sight still breath taking as before. He stepped back away from the window. You know... His mind began to wander, I think this place can work, he began to walk around the hall. Push a few tables out of the way and gather a few curtains I can have my own bed... and over here could be a fire place! Oh, and this back room here can be another storage spot!

The eyes gazed through the glasses lenses and unto the small pink estate agent. The giant flashed her a tooth filled smile, “You deserve a reward!” The other hand snuck up behind her, and a hand carefully pet her. The fluffy mane, soft like a cloud. The fur, smooth and relaxing. The reaction, her jolting with fear but quickly melting into his gentle touch.

When the praising fingers stopped stroking over the praised, the pink pony frowned in disappointment and demanded more by rubbing her head against his fingers, similar to how a cat would rub against its owner. However, the box of remaining Tic-Tacs from before made up for that.

The recognizable box was retrieved from the back pocket yet again, and teasingly, he swayed the treats before the pony like a hypnotizer, and her eyes moved back and forth like a cat targeting its toy. Faster than the eye could see, the box was taken out of his grasp before he could blink. Greedily, she opened the box herself, and proceeded to pour the candy down her throat like a liquid.

The man chuckled at the adorable sight but was then interrupted when he felt a handle poke at his side. What he saw, the Shovaxe floating in a purple glow, caused him to jump a little. In this he almost dropped Pink and frightened the others as he almost fell backwards in surprise. Except for Blue who found pleasure in laughing fer flank off. He began to back away from it like it was a ghost. The hell is this?!

Purple flew up to him, and he saw her horn glowing, a horn he had noticed earlier. The eyes flickered back and forth from horse to tool, until the dots connected. Horn? Floating shovel...levitation? Which means...telekinesis? Cool... I think? Maybe somewhat disturbing...

At first, like any other person, he felt inclined to scold her for scaring him. Although he settled for a momentary stare of death, getting the message Purple smiled sheepishly whilst drifting away.

Rest of the day was spent in light hearted work, each left to their own. Ponies cleaned the throne room and the Man was left to himself to eat and work on his new accommodations. The hole in the ceiling overlooked a fireplace burning with the worst of the rudimentarily decomposing tables. One table remained as a worthy surface to be cleaned and used as a table.

Wanting to make sure all survival priorities are covered, walked about the room naming them off out loud.

“Fire, check, firewood, good enough for the night, water,–” He glanced at the boiling cup that was supposed to be for coffee, but it proved durable enough for boiling water. “–check, Food, tough as beef jerky but very satisfying, shelter.” He stopped short in front of one of the stain glass windows. “I need to make something to cover the windows. Time...” He instinctively looked at his wrist, only to realize there was no watch. “What the hell?” He asked out no one in particular. “I swore I’d broughten a watch with me, no seriously how could I’ve lost it...” He checked his surroundings seeing if he’d lost it. But to his avail nothing was in sight besides small piles of rubble; he sighed and glanced outside, checking the sky he mumbled. “I estimate it is five or six o'clock, not that much time for window covers, anyways,” He turned away and continued on with the list, “bedding, made of local shrubs, not my prefered choice but it’ll have to do.”

The giant stopped in the center of the room and glanced about, “Tomorrow, I’ll need start fixing the walls and acquire more food and water, and possibly think of better bedding options.”

He recalled the tent and sleeping bag were not with him, as those were already set up prior to-

Prior to something….I left them somewhere, but not ‘here’ metaphorically speaking, I can't recall, yet again, what happened. Shit, first the watch now this freaking happens! Taking some well earned down time, he laid down on the leafed bedding, allowing his mind to wander deep within his thoughts.

Damnit, these horses might have a connection, bothers me though. They’re friendly, no doubt about that, but if this world has such a thing as magic...The possibility that is the ponies’ fault is not out of question, as adorable and kind as they may be. I have shown them peace and, dare I say-uh-think it, compassion.

We could be friends, but I have no reason to trust them, all I can be sure of, is that we leave each other alone.

Well...I take that back, I have seen enough benevolence to trust them, as is likely they won't leave me be. If they come back on a regular basis I may have to trust them, and I recognize the intellect...

Pink is friendly and funny in her own way, but in that her outright open heart is...for lack of a better word...ignorant. Yellow was smart, she recognized from Pink I was nice. Purple was cautious understandably, but she is very nosy, a bit counterintuitive in that sense. Orange, not much to say about her other than the fact she loves my tool. White, took interest in my clothes, and her sense of style is fancy in my opinion. Blue, protective and possibly violent. I don’t like her.

The flickering fire was relaxing and it stayed strong thanks to the open breeze, but a unique noise cut through everything else. A clopping noise he had heard before. It was at the foot of his bed.

Purple was sitting there, watching him. How long was she there is a mystery, much like how big the notepad she was still using was. Nosy, and down right creepy because of that...I am creeped out by a horse smaller than my foot. It shall be known that all in this castle has no such thing as pride.

In a flash of teleportation, she was up by his head. “Or evidently no sense of personal space.” He made a mental note that teleportation was another ability of hers.

Now she was up in his face, big time. The hooves examined the Man’s ears, hair, nose, eyes, and all the while the giant heard a few mumbles of gibberish and felt her breath as she moved while having to watch the quill smoking from such rapid motion.

Now he could note the detail of a pony. Most wasn't anything note worthy, but the mark on her flank was intriguing. A butt mark...Like the purple pimpernel! Worthy is she as this must be the queen’s castle!!

To his credit, a straight face was worn at all times. Until, she stepped over his face to look at the other side, and fell on his lips. Fate won't give me another chance! FIRE! Like an adult playing with the child, a surprise belly raspberry was blown. In turn, she performed what could only be described as a scream of laughter: Terrified, but involuntarily tickled into hysterics.

It was followed that she attempted to beat him with her hooves had it not been for a quick hand to hold her. Berating while hitting him with the note pad seemed to be the remaining substitute, thankfully the mare forgot the Shovaxe remained close by.

Just goes to show, that in some cases, women never change no matter where you are...ow, ow, ow...jeez! She can put force behind tha-owch!

Author's Note

Dark Nebula and Silas are great editors who have made this story much better than before

If your still struggling with his height, we calculated some numbers and decided on 30-32ft, enough to hold a pony in one hand.

As always, leave your constructive comments below

Hand to Hoof

Chapter 3 - Hand to Hoof

A tower of literature stood proudly over the desk of Twilight Sparkle. It wasn't structurally stable, but the placement was temporary as always. Each book was chosen in context of the following: How magic works, Creatures of Equestrian lands, and candy cookbooks. The first two fit together in some form of research, but the cookbook was out of place, yet that is what she wanted, so the little dragon obeyed.

The owner of the library appeared in a flash of teleportation by her desk, startling Spike who was slaving over choosing the next book for the tower. Spike signed, disappointed at himself for being startled by something he should be used to by now, but put on a welcome smile for his friend. “Hey Twilight! I’m assuming you just came back from the castle, correct?”

Twilight looked at herself in various ways to try and see what might have given such an accurate assumption away, “Why, yes...I did, but how–”

Spike shook his head in a casual way. “You’ve been going there for the past two days spying on a giant, I figured today was no different.” Spike proudly tapped on the leaning tower of knowledge, causing it to wobble but it still remained standing. “These are all the books I’ve found on creatures, magic, and...candy...why candy?”

Twilight trotted up to her desk and sat down, making sure her posterior was nice and cozy on the pillow seat. “Pinkie wants to make a variant on the orange pill candies he has, so she asked me if I could find anything while she would try to recreate it herself.” Picking the first book from the top, it was revealed to be a book on magic. One she had read many times before, but that wouldn't stop her from reading it again. “To be honest, I actually like the idea of treating myself to one of those.” Twilight’s voice sounded fond of the orange candy in her memory.

This was a painful reminder to Spike that Pinkie did not save one for him, causing his facial expression to sag slightly. “Yeah, they sound really good…”

Cursing herself for bringing him down like that, Twilight tried to brighten his mood. “Tell you what, I can take you to him and maybe he will give you one. Sound good?”

Spike liked this plan. It sounded fun and it involved food. The only thing it needed to be prefect was Rarity, but that was an ingredient that was needed with almost anything Spike did outside the library. “That would be awesome! When can we go?”

Sparkle had already begun reading. “We can go tomorrow with the rest of the girls, I’ve been planning a proper course of diplomatic action.” The pages of her book flipped as she knew a certain page by heart, and had no reason to read it.

Spike felt slightly disappointed knowing he’d have to wait for tomorrow, but now that he knew Rarity was involved, the plan was declared perfect. Therefore he decided to change topics. “So, what did you learn from him this time?”

Twilight stopped reading for the topic that Spike chose happened to peak her interest. “Not much, Spike, today he was just trying to make more covers for the windows. Its surprising how dextile his digits are yet I wonder why he did not evolve with claws.”

“His situation of hunting and gathering is pushing him away from interacting with us. This is why I’ve organized a plan of action, I think it would better us to try and teach him Equestrian and offer him some help so he wouldn't be so burdened.”

Twilight picked up her research notes under her desk and shuffled through them, changing a word or two along the way thanks to a nearby quill. “My data suggests that he is a social mammal who may be the last of his kind from my observations on his many incoherent ramblings and my...previous encounters. So in turn, we need to be more social in order to become good friends!”

Spike wasn't so sure of this. “Are you sure he is social, or do you think he just wants to be left alone like you suggested before?”

Sparkle shook her head. “He is social, but I hypothesize that he has never seen ponies before, so he is just being cautious.”

Spike still wasn't so sure. “If he is friendly then you shouldn't have to hide from him!”

Her response was one she had explained before. “I’m not hiding! I’m just trying to observe his behavior in an unbiased environment! This is simply part of my research.” Done arguing, she returned to her book.

The baby dragon could do nothing more than walk out of the room to attend other chores.

When he heard his footsteps go down the stairs,Twilight took a deep breath and was reminded of a minor matter, “Spike, did you eat the last of the cheese by chance?”

“-BELCH-” Was the response.

“Humph, well that explains it.” Annoyed by his vulgar but masculine choice of communication, Twilight made a mental note to buy more cheese. That is, until a royal scroll popped into her field of view.

Spike held the scroll in his claws, waiting for her to take it. However, he did answer her enquiry. “To answer your question, Twilight...yes, I did eat the cheese.” When she did take the scroll, it was unfurled to reveal itself to be a message from her idol, Princess Celestia.

Sparkle read the message over, before suddenly leaping out of her comfy seat and scrambling to get books reorganized and the tower straitened and stable even though it will never be. Spike had already reorganized the shelves while she was away, thwarting his effort, but it was something he was used to. “Spike, she is coming!”

“Who?” He already had a good idea about who it was. After living with her for all these years, one can become quite adept at recognizing certain behavior patterns connected to certain events.

“Celestia! She’ll be here any moment!” Even as an ex-student, Twilight still went over the top whenever a princess was involved.

Spike ducked when a book flew over his head. He stayed undercover until a flash of soft white announced the arrival of the princess. Celestia stood proudly at the entrance to the stairway, and right behind her Luna teleported in a dark void. Both saw Twilight frozen in surprise with books in the same state floating over head in a stage of disorganization.

Spike, Luna, and Celestia took only one look at Twilight's face of absolute horror from the situation she found herself in and then glanced at each other in a “Typical Twilight” moment. Disregarding organization, all books were immediately shoved into an open slot clearing the atmosphere of obstruction, and a countenance of a happy awkward grin snapped onto her face in an instant.

She bowed in respect, as did the visitors, before asking meekly. “Hello Celestia and Luna, I wasn’t expecting you both here…”

Celestia smiled in her benevolent way. “I’m sorry the letter did not detail Luna’s company. It was a decision made last second.”

Her smile gave way to Luna’s intervention. “I’m afraid we can't afford to idly chat. Your letter detailing the appearance of an unknown species of giant animal demanded immediate attention. The description included with your letter doesn't exactly match with our records. Can we take a look at your research notes on this new creature?”

It had been a while since a princess asked to look at one of Twilight’s notes, but as a pony of inherent tidiness, she believed her work was still of great quality. “Of course!”

Celestia grabbed the papers with her magic and held them so that she and Luna could both peer at the information. They both mumbled words to one another in privacy whilst Spike and Twilight waited patiently for them to finish. It was at this point Spike believed it was safe enough to stand up again.

The sisters blazed past the pages at an alarming rate churning information around their lips like a vocal typewriter from Manehattan. Eventually Celestia looked up from the book with an unusual expression not seen often: Fascination. “Twilight, this creature’s description is something I have ever heard of.” Celestia quoted the text directly. “Its body is similar to a minotaur, but it uses two legs like Discord or a diamond dog.”

Luna continued the thought without skipping a beat. “As immortals who have lived in this world for thousands of years, neither of us have seen anything remotely close to what you have described. It is for this reason, that we both are intrigued by this...Giant, in your reference...yet equally concerned.”

Again the sister picked up the topic without even blinking, the smoothness of the switch between speakers was unnatural. “The last time a creature from lands beyond our own arrived here…” –The sisters shared a glance– “He tried to steal Equestrian Magic. We need to make sure that this giant is not a threat to our little ponies.”

Taking this as seriously as her fellow alicorns, Twilight stood up straight and succeeded in sounding noble. “Of course! My friends and I have made contact with him and know that he has accepted us as friendlies. His social approach appeared to be very traditional, so I can have the gang assemble some food and material to offer. He should understand it as a gift.” She turned to Spike, who was sitting on Twilight’s pillow watching this conversation transpire. Normally he wasn't allowed to do this but he knew that Twilight wouldn’t be thinking about that in this moment.

Showing that in fact she did think about it, Twilight purposely put her pillow away under the desk with Spike on it, making him plop on the floor. “Spike, get my little note pad!”

With haste Twilight sent letters to her friends via begrudging dragon fire detailing the importance and special guests who will accompany them on the trip to the castle. She had AppleJack pulling a cart of apples, corn, and carrots, and pies as gifts. Rainbow Dash was pulling a cart of rope, large tarps, and an equally large map. Finally, Spike had to carry ink, parchment, and the little note pad (which was anything but little) for more notes inside a little backpack.

Now gathered at the foot of the forest, greetings were shared from Elements to Royalty. At the sight of the goddess icons there was the customary bowing, followed by a more casual set of conversation from Pinkie. “Hiya Luni! Did you enjoy las–”

Her speech was cut of from a dark hoof covered with a royal horseshoe. In this Luna winked at Pinkie as if saying, “Lets keep that to ourselves.” Her response was a small fit of giggling muffled by the closed lips.

However, the damage was already done as Celestia noted this behavior. “Did you visit Pinkie last night, Luna?”

Her ears folded back in slight embarrassment but the smile on her face made it clear that the assumption was correct. “Her dreams are most entertaining…”

A long and mostly silent trek through the forest then transpired. Only this time the forest was alive and well with sounds of insects, monsters, and certain types of unique plant life. The forest of the supernatural was now in its natural state.

The main six and the Princesses stood before the Castle door. Celestia and Luna stared at the ruins with untold memories flowing back to them like a roaring river filled with unpolished rocks and broken thoughts. Opening the door Twilight led the way through the castle down the shortest path to the Dining Hall.

At almost every turn into a new room or hall the two siblings either looked at the area in a distant space or with faces of occasional regret. The emotion the pair shared was reasonable, it was the first place they had called their home so many, many, many years ago. Now it was nothing more than a largely forgotten collection of broken walls, ceilings, and profuse rubble.

Interpreting this emotion as worry towards the Giant, Pinkie Pie hopped into conversation. “You two shouldn’t be worried! I let him pet my mane…” At memory of the stroking hands her face softened and she began to cuddle into Fluttershy next to her, who could do nothing but humor the ecstatic comrade. “Ohhh, it felt soooo-gooood!”

Wanting to make sure that her former teacher was as comfortable as possible Twilight added to the topic. “He is really nice-” She suddenly became quiet as a thought to be spoken retracted back into her chest. In recovery her voice became fragile and cautious. “Uh...The sense of reason he has is very much like a ponies’...in that he understands a lot of traditional ways of communication without having to know the opposing language!” Her eyes darted around the room like a fly was buzzing around her face at the speed of sound.

AppleJack felt that something was at hoof in this pause of Twilights. “What was that you were gonna say?” When Twilight’s eyes continued to frolic and her mouth emitted a mumble too quiet to hear, AJ took comfort in to hoof. “It’s alright sugarcube, you can tell us if it helps the Princesses any.”

Embarrassment impeding her speech, Twilight tried to convey the event. “Well...after we had left him to settle into the Dining Hall two days ago when we first found him...I kinda took a close look at him while he was laying down...and I….” She gulped and spit out the truth in a burst, “I stumbled and fell over his lips from there he gave me a belly raspberry!”

Rainbow dash immediately burst into hysterics, causing her to almost fall over in the process. “Bwahhh-hahahahaaa!” And while the other ponies and dragon did not react quite as flamboyantly they partly restrained themselves in laughter.

Celestia giggled softly and put her hoof on Twilight’s shoulder. “The fact that he seems playful towards you is quite reassuring.” Feeling that she succeeded in making the princesses feel better, Twilight smiled.

Upon this reassurance Twilight began to proudly recite information out loud. “The five digits that branch off his forearm resemble claws of multiple varieties, but they are not claws. Each edgeless claw is soft and resembles that of skin, actually I have good reason to believe that it is skin, but I digress.”

Upon approaching the Giant’s lair heads peered around the corners to see if it was safe to enter. The Man sat upon a bed made of several large logs, rope, and tree canopy. His legs were in a way that one leg was crossed over another creating a slight brace for the hard backing of the sketch pad that was being drawn on with a large pencil.

His clothes appeared to be slightly different judging from the shirt changing from black to green and the pants were a slightly darker shade of blue.

The Man’s his immersion in his work appeared to distract him from the world around him yet again. Princess of the Day and the one of Night did not show an immediate sign of any outstanding emotion.

Twilight whispered to the ponies. “Just to be safe its best if we stand out in the open and call him out as subtly as possible. The last thing we want to do is startle him.” The company maneuvered into position as quietly as possible...

Until Pinkie could not contain herself.

Nopony knew how she appeared behind his boot without anypony noticing, but the fact remained that she was there. Everyponies’ heart skipped a beat when they saw this, but before an alicorn could pull Pinkie back, she said hello. “Hi! Its me Pinkie!” Her high pitched voice immediately caught the Man’s attention. “Remember me?”

He then spoke his language, and seemed content to see a friendly face again. Pinkie sat on her haunches and opened her hooves upward as if awaiting a hug. Hands hugged her before lifting the pony of the ground and placing her on his lap.

A welcome hand came to pet the pony who happily pushed into it like a cat in desperate need of attention. While this was happening the Man looked up to see a congregation of horses had arrived. Apart from the two bigger ones, he recognized all of them. Peering eyes scanned the newcomers up and down as much as possible from their current position.

In this, his hand froze, prompting Pinkie to bump his fingers. Drawing his attention again, Pinks rolled onto her back and pointed at her upper belly/chest with the biggest pleading eyes she could muster. “Tummy rub?”

Ask and receive. And receive did she get. “Ohhhh! Yesssss~”

So goddamn adorable! He heard Purple’s distinctive voice call over to Pink, who did not pay her any heed. Looking over to the ponies, the Man saw that they had returned with carts full of-Are those apples? And is that yellow stuff corn?! Purple presented herself and the newcomers with a wave of her hoof. In turn the guests bowed in greeting.

Those two are taller and more regal than White. Perhaps they are giving me a gift! And they brought their leader to make it formal! Thoughtful, but I’m just happy to see some friendly faces other than Purple spying on me for once.

Orange trotted forward and unhooked herself from the cart of food. Sadly for Pink, the Man stopped rubbing her and placed her back on the ground where she protested for more attention. Picking up the cart he noticed that the majority of the products were indeed apples. Picking one up with two fingers and chucking it into the abyss that is the mouth, the man chewed...as much as he possibly could.

Not much “meat” on these. The core is like a chunk of ground pepper but it feels like I’m eating a small cherry….this is really depressing…I can never enjoy the feeling of biting into a juicy apple and feel the liquid drip down my neck….He picked up a piece of corn and did the same. I can't eat corn like a typewriter in those old cartoons...or butter it up as much as I like...and the cob core doesn't taste very good either...he picked up a carrot. I never was too fond of carrots so no loss there. Regardless he ate it anyway.

The last thing that remained was a small grouping of- Apple Pies….One of my favorite foods...Grandma makes pies...She always insists on eating it ala mode with her homemade ice cream as well… that woman, always made the deserts herself...I...miss her already… He ate the pie like a small cookie. It tasted good, but not as good as the one in his memory.

Realizing he must look like a sad sap eating his cares away (and he did) in front of guests, he straightened up and showed his appreciation to Orange in the only way he knew how. By setting the cart down and giving her a dual hand petting. She seemed nervous once she found herself up on his lap like Pink. This made sense because only two ponies had ever been picked up before. All worries melted away when one hand stroked her back and mane while the other rubbed her belly.

However a flapping noise caused him to pause when Blue buzzed next to his ear like a humming bird. Twisting his neck to see her he found a large tarp almost as big as his shirt in her mouth. This was when the Man noticed the second cart full of other supplies. Orange yelled at Blue for ruining her petting session, but she merely scoffed back with a full mouth. Grabbing the tarp the Man felt tempted to leave Blue without a petting, but once she had a free mouth the pegasus darted away back to the group below.

Huummm… A tarp like this may prove to be a useful item, should it prove strong enough. Testing the strength of the cloth he carefully tugged on it harder and harder until he heard a small rip, prompting him to immediately stop. Looks like this will suit my minor needs nicely, how many of these are there? His inquiry was answered upon examining the second cart. Just two? I must make make these last then. And what’s this?

His examination revealed the other items in the cart. Inside was a rope that could also be referred to as a piece of sturdy string Rope? Well, more like length of twine but still its the thought that counts. The last item was paper and had inscriptions on it, upon completely unfolding it a map appeared in his grasp. A map! Is this the land that I now exist in? Looks nothing like home…

Purple happily flew up to him and pointed at a area made of dense forest southeast of a town. She seemed to be explaining something, but not a word was understood. I am going to assume that is where we are. Seeing the Man’s stagnant face Purple pointed at the same group of forest and repeated a word multiple times. Quickly she deflated in defeat and dropped down onto his lap where Orange still sat.

This barrier is, quite frankly, a royal pain in the ass! If I am to interact with these creatures for any extended period of time then I must learn their language… Ironically, I need to find a way to ask them to teach me… hmmm, lets try the only reference I have to a situation like this: that one scene in Tarzan… That might work!

Purple eeped in surprise when the hands found a new pony to carry. After being placed into one hand she stared at his eyes in curiosity. Liking the other hand he put it on his chest.

“Barin.”

The little pony blinked before the action was repeated. “Barin.” Cocking her head to the side indicated that Purple did not know what this meant. Perhaps something more direct? Grabbing his sketch pad from the side Barin quickly drew a tree upon the paper. The drawing wasn't bad, it was clearly a tree, but the haste in which it was drawn showed. Showing Purple this picture she still looked confused, trying to piece together what in the world the giant was doing, but the one who wore the golden decor did.

She called her name from the floor “Celestia.” Her hoof rested upon her chest plate in replication of Barin’s position. “Celestia.”

Barin attempted to pronounce the word. “Celfistia?”

“Celestia.”

“Shellestia?”

“Cel-es-tia.”

“Cel...es...tia?...Celestia!”

Celestia nodded her head in yes. In turn she tried his name. “Bear-gryl?”

“Barin.”

“Bar-shin?”

“Bar-in”

“Barin!”

It was his turn to approve of the pronouncement. His attention went back to Purple, who now understood what was happening and tried to teach him her name. “Twilight.”

Barin’s memory recalled that word being heard before in recent past, therefore he only need to try it once. “Twilight?”

Her rapid nods told him that it was correct. Adjusting his position in bed to lay down, taking the ponies on him and pouting them on his chest, Barin figured that he should get comfortable for this session of learning.

The one established as Spike ate a Tic Tac while Celestia chatted with her student. Yet it so happened that the only word Barin recognized from the talk was “Twilight.” By this point she had taken her place on his chest and did appear quite comfortable in her little nest of paper and cloth. Celestia stood next to her college during this talk, all the while taking care to not poke the petting hand over Twilight with her horn.

Pinkie was having fun with the rising and falling of the belly. Thankfully she wasn't hopping on it. Rainbow was making circles in the room trying to see how fast she could go in the enclosed area. Rarity was examining the old and dirty clothes from some days ago, and much to her noses’ demise, found the armpit area. AppleJack had gotten very board and was currently bucking the steel toed boot as exercise.

Fluttershy had found comfort sleeping on Barin’s forehead. Yes, on his forehead. He could feel the heat from her and the occasional twitch from dream induced events.

Without a watch it was difficult to tell how long they simply sat around and taught one another words. Time had passed by quite quickly, the sketch pad had gone through many pages of words ranging from apple to fan to mountain and so on. While these words were sticking like post it notes to his vocabulary Barin was determined to study the strange language before him.

The ponies had entertained themselves in the meantime by cleaning his den for him. They evidently had left the cleaning supplies back in the throne room and brought them out to tidy the space up a bit. From the Giant’s perspective the changes were minor and somewhat obsolete, but he could not refuse their help.

Barin’s stomach growled indicating the lack of nourishment it had received over the past days. Gah...Precious time lost...I need to get more water and then start hunting, the food they brought will sadly not be enough to support my nutritional demands.

Putting his pad down on the floor and reaching up to Fluttershy, he felt for her back but by mistake started to rub her lower belly. Unknown to the human this is actually a sensitive part of a horse's body, in a tickleish way. Instead of a calm and peaceful wake up call he felt her hooves thrash and an indistinguishable sound of laughter.

Not expecting this Barin tried to lift his head to get a better view, but instead caused the mare to roll over his glasses, much to his despair, and land on the upper chest where the pony found her bearings. Hovering above him she then softly “booped” his nose playfully before backing away.

Glancing at Twilight again one could tell she was half listening to Celestia and Luna who were amused seeing her clock-out of reality and melt into the stroking hand. Her tail flicked to and fro while the ears twitched in ecstacity whenever the head received a small scratch. Her notes were still active though but appeared to be in a lucid state of zen. Not known to Twilight her thoughts and emotions were being transferred into the quill. This would become a good foundation for Spike’s antics later on.

Is she nosey? Yes, and she will always be. However it appears to be all in the name of research, and personal gain it seems...I digress, this mare-actually-almost every mare in this room is of good company, so long as they don't appear in the middle of my work at least. Alas I have delayed long enough. Survival is survival.

Barin waved his hands at the opposed. “Shoo! I have work to do!” The alicon sisters got the message despite the lack of any recently shared words, but Twilight seemed determined to get more attention.

She refused to move, looking upward with closed eyelids in protest. “No!”

Gently he nudged her flank but the tail whipped at the fingers like they were flies. “No!” She continued to refuse.

Taking this vocal statement he threw one back at her. “Yes!”

“No!”

“Yes Twilight!”

She shook her head in defiance. This is a new side of her, resentful and stubborn to the bone to get what she wants. But I have a clear advantage…

As quickly as possible, he shot up from the laying down position. This launched Twilight into awaiting hands. Now your punishment! HAHAHAH!

Seeing herself in belly up position, it immediately clicked into her head what was about to happen and in panic did not think to teleport away. A poor mistake for such a dutiful mare. She yelled in pleading while flailing helplessly. “No!-No!-No!-No!”

RASPBERRY! FIRE TWO!!!

There was a scream of laughter. It rang long, loud, and clear…

Author's Note

You know when you write something that puts a smile on your face as you're writing it, I experience that with some of these scenes.

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Integration

Chapter 4 - Integration

Canterlot. A big metropolis made of raw magnificence and filled with those who could afford it. Where two of the four alicons rule with benevolent power over the land within great castle walls unmatched by any other. Inside the palace, the four mentioned princesses had assembled in a rare congregation. It was not often that the alicorns found themselves all in the same room these days, but it was for a good reason.

They stood in the throne room of Canterlot Castle, having dismissed the guards for the sake of privacy. Barin’s existence was to be kept secret as reasonably as possible. This was established in the letters detailing the meeting, for the risk of public interference and fallacious influence had to be avoided.

The majority of attention was focused on Twilight, who was addressed by Celestia. “Princess Twilight, the three of us have discussed the recent discovery of Barin. He has shown kindness and intellect, and we think it is time we develop on our relationship as a species. But first, how has he been?”

Twilight rubbed her chin with a hoof in an effort to recall recent memories. “Barin is very eager to learn, and his Equestrian is steadily improving, but no matter how much food our carts can carry it isnt enough to feed him. To that extent he also refuses to eat grass or flowers...” She winced at a gruesome memory. “I once witnessed a manticore meal…he appears to have table manners, but I can't quite bring myself to closely examine...” She shook her head to clear away bad thoughts.

Having broken away from mental recalls, her speech shifted tones to accompany more formal prowess. “After research I found that meat has many proteins and fats not found in most greenery. This might be why he is an omnivore. The problem is trying to find a decent supply of food before he depopulates the wild life…”

Luna smiled, seemingly dismissing Twilight’s concerns. “Twilight, the ursa majors are greater beings than Barin. If they can live off meat then so can he.”

Twilight corrected Luna. “Ursa bears hunt dragons, serpents, and hydras. Barin is big, but not that big, let alone be able to take one on in a fight.”

Luna’s eyes went wide in slight embarrassment and her smile vanished, but her speech did not flounder. “Then I guess that is another issue for you to overcome.”

Cadence shared happy words of anticipation. “While I have yet to see, Be-arin…”

Twilight corrected her. “Barin.”

“Right, Barin, It sounds like he can be trusted. Perhaps even useful…”

Twilight tilted her head. “Useful? What do you mean by that?”

Celestia inhaled lightly. “As you are aware, most creatures that dwarf our size have been, more often than not, hostile towards us. This is an opportunity to show the ponies that not all the giants in this world are bad.”

Luna picked up the command. “In short, we want you to integrate him into Equestrian society. Along with being a good friend to the ponies around him, his presence and allied aid can offer protection or help to a whole town in need.”

Cadence tried to soften the blow evident on Twilight’s small pupils by putting her wing over Twilight’s back. “I know we are asking a lot of you this time, but the Elements are the only ponies Barin knows to a point of comfort. Besides, this will be good training in calming the general public around something they fear, and sharpen your diplomacy skills.”

Those last words stuck with Twilight. The ponies of Equestria can be very prejudicial, if the Zecora incident has anything to say about that. The new task ahead was not going to be easy.

Twilight trotted to one of her daily lessons for Barin. In tow was AppleJack and Rarity, who were helping deliver more supplies to him. Sadly, a lack of meat was apparent, yet it was not surprising in the slightest. Meat is simply a product not found in large quantities in a land of mostly herbivores. Instead, more apple based goods were underway, courtesy of AppleJack.

Twilight had explained to her friends what the other princesses told her. “As much as I would like to think that this will be simple, there are many problems to this integration assignment. The language barrier is not a huge one as progress is being made, but the supplies of food will simply not be enough…” She shook her head in an effort to make sense of it all.

AppleJack did not help the situation any by pointing out more issues. “That and the town folk won't give a warm welcome to a big hulking giant. Ponnyville, of all towns, has had, what? The Ursa attack, the Dragon smoke, the Hydra that looms inside the swamp, uh...well he don’t really count ‘couse he stays away, but ah’ve still made my point. Bigguns don't mix well with ponies ‘round here.”

Rarity on the other hoof tried to support her friend. “While ponies may be close to judge him merely from his size, I have no doubt that as soon as they see his soft side, they will welcome him with open hooves! After all, who wouldn’t love a giant that is both civil and stylish! Even if it is a bit of rustic attire.”

AppleJack rolled her eyes when she mentioned his clothes again, and mumbled under her breath. “Again with the clothes.” She then spoke to Rarity directly. “Style shmyle, what are ya gonna do? Make him a whole new set of clothes?” The actual thought of such Rarity making clothes bigger than her store made her laugh. “Hahaha! Ah’d like ta see that!”

With designer pride filling her, spite took over the argument. “Maybe I will! At the next Gala he will be in the biggest and grandest outfit you will ever see!”

“I’ma hold ya ta that!”

“By all means!”

Silently, Twilight added another note to the list of ever growing problems to gather large quantities of fabric as they approached the hall.

Barin was not found inside the hall.

Twilight flew to his bed. “It’s not warm, so he must have left some time ago.” She looked towards the sky through a window, estimating the time of day to make sure she wasn't mistaken. As usual, the sun was positioned at its midday peak in the sky. “He is usually here around this time of day.”

She looked at the fire pit. It was relatively calm but the mountainous pile of wood situated at side of the room indicated a decent supply of fuel. “Not out for firewood, so he could be hunting. Zecora says that the manticores are steering clear of an area around the castle, so they must be adapting to the new predator in the area already.”

As she said this, Twilight moved to the other “doorway”. Instead of going back through the shorter portions of the castle just to go outside, Barin converted a largely damaged window into a shortcut to the forest using some brute force and the shovaxe to bust out some stone, and utilizing the largest trees he could find to make a small ladder. Said ladder was crude and simple, but it was able to do the one job it was made to perform. Instead of a door, large tarps that were “borrowed” from the throne room’s cleaning supplies were fastened together with a strong silver tape not seen by pony kind.

Unhooking themselves from the carts, the other ponies also looked around the room for him. Despite the fact that there wasn't any place for him to really be hidden. The walls were now largely patched with wood and tree canopies. Most, if not all, of the large rubble was no longer littering the floor, making the room more homely.

The eyesore of the otherwise plain room was an area off to one side by the fire place. Dried blood from the many manticores that had been spilled during consumption and the occasional last touch of cleaning. The ponies knew of the spot and its purpose, but it was not spoken of and instead ignored.

The sketch pad lay off to the side of the room near the back. Investigating said pad, Rarity came across drawings. These were not word drawings, but an unfinished diagram or map. “Oh! What could these be of?” Not bothering to figure out her own question out of curiosity to the pad itself, she flipped more pages. One after another was a sketch of some type of house or room. “Odd…”

Without context, Twilight assumed that Rarity was referring to Barin’s absence. “I know, odd...Where could he be?”

A voice of malicious intentions came from the cart of apples. “You seek the Giant? I know where he is…”

Without thinking the ponies knew who that voice belonged to. “Discord!”

A humble laugh of madness came up from the cart in the form of a floating apple. “Hahaha!” The fruit then poofed into Discord who was wearing a simple white wig and a suit with a tie. He also held a stack of large cards with him. “Oh but I’m sorry, that answer had to be in the form of a question. Better luck next time!”

None of them were thrilled to see Discord, as AppleJack made plain. “Why are ya here and not hav’in tea or something at Flutters?”

The disguise disappearing, Discord gave her a perfectly good reason with his arms in the air. “No reason, the best kind of reason of all!”

Twilight didn't believe him. "Have you made contact with him?"

"Oh heavens no! I heard of him through Fluttershy.” Discord was now wearing a safari hat. “Of course I couldn't resist the urge to see if what she said was true! I saw him yesterday and a few minutes ago on my way here."

Rarity huffed slightly. "Humph, well where is he?"

"You will find him at the river slightly north from where the castle path leads."

I hope this water is deeper than it looks. Otherwise this will be an utter waste of my time.

Barin looked into the calm river at his tanned bare feet. For the inconceivable blue hue that it had, it didn't seem that clear. Of course, his glasses were removed from his face as to not get them wet. His minor prescription meant that most things were still clear and in detail, but were not crystal clear. Testing the water, he positioned himself on his belly, and reached an arm into the water.

It was deep and cold. “Oh! This is not going to be nice!” In reality it was a bath, but most are not accustomed to cold water such as it is found naturally. Sitting up, he sat himself at the lip of the liquid.

I haven't actually done something like this before, but I think I’m overdue for a bath. Behind a nearby tree Barin found his black shirt and blue Jeans. In the back pocket of the jeans, he retrieved a bar of unscented soap. Well...first time for everything…

He hesitated at the waters edge, knowing that what lay below him. Bracing himself for a cold bath, he let the legs fall into the water. “Cold!”

Pushing his mind over the edge of fear, he allowed himself to slide in. “O-O-H! Jesus!” Thankfully the river floor could be felt once the water reached his waist, but he wasn't thinking about such things at the moment.

He made the wash quick, but thorough. “So cold!” In his haste to clean himself the bar of soap slipped from his grasp. Time slowed for Barin as he frantically flailed his arms in an attempt to catch the bar, as the bar slowly made contact with the water. Barin released a disappointed cry as he stared at the point of entry. As time caught up to its original speed, Barin stood there, silently, his gaze never breaking from where the soap originally was. He inwardly sighed as he knew what had to happen next.

I need to go under.

Barin raised a fist to the air and grumbled his anger. He cursed whatever God that had casted such mundane bad luck upon him, and stomped his foot once. This was ended by the feeling of the bar making contact with his heel. He stood totally still, finally snapping to his senses and realizing that thrashing about would only cause it to move down river.

Barin released a frustrated breath, Well damn, I needed to wash my hair anyways.

The water was still freezing, but pushing his angst to retrieve the bar aside, and he took a deep breath and quickly dove.

Upon fingertips making contact with the soap, a white flash engulfed Barin’s vision. Around him he could hear the roar of rushing, violent water that slammed into him; Barin lost control of the bar and fear rammed into him like a bull when he felt his mouth and lungs fill with rancid tasting liquid that desired to extinguish his life; faintly he heard a voice of a man desperately screaming, “Help! Somebody help–”

Immediately Barin shot to the surface.. Shit! He felt his heart racing like he was running from a bear. The tides he created splashed against the green shore but the prize remained where it was at his heel. The hell….was that...

He stared at the water with new-found trepidation about being within it. His breath condensed and his stomached lost the appetite it had for the past few days.

He let himself stand there until the body calmed down, knowing that the soap still was down there. Barin wanted to climb out: to leave the bar there return to his new found home and forget about what had just happened. The sound of the river softly flowing around him seemed to taunt his emotions, daring him to delve back into the unknown. A breeze came in and the skin shivered in response. Ok, hypothermia is an issue, just let me get my soap.

Without any other choice he tried again, this time he did it quickly and in anticipation of reliving whatever memories those were. No horrifying screams or images of violent water came and the bar returned to the surface as well as his short soaking black hair. With his heart racing and panting like mad, Barin stared at the bar, somewhat angry at an inanimate object for putting him through such a frightening ordeal despite the absurdity of it all.

He dropped the bar on the shore without looking back, and heard it make impact on something other than soft grass. “Ow!”

Barin’s heart sank. Whipping his head at near lethal velocities, he saw Twilight partly stuck under the bar. She tried to stand up, but found her horn wedged into the brick of suds from the impact. With a tug, she was free, and a sharp noise indicated that it was now squeaky clean.

Naturally, privacy instincts kicked in and Barin quickly sidestepped behind a shore side tree, concealing the majority of him. “You ever heard of knock–” Barin stopped himself at the realization that there are no doors. “Have you ever heard of privacy?” There ya go.

Ignoring her subby head, Twilight looked happy to see him. “Hello! Barin!”

“Hello...Twilight…”

“Follow!” She waved her hoof back to the castle.

“Out!”

Now Twilight was confused, not at the word, but at the hostile tone. Regardless her business persisted. “You're late for your lesson, get out and dressed!”

He could tell that she was still demanding his immediate accompaniment. “No.” An arm still damp from the water reached around the canopy and tried to shoo Twilight away, but instead got her slightly wet.

Now irritated, Twilight refused to back down. “I’m not leaving until you get out of the water!”

“Nein!”

“Now Barin!”

In defiance he shook his head. “You can’t make me!” To make her own point, Twilight flew up to his face and prepared to demand once more. However, Barin blew a gust of air to push her away.

The smells that came from the maw were indescribable in that there was no scent to relate it too, but it was most certainly unpleasant. The polluted air seemed to cloud around Twilight’s face like a swarm of bees as she gagged uncontrollably.

Evidently, of all the things in the backpack, Barin could not find his minty toothpaste.

Twilight’s attempt to fly back down to the shore to dunk her head in the water, in an attempt to wash out the sticky stench, was hilariously ungraceful. Watching a horse fly and dry-heave air in a fit of disgust at the same time caused Barin to inadvertently laugh out loud.

Once the poor mare reached the waterside, Twilight plunged her head in. Her head came out cold and dripping with her mane blocking her vision and a mouth full of river water. Thankfully the smell had retreated away from her nostrils, but it was now that she realized the water she held was likely containing runoff filth from Barin’s body.

After violently spitting said filth out, Twilight was getting more than frustrated from dealing with nauseous wind, and feeling almost powerless in her task of forcing him to leave the water.

From Barin’s point of view she began to bark at him for blowing his unwelcome breath in her face. Of course over ninety-five percent of what was spoken flew over his head.

I dont have time for this, Barin thought, I’m losing sense in my toes. Throwing an arm back behind him, Barin thrusted forward and sent a wave of cold water barreling toward Twilight who could not see this before it was too late. She momentarily disappeared under the waves.

“Gaaahhhh!” Once the water cleared Barin saw that Twilight had been pushed back a whole foot and was drenched in water. Her tail was flat to match her mane and the fur became glossy in the sunlight. Furthermore he saw her cough up some of said water and gasp for air.

She stood shaking from the chilly dunk.“Alright! Al-Alright! I’ll l-leave you alone!” Clearly peeved at him, she retreated briskly while mumbling under her breath.

Feeling a little bad for inadvertently shoving water down her throat, he made a personal promise...That deserves an apology...

He emerged from the depths of the river and dried himself with one of the cloth tarps. As he got dressed in clothes washed yesterday, his stomach quaked in despair for the fourth time that hour. I know, I know. I have a meal ready back at the hall for you. That reminds me, I should really coin a name for those cat things.

He made his way back to the castle carrying his other clothes with the shovaxe occasionally bumping a tree as it swung from the belt.

Lion, scorpion, bat...Li-scorp-at? Bat-orp-ion? Scorp-bat-lion? That could work. Scorpbatlion. I will have Scorpbatlion for dinner. Meh...I’ll work on it….What is that smell?

CRUNCH

Glancing down he saw that a pack of wooden wolves had appeared in his path. He had encountered these stinkers before, and they usually ended up finding themselves crushed under a large boot. In a cruel way, it was like harassing large insects, but the sounds they make are much more satisfying.

“You know, for a bunch of canines, you guys never seem to hear me coming.” Not in the stomping mood, Barin continued onward while the pack tried to avenge their fallen brothers. Barin heard tree snapping, dog growling, and the sound of rustling branches.

The castle came into view and so was the small pathway to the ladder.

He then heard a much deeper growl, indicating a bigger animal. Looking behind him, Barin saw a frightening sight. A timberwolf had evidently grown to impressive heights and was standing ten feet from him. The wolf had grown to the point where it was at upper chest height. Its face, while still wolf-like, was wearing a distinctly menacing countenance.

Barin had the sudden feeling of karma for all the wood wolfs he had encountered/squashed before, and his body was already entering fight or flight mode from this emotion. “Oh... shit.”

The wolf growled one more time and flared its glowing eyes. The reality of the situation hit Barin into a state of panic as he scrambled to unholster his weapon. The clumsy fashion in retrieving it was all the pitiful fear the wolf needed to see.

By the time Barin’s gaze looked up with the shovel in his stiff grasp, the wolf had charged toward him in great bounds, intent on taking down the prey with extreme prejudice. Having no time to formulate a counter, Barin raised the shaft in a defensive stance and braced for impact.

Opposing jaws snapped onto the steel shaft and the force of the impact nearly knocked Barin over, but the wolf yanked on the shovel in an attempt to tear it away. In this the wolf nearly caused him to then fall forward.

Barin’s thoughts were scrambled and he was unable to formulate a plan to save himself from his attacker, instead he reacted on nothing more than his gut feelings while his emotions of fear was hard boiled into nothing but primal rage.

The wolf released the tool seeing that its foe was unable to quickly regain balance. With a leap the beast was now facing the backside of the now vulnerable prey, suddenly the tall creature warped around inadvertently swinging the shovel.

The wooden monster leapt backwards avoiding contact just at the last second. Giving Barin moments to catch his breath. His anger now driving him to charge the wolf screaming and hollering with not a single thought on his mind. His actions held no other meaning or weight, instead his thoughts were purely focused on thwarting his enemy from defeating him. The time he needed to convert his fear into the drive to fight. Again, Barin’s actions were purely instinctual and not graceful nor strategic, but now he was aggressive.

He jabbed at the wolf who simply moved to the right and lunged again. Barin turned his back towards it and tucked his head down defensively.

The beast pounced onto Barin’s back. Its jaw clamping down on his left shoulder just at the base of his neck. Barin cried out as its teeth penetrated through the shirt and into flesh. Reacting entirely on instinct Barin reached back and tightly grasped his fingers onto a patch of moss, and he flipped the wolf over his shoulders.

The canine landed fiercely on its back, a tremor shook the earth. Primal rage and instincts told Barin that the brute should not be given a chance to stand up, that it should die where it sat. He blindly pounded the animal like a savage. Just like he did with its minuscule young.

Its skull shattered sending a cascade of splinters in the opposite direction of the boot’s force, it’s lower jaw snapped in two, allowing its green leaf tongue to dangle aimlessly out. As he did this, Barin shouted vigorously. “Die!” With each word his foot dismembered the wolf. On the last he gave a mighty kick. “You! Son! Of! A! Bitch!”

The monster was left in shambles. Its head was a pile of broken wood and the body was missing a large portion off the side from the finishing punt. Barin began to slow his rapid breathing, and not a sound could be heard in the forest. He then gasped when he noticed small shattered pieces reforming. “Oh now that’s just cheating!”

Quickly he picked up the shovaxe and began to swing downward madly. As pieces came together, a smash would tear them apart. Again he smashed the beast. And again. And again. His movement became sluggish from his wounds that were now making the hissing pain apparent. Every heave, every swing, hurt more than the last.

Getting desperate, one thought of logic finally came through the wall of rage and agony...Just run, if it is made of wood than it should stay away from the fire…

Barin had never ran so fast in his life. The wolf had never felt so humiliated in its life.

Discord looked at his handy work. A series of bandage wraps covered Barin’s beaten backside, each one labeled with weird and goofy patterns. For instance, one strap was done in a cotton candy cloud design, and for the sake of subtlety, the shoulder patch was left blank in order to fool Barin into thinking things were normal. He could feel the death stare Twilight was giving him, but he didn't care.

Twilight knew this, and directed this irritation into a sentence. “You know, since he doesn't know you he may not realize that it was you who healed him, but me instead.”

Discord’s smile grew bigger, not ashamed in the slightest “That is perfectly fine by me!”

Barin turned his head around to Discord before directing his attention toward Twilight, who was still glaring at a certain god. A finger pointed at Discord.

“Yes.” Twilight dryly answered. “Friend.”

Wanting to be formal, Barin extended his hand to Discord, while the other hand felt the new decorations on his back. “Barin.”

The draconequus happily took it with the lion claw. “Discord, pleasure to meet you!” Once the shake was over, Barin went to retrieve a meal hidden behind the pine trees. In perspective, the smell of the large amount of trees was predicted to be enough to mask the dead body smell.

Discord leaned over to AppleJack who was helping Rarity repair the shirt. There was, of course, not enough material to patch it completely, however Rarity used what she had to the bast of her ability. Like she said when asked about her odd choice of emergency supplies: “One never knows when a situation such as this comes up, darling.”

AppleJack glanced up at the god, who was wearing a smug face. “You know, in the first few seconds of us meeting, he has been more polite than you ponies typically are towards me.”

AJ responded with slight annoyance in her voice. “Pointing them things out migh’ not change that.”

Rarity took the wise path of ignoring Discord and commented on what transpired minutes earlier, as she weaved the fabric back together. “I’ve never seen a timberwolf that big before…”

They saw most of the fight. Discord was eating popcorn while it happened, but he had plenty by the time it was over. Where it went was only known to him. “Shame though, didn’t last long, I thought the fagot wood put up more of a fight.”

Not one to support vulgar language, Rarity shouted at Discord. “Discord! I thought you had some sense of decency!” His only response was a giggle.

Followed by AppleJack. “I didn't think you would drop such words!”

Twilight, however, explained why to her friends this use of words was not completely out of order. And also shed light on why Discord was now laughing so hard. “Girls, fagot also refers to a bundle of sticks typically used for firewood.”

It is at this point Barin returned to the fire with a large reptilian carnivore of respectable size and prowess. This shocked all the ponies present. “A cragadile?!”

The cragadile is a rare and dangerous beast of the Everfree forest. Named for its rocky and jagged skin, it used to stay hidden alongside rocks or in ponds for weeks at a time. The head filled with numerous teeth that lay inside massive jaws was missing from the body.

A tarp gifted two days ago was tied in a bag that hung from his hip. The shade of red that soaked into the cloth indicated where the organs were. Barin had a big smile plastered upon his face, happy to have something new to eat.

Twilight had gotten partly used to the cooking ritual, but her friends were still disgusted by the sight. They looked away with sour faces.

Discord teleported to his shoulder, startling Barin slightly. Being able to eat anything of course, the god could sympathise with cooking fresh meat. “Allow me my omnivorous friend!” With a snap of his talons the bag of meat disappeared with the edible parts appearing on the ends of sticks overlooking the flames.

Easily able to connect the dots, Barin smiled at Discord. “Thank you my friend!”

While he did not understand Barin, Discord understood the tone in his voice. “You are very much welcome!”

Approaching his bed, he collapsed upon the structure and hissed at his wounds before he released a breath of exhaustion. Wanting to relax and make things up for Twilight, an arm reached for her.

Discord laughed while lounging on the backpack munching on Tic Tacs. “Haha, you’re like little dogs to him!”

Begrudgingly, Twilight was scoped up. “It may seem that way, but it might just be his form of social conduct with his own kind.” To reinforce the assumption, Twilight found herself in both hands of bliss, the best apology and source of repayment Barin could provide without saying “sorry” and “thank you”, both words still unknown to him. “Besides…I...can't ...complain…”

AppleJack looked at the purple pile of attention hogging mush relaxing on Brian's chest. “Aaand she’s gone. Again.” AppleJack gave a sympathetic shrug. “Not that ah blame ‘er.”

Actually curious to Twilight’s tranquility, the only other male in the room appeared next to Rarity. “How ‘out of it’ is she?”

Rolling her eyes, she answered. “Very much out of it. I doubt she can hear what we’re saying.” However, something bothered her. "Are you not worried what Barin will do once he discovers your medical decor?"

Discord smiled. “No, of course not! ...Does he pet you too?”

Rarity gently brushed her mane. “The only ponies he hasn't fondled is me or Rainbow Dash. I personally would rather not have my mane and fur ruined by dirty hands.”

Discord made a mental note of this. “So, I hear that Twilight is to help our friend here adapt to Equestrian society...”

The ponies nodded respectively.

His smile was more in anticipation as reflected in his giddy voice. “Oh, how fun that will be! I can just imagine the town going into widespread panic while I’m standing on the sidelines selling Ricolt-a and wearing a funny hat!”

AppleJack however, tried to get something good out of this talk. “Well, would you possibly know how to do it? Without causing a panic?”

“Me?” A suit resembling that of a politician appeared on him. “Well, if you want some good advice, I recommend starting with portraying him as a myth!”

Rarity seemed appalled at the idea. “Starting false rumors about a friend is no way to behave!”

“You don't have to trust me…but you should.” He gave off an ominous laugh.

Barin stopped petting Twilight and looked over to the cooking meal. Of course Twilight didn’t like this. “Eat later, pet now!” This went on deaf ears as Twilight was placed back onto the ground. Taking defeat, she turned to confront Discord like nothing had happened. “Like I was saying, I can't complain.”

AppleJack decided to fill her in on what happened. “We were just talking about yer mission.”

Twilight picked up an apple from the cart. “Yes, well, first off we need to make sure he has a stable lifestyle. So the main impending task is trying to establish a consistent food source.”

AppleJack tried her best to ignore the smell of crag being eaten by a hungry giant with some productive conversation. She tilted her hat so that she didn't have to see Barin eat in her field of view. “Why don't ya use your magic ta make the apples bigger?”

Twilight floated an apple from the cart. “Its not that simple. It takes more magic to make something bigger.” Seeing AppleJack and Rarity’s faces of confusion, she tried to further explain it. “There’s a mathematical ratio of magic usage to size/density of subject matter that states if I wanted to make this apple proportional to him, I would need to use a large portion of my magic. Even then, one apple will not feed him.” Inadvertently she made the logic more confusing.

What this did do instead was cause the gears in Twilight’s head to turn faster. “However, I do think you're on to the right path...we just need to make the food bigger...That's it! Discord treats the magical laws of matter like they don't exist! He could supersize a whole cart and feed Barin almost indefinitely!”

Discord looked at the cart of fruit. “Perhaps, I could,” Instinctively he could feel the desire to ask for something in return, “...but I’m not your grocery colt!”

Twilight knew this just as well. “Discord, doing something for a friend without asking for anything in return is part of being a friend.”

He grumbled under his breath against his better nature. “Err…” He looked at Barin who had finished the meat, but his stomach released a sad growl for it was still not enough. This was reflected on Barin’s face who sighed while drinking water from a near empty thermos. “...Very well!”

With a snap of his talons the food and cart fanished before reappearing in a more spacious part of the room. It had grown to proportional size to Barin, who was still reeling from what his eyes were seeing. First instinct was fear, followed by a swell of curiosity to provoke the legs to stand and move over to the cart. A hand feared what the apple would feel like, its approach slow and dramatic.

“Oh my god...I...I think I can eat these...”

Once it made contact, a burst of happiness grew on his face as if he were receiving a birthday present. “Oh my god, can I eat these?”

He took a bite of the apple and exclaimed with a full mouth. “Oh my god! I think I can eat these! I can eat these!!” The apple was devoured faster than Barin had ever eaten before in a sloppy and crude manner. Such is the effect of lasting hunger on the body and mind.

His head snapped to look at Discord, who was somewhat afraid at that. “Now-now, that’s what friends are for after all…” Barin took quick long steps to Discord. “No need to...Oh boy.”

AppleJack and Rarity were both laughing, but Twilight restrained herself into a smile. “See Discord, you don't always need to ask for something in return.”

Discord found himself in a large hug. Barin’s arms were unintentionally squeezing him. “Yes, but can you please convey that I ask for him to let me go!?”

Author's Note

I realize the story took a darker turn, but there is a teen tag on here for a reason!

As always, leave your constructive comments below!

Rumors

Rumors

A yellow ball bounced off the wooden floor. From there it hit the wooden wall perfectly between two bookcases. Finally, it ricocheted towards its starting point. Spike caught the ball, then threw it again. Back and forth; to the floor, then the wall, then his claw.

Spike was bored out of his mind. Once again Twilight was off on her trip to see Barin. The first week she did this, Spike found himself able to finally have some alone time on a regular basis, and break the household rules on a regular basis. At this point, there was nothing left to do but play ball in the house. A dull sport in itself.

Spike made this evident in the best sarcastic voice he could make. “I’m having sooo much fun.” – the ball was caught one more time – “breaking the rules…” He looked to the clock at his right, and saw it was ten minutes ‘til ten. A smile broke out on the once-flat expression.

Spike stood up and dusted himself off. He stretched his back, eliciting a crackle from the lower spine, and made his way slowly to the door. Once he reached the exit, Spike opened the door and carelessly threw the ball over his shoulder just as the door closed.

Inside, the ball bounced off the floor, onto a table, and into the decorative horse head statue. The dragon left unaware of this.

The baby dragon took a moment to inhale a deep breath and felt the outside air fill his lungs. Letting the breath out, Spike began to briskly walk through Ponyville under a clear, blue sky. He was heading toward Sugarcube corner for lunch with Rainbow Dash, Pinkie, and Rarity. The dragon was often hanging out with the other Elements as of late, with what Twilight being out.

The lunch break rush was in full swing. Ponies took time to chat about the morning, and use what little time given to relax before the evening shift. The shopping district of town was bustling with ponies holding drinks, sandwiches, and conversation. There was an air of positive urgency as Spike occasionally waved to those who said a quick “hello”.

Sugarcube Corner was, therefore, in full swing. Serving sweets and baking treats for the customers that came pouring in. Spike approached the bakery craving for a candy crunch shake, but seeing a line poking out of the storefront made him hesitant.

Spike entered the bakery before his nose suddenly hit a wall of sweet smells. He saw many ponies casually sitting down at tables, each one holding happy chatter. However, none among them were his friends, but that did not concern him in the slightest. Mrs. Cake spotted the new visitor while talking with a customer, but instead of breaking conversation, she threw a subtle nod in Spike’s direction. He happily returned it.

He knew where the girls were, they were up the stairs in the privacy of Pinkie’s room. Spike scampered past the crowd and up the mentioned steps until he saw Pinkie’s door open ajar.

As he stepped inside, Rarity and Rainbow Dash were both having small talk with each other at a table set for four. Spike calmly approached this table, since he knew that Twilight wasn't there to intervene with any advances on his love interest. With Twilight out and about so often, Spike had much more time to spend with Rarity than normal. At this point, he was starting to feel more emotionally stable around her.

It wasn't often Rainbow actually made small talk other than the usual bouts of arrogance. That, and the words ‘small talk’ are relatively unfitting to describe her typical speech patterns. However, when she did speak like that was always about something good. Spike’s ears were open and he decided to eavesdrop. The pair were highly engaged and spoke with hushed tones.

“They said it was some kind of guardian...”

Rainbow was having a flower sandwich of some variety, but most of it was gone.

Rarity seemed intrigued, yet unsurprised. “A customer told me that it protects the secrets within the castle, and she claims to have heard it from a corn vendor.”

Instantly Spike’s curiosity took over. “What are you two talking about?”

Both looked up, startled, as if caught whispering secrets, but when they saw that it was Spike, they relaxed. Rarity took the liberty of moving a chair to seat him down. “Hello, Spikey! Rainbow and I were just chatting about a few rumors…”

“Rumors?” Spike hopped onto the seat. “Again I ask, what about?”

Rainbow leaned forward and whispered, her eyes darting side to side. “There are rumors about a giant in the Everfree Forest floating around town…”

Rarity followed suit. “And by the looks of things, it’s spreading like wildfire.”

Spike was pretty sure that Barin was the giant in question, but he wanted to be sure just in case. He spoke with his own hushed tone, “Are we talking about the giant that loomes inside the abandoned castle?”

Both nodded in response. Suddenly, the bedroom door closed and a tired but happy Pinkie wiped a bead of sweat from her brow with a tray of shakes perfectly balanced on her tail. “Whew! We almost ran out of goodies that time!”

Quickly she hopped over the group, with her tail keeping the shakes stable. “Glad you three could join me on my break!”

Rarity distributed the glasses just as Pinkie sat down. “Of course, dear. It’s about time we did something like this.”

Spike, however, was still slightly confused. “So...rumors about him are spreading around?”

Rainbow started talking normally again, knowing the crowd downstairs was gone. “I know! I had the same reaction the first time somepony told me. Now it’s all I hear about from my fliers!”

Pinkie instantly began spewing her own experiences. “The rush hour customers kept talking about it in line! They say that he is sworn to protect the castle, but will let ponies enter if their quest is r-r-righteous!” She had rolled the ‘r’.

Rainbow felt unamused by the last sentence. “ ‘Only if their quest is righteous?’ Sounds like something out of Daring Do, and even then the stories aren't that cheesy.”

Rarity made a good point. “If you ask me, it sounds like these rumors are giving Barin a...legend-like reputation, which is most...?”

The conversation would have continued if there was not a distraction at the table. Pinkie had started sucking down her shake, but hadn't yet stopped to swallow. Half a shake, and counting, resided inside Pinkies bulging mouth. She looked left and right at the onlookers as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

With only a third of the liquid left, she swallowed, and an unnaturally large bulge passed down her neck. “What? Is there something on my face?”

Rainbow was yet again blown away by Pinkie’s gluttony. “How do you do that?!”

Pinkie did not know what was so amazing about her habit. “Whattaya mean?”

“Pinkie, I’m not joking here!”

“If you’re referring to my swallowing, then I suggest reading an anatomy book.”

“Do you not have a killer brain freeze?!”

“What’s a brain freeze?”

SLAM

With Rainbow’s face embedded in the table, Spike decided how he would spend the rest of his day. “Well, I’ll ask around town and look into these rumors.”

Rarity sipped from her shake with care before she asked, “Spikey, also try to find out who started them. I have my suspicions, but I want to see what you come up with first.”

Pinkie poked at Rainbow’s head. “Rainbow?” – Poke – “you alright?” – Poke – “Wake up, sleepy head!”

Spike decided to talk about other things. “So, how was Barin yesterday?”

Rarity sighed as memories of yesterday washed back to her. “It could have been better, he is doing okay, but I–”

That sigh was at the precise tone where Spike knew it wasn't a positive thing. “What happened?”

“Well... He was attacked by a king timberwolf and we had to help patch his wounds.”

Pinkie was instantly concerned. “Oh poor guy! Why do those wolves always have to be such big meanies?” In a change of mood, she stood up from her chair quickly. “Why, if I ever see that wolf king then–” she raised her hoof somewhat threateningly before slamming it on the table “–POW! Right in the cupcake! Nopony hurts my favorite cuddle-tickle buddy!”

Spike felt confused, again. “Favorite? That implies that there are other cuddle-tickle buddies.”

Pinkie pulled a paper pad out of seemingly nowhere. “I do have a list of cuddle-ticklers! And Barin is at the top.” She said this pointing to the top name.

Rarity continued. “Now, I did say ‘we’ when it was really Discord and Twilight. I should add that he and Discord are good friends now. I was patching up his shirt, which reminds me to order more black fabric–”

Pinkie had returned to her normal self, but seemed quite giddy at her next question. “Did he reward you?”

“If by reward, you mean pet...? Yes.”

Pinkie leaned forward. “How was it?”

Rarity started feeling a little sheepish. “...Fine…”

Rainbow’s muffled words came from the wood her face was still in. “So you enjoy it to the point that you won't admit it.”

Rarity softly blushed, but maintained a polite tone. “Quiet Rainbow, you’re supposed to be unconscious.” She sipped her drink and her eyes locked on Rainbow.

“I was never unconscious, it just that this table is very comfy once you dent your face in it.” The smart-alack sarcasm was dripping from her voice, yet it did beg the clear question of why her countenance was still planted on the wood.

Spike was continuing to be bewildered like the innocent youngling he was. “How does one ‘dent’ brittle wood?”

Rarity looked down at Rainbow, but spoke to Spike. “Not the table dear, her face. Which is why she won't pull up.”

“J-just my muzzle…”

Rarity sighed and stood up from her chair. “Well, Pinkie, it looks like I have to take Rainbow to the hospital.” Rainbow voiced a pain filled groan, or a muffled foal-like whine, it was hard to tell. Pinkie put a comforting hoof on her friend.

Spike stood up and prepared to depart before being stopped by Rarity. “Good luck Spikey-Wikey, I’m curious as to what you’ll find.”

The dragon smiled and waved, before rushing down the stairs and out of the building, avoiding the drama that Dash was likely voicing.

Spike decided to start with ponies who were known for their tall tales, the most obvious choice being Granny Smith. Spike made his way to Sweet Apple Acres with a pep in his step, because he loved getting involved with an affair that would be typically reserved for the Elements.

Knocking on the barn’s front door, Granny herself conveniently answered. “Hello? Oh, howdy Spike! Its not often I git ta see ya ‘round here!”

Spike did enjoy seeing Granny again, her old-coot self was charming in it’s own way. “Good to see you again, Granny! If its okay, I need to ask you something.”

“Sure thing. Fire away!”

“Have you been hearing any rumors lately about a giant in the Everfr–” His speech was cut off by Granny spouting passionately.

“Darn tootin ah have! Ah been hearin’ about it all dang mornin’! Apple Bloom and 'er little friends won’t stop yappin’ about it, and it’s driving me bonkers! They say it’s supposed to be some guardian of that ol’ abandoned castle out in the forest, a friend to those who respect its past and royalty.”

Spike sighed internally as he realized he triggered a rant accompanied by flailing hooves in a feeble attempt to emulate the stories. “It’s a creature of great strength, and it bears a heart of gold! That it wields a weapon of untold versatility, and wears clothes made by the finest makers of its time! The manticores fear it, and it will even fight a king timberwolf to protect the castle!”

She stopped for a breath, but Spike took this moment to ask another question. “Where did you hear all this?”

“They said they got the tales from an old book found in the attic. We have so much old stuff, ah forgit what we have. Here, ah’ll lend it to ya!”

She disappeared into her home for a few moments, before returning with an old ratty book. “Here ya are,”–she hoofed the book over to Spike–“but be careful with it, those pages are more delicate than a glass apple in winter!”

Spike blinked a few times into space, wondering if Sweet Apple Acres glass apples were even a thing. “Uh, yeah, thanks Granny!”

“No problem! Ya’ll can hold onto that for as long as you need it, but I gotta skedaddle. Apple-bucking day is coming up, and we here like to be prepared for extra surplus.”

“See you around Granny!”

“Same t' you!”

Spike felt quite proud of himself whilst walking away from the farm. He had already found the supposed origin of the rumors, and had his first insight into what the townsfolk may think of the giant. However, like Twilight, he knew that one result does not make for a solid conclusion.

And after all, three fillies couldn't have possibly spread a legend that fast just from quoting a book.

“Well, looks like if I want to get a good idea of what the town as a whole thinks of him, then I’ll have to ask some more ponies.” He then retrieved his emergency note-letter, for one never knows when Twilight comes up and needs to send or write down something.

Spike took another whiff of air, and stared into the blue sky, before declaring, “Time to take a survey!”

Twilight patiently nodded to Barin. “Again. Pi-c-ni-c.”

Brain repeated the word. “Pi-enis.”

The sound of a hoof making contact with a hard surface indicated that Twilight face-smacked herself with good force. “That’s...kinda gross, and how do you manage to mispronounce it like that is beyond me! Again! Slowly...”

Barin sighed and tried again. “Pic-nic.”

“Good! Again.”

“Pic-nic”

“Again.”

“Picnic.”

Twilight applauded with her hooves while hovering over Barin’s forehead. “Yes!”

Barin looked over to the firepit. The morning had been colder than usual, so he moved the bed towards it in search of warmth. At this point in the day though, the flames were too much for him and he began to sweat. Carefully getting out of bed, Barin lifted the furniture away from the fire and dragged it over to his bag before laying down again. Twilight didn’t question his movements, and stayed well out of his way.

Twilight flew into his view with an intrigued face. Barin’s was flat. It was when she flew to his forehead again that he began to wonder what she was doing. He lifted a hand to grab her, but felt her hoof push ‘lightly’ against his palm.

“No,” was her simple demand. He could feel her breath on his palm, and pulled away. “I’m just taking a small sample…”

He tried to pick her up a second time with similar results. “Barin, no!”

His ears picked the sound of clinking glass and a bag clip, which was not comforting. Being slightly superstitious, he quietly reached into his bag under the bed, and felt for his signal mirror. Meanwhile, he could hear her mumble words to herself.

Having retrieved the mirror, he lifted it to his chest, and tilted it until he could see Twilight.

She was softly hovering over his forehead like expected, but her saddlebag was strapped on and open. In her levitational grasp was a magnifying glass, and an upward facing syringe.

Naturally this set off a few red flags. Barin was never comfortable around needles for one thing, and furthermore his first thoughts revolved around some kind of unhealthy injection.

Barin jolted up from his bed and stood up, putting distance between himself and the princess. “What do you think you're doing!?”

Twilight didn't immediately pick up what was wrong. “What? I just wanted a sweat sample for composition testing.” She flew up to him again, but stopped when he held up his palm defensively.

“No sy-syr-”

“Syringe?”

“Yes.”

“So...Yes, syringe?”

“No! No syringe!”

“This is silly! To you it’s a micro needle!”

“No. Syringe.”

“This is in the name of science!”

He gently reached towards her, but stopped part way to avoid the needle. Twilight seemed fascinated by this, and put it away. “Trypanophobia? Really?”

Barin carefully wrapped his hands around Twilight, who was humoring this odd fear of his. Slowly, and carefully, he made his situation clear. “No Syringes. Infinity.”

“Uhh...Yes…”

“Yes?”

“Yes. No syringe infinity.”

As to show his appreciation of her promise, he scratched behind her ear.

She gladly accepted this attention. “Alright...alright…” She joggled her head to shake off the finger. “I need to get back to Ponyville, so same time tomorrow. Good-bye!”

“Goodbye Twilight!”

In a flash of light, she was gone. Another day, another lesson.

Now he was alone. I wonder where she lives... Barin thought himself. There must be a nearby town or settlement of some variety.

This triggered a train of thoughts as he stared into blank space.

I wonder what it would look like… I can't tell if they have a high level of technology, or if they possess something greater. Regardless, how would I know where her home is?

Home…The only home I think about is my own. Such wishful thinking I’m sure…I will have no choice to do anything about it until I can properly communicate with my new friends…

That last sentence, while very true, left a sour taste in his mouth.

Barin’s sharpening stone slid across his shovaxe, repeatedly. Barin did not see it as a daily chore, for his hand moved across the edge in a gentle caress. After all, it was one of his sole surviving treasures from his home world.

Under his shirt, the bandages held tightly to his skin, and were constant reminders of the harsh world outside, as well as restraints to keep him inside.

Restraints. Keeping me from finding my way home.

An itch found its way to his neck. Barin reached upwards with a hand and scratched it, rubbing his fingers along the base of his chin he felt hair that was due for a good trim. Barin sighed deeply. Shaving with nothing more than soap and a pocket knife is not a skill he was well rehearsed in, but it was one he better start developing.

Thankfully, the signal mirror survived whatever ordeal that brought a human into this world. His hand grabbed the item from its pouch, and lifted it to Barin's face.

He saw a light layer of scruff on his features. His hair remained thick and black, and would continue to grow that way unless one could convince ponies to trim it. This trait also meant that it would stay relatively short.

His glasses matched his hair color. They were made of a smooth plastic, strong and durable as well. Thankfully the lenses were lasting well under the current circumstances.

Barin’s eyes were a dark brown. This color was useful in his occupation, not like it mattered much, and the skin was one that has seen the light of day for extended periods of time.

Eh. He lifted a hand with a layer of callus to feel the hair some more... Mom wasn’t lying when she said I looked just like dad. He gently rubbed the skin below his right eye. But at least I don’t share his scar... His arm fell back down to his side, his thoughts slowly drifting back home. He released an audible sigh, I hope he’s doing alright.

Barin snorted. He’s probably doing better than I am. He chuckled. I’m stuck in a world of Dungeons and Dragons where my friends are small adorable cuddle horses, a baby dragon, and a magical monstrosity.

Having the time to actually think about what had just come to mind. Barin laughed out loud. “Oh Jesus, I just might be going crazy...”

He drifted back into his thoughts. Its likely the search parties had given up by now.

Barin’s expression fell, his eyes widening at the revelation. Everyone’s going to be– or is devastated... Barin raised a hand and rested his head in his palm. I can’t even begin to imagine what the funeral is going to be like... what would there be in the casket? Grandfather's legacy was going to be mine! I can't even practice it here!

Everyone will think that I’ve finally joined my mother… Barin sniffed and ran a hand under his eye, it was wet. “Shit, mom, what have I done this time?” I wish she was here, she could probably make sense of all this…

Barin could feel himself tear up slightly again. Bah! I can't think about that! Anything else would be more positive…

He looked out the window in solem. Why me? Is this some kind of cruel joke delivered from God to smite me for...whatever bullshit he could come up with?

“Actually, that slightly offensive sentence might be a reasonable trigger.”

What difference does it make?

“The difference is my ability to keep it together.”

Mumph, easier said than done.

“Doesn't mean it can't be done.”

It’s still not going to be easy.

“Going to the town would be bad, like I said.”

But I can't. Stay. Here. Forever!

“And I won’t. I can be civilized and patient like I have been.”

So...How long until I find out that I can’t get home?

“I’m expected to agree with that prospect?”

What? I’m just being realistic…

“No, I’m being ludicrous.”

...Is that even an appropriate word for this?

“Yes...yes it is.”

How do I know?

“Who will question me?”

I will.

“I will question myself?”

Yes, I will. Who else will question me? The ponies?

“I value their opinions...”

Do I?

“Of course! The’re my friends!”

How do you know that?

“T-This doesn't feel like questioning.”

Then what am I doing!?

“I am arguing! With myself!”

CLANG

Inadvertently he had pushed his shovaxe off his lap, where it came down to the floor in a crash.

I am my only human company in this...Damned world! I am my only true salvation!

“No! I am Barin Crosby! A proud blue collar who is NOT going to go insane today! Correct!?” He shouted at the campfire before him, as if it were the other end of the conversation.

...A blue collar with good pay and a sense of respect and courtesy towards friends. It’s why I became successful.

“I have my family to credit for that.”

My personality is just as important. People like working with me.

“That’s what I want to think, and from what I know it is true…”

The mirror was, at this point, flat on his lap. Barin quietly grumbled to himself and begrudgingly tried to refocus on the original task at hand, shaving, in hopes of pushing the ordeal aside.

Under normal circumstances, he would go to the river to shave, but his newest companion, Discord, had given him a bucket of fresh water to scale. From there, Barin proceeded to lean the mirror against the shovel on the bed as a stand, retrieving his thermos, soap, and knife; he finally got to his knees to shave.

Shaving with a plain blade is considered by many a skill to be professional. Back at home, his preferred barber used manual shavers and good ol’ scissors. Having watched that barber work on his face many times, he had gotten a fair idea of how to do it. Of course, ideas of how to do something is not the same as actually doing it.

It wasn't the first time he had tried this, but it was only by beginners luck that his face wasn't cut more than it was.

Once his face had been rid of shrubbery, he rinsed the blade with more thermos water, and then rinsed his face.

Using a tarp, Barin wiped up the mess on his bed and floor as best he could, before drying his face with what clean parts of the tarp were left. Bundling up the cloth, he tossed it at a spot in the side of the hall deemed to be the laundry pile. It was a general area that any dirty clothes and tarps would be thrown at, much like his laundry basket at home.

In both cases, a pile of laundry formed at the esteemed location on the floor rather than in a container.

His tarp made a soft plop at the outside ring of the zone, before Barin heard someone cough. It was a polite, but induced cough, made to inform one’s presence.

To Barin’s surprise, Discord and two other princesses were waiting patiently at his archway.

Discord spoke with mirth. “Hello Barin! I thought me and the princesses could have a picnic in memory lane.”

With only the words ‘Hello, Barin, princess, and picnic’, he knew why they were here.

Confusion of the unexpected visit gone, he smiled at the return of his insane companion. He gestured to the salvaged dining table at the far side of the room. “Sit, friends.”

Not one to refuse a giant’s hospitality, Discord teleported his group to the table with the whole lunch laid out before them. A snap of his talon brought a PB&J sandwich to giant size.

Barin was at this point starting to get used to the flashes of teleportation and magic. Thats not to say he dismissed it without question, but his reactions were much more tame. Still, he did have a moment of awe before resuming his action.

Without the option to sit at the table, Barin sat as close to it as comfortably possible and gratefully picked up the sandwich. “Mmmm, sandvich…”

Celestia was confused at the pronunciation. “You mean sandwich?”

“Yes, sandvich.”

Discord held up his lion palm at Celestia. “Tia, please, this is gold spewing from his mouth. Do not ruin it for me!” From there he began loudly munching on an unlabeled bag of triangular orange chips.

Luna inadvertently agreed with restrained laughter.

As the group ate, Barin took a closer look at the other princesses.

Celestia happened to be situated ‘next’ to him, and this was likely Discord’s intention. She munched away at a large sub sandwich of some variety while a large hand crept closer to its unsuspecting target.

Meanwhile, her chewing was steadily decreasing in speed as the hand got closer. She looked across the table at her fellow royalty, who was avoiding her gaze by having a awkward staring contest with a premium flower salad.

Narrowing her eyes, she vanished in the last second. Luna was in her place, and Celestia was in her sister's.

Not deterred by this, Barin felt Luna’s back tense up once his skin made contact with her fur.

To Luna’s credit she did not immediately reject this attention, nor spit out the salad in her mouth, but she then found it hard to keep chewing. He could feel her muscles fighting the urge to relax and embrace the feeling.

Barin kept petting once he saw her face, half ecstasy, the other half trying to retain formality. A battle of self-pride.

In the next pass, his hand went slowly across her neck. In this, she began to lean on it. When he felt that there was enough pressure, his hand left her side and Luna almost fell over.

This inspired a wave of embarrassment to wash over her. Her cheeks flushed through her coat, as she regained her posture, but the damage was done.

Celestia for one was laughing quite a bit at her sister’s reaction. This came to bite her back when Luna flipped the coin just as the hand was coming in for another pass.

Barin was not questioning this precious behavior, but instead enjoyed himself. The expressions on their faces filled him with some well needed mirth.

Celestia acted more casually towards this, but instead of leaning in, she simply picked up her food, and continued eating. Barin glanced at Discord, who was visibly disappointed in Celestia’s reaction. His chips were gone with the only trace of their existence being the orange powder on his lips, and a glass of green water was in his possession.

Celestia began talking idly. “So, how have your lessons with Twilight been?”

“Twilight teach.”

Celestia swallowed her food, and looked up at the proud giant. She could tell that he was pleased about this, suggesting that many words were learned.

“Twilight teach syringe, infinity, water, cheeze...and…” He gestured to the picnic basket. “pienis--no--picnic.”

The damage had been done.

Discord had laughed hard in his many lifetimes, as did Celestia and Luna, but this earned a particular spot in their memories. In a spurr Barin wouldn't see again for sometime, Celestia and Luna completely lost their composure, and found themselves on the ground unable to breathe.

If it weren't for Discord being a god, he would have likely suffocated. “An enjoyable pienis indeed-HAHAHA!”

Many hours of time had enjoyably passed after the immortals regained their breath. An enjoyable meal that Barin mostly had in silence while the others had talked. He enjoyed the friendly company like always, but now night had come, and Barin was taking time to relax.

Barin looked out over the forest through a castle window, and up to the sky. He saw the beautiful stars shine with light that sung like fireflies. The moon was like a white diamond that basked the world below in impermanent light. Said light twinkled in Barin’s glasses. Adding to the relaxing aura of the sleeping lands.

“Beauty is best seen in its natural state, when nothing in our control has touched it.”

His emotions deflated slightly, as did the relaxing aura. “Except for Luna, who supposedly made the beauty in the first place.” He furrowed his brow. “The night looks much nicer back on Earth. All I see are the stars, and the moon. Earth’s sky has the Milky Way, and is much more densely covered in stars. Lets not mention the lack of color diversity here. This planet must just be in a really empty–or boring–part of space.”

“I’m no astronomer, but this is a very simple night sky! Its mind boggling of how simple it is! I was hoping for something mind-blowing like new galaxies or a nebula!” Barin sighed and shook his head in disappointment and stepped back into the comfort of his home.

The table used for the picnic earlier that day was still covered in the the green water Discord spilled; thankfully, it didn’t smell. Barin smiled at the memory.

The fire was starting to dim, so for sake of a light long enough to get him asleep, he tossed in a few more logs. Involuntarily, his vision blurred, and a long yawn passed by his lips. Standing up straight, he took this opportunity to stretch and scan the room before bed.

The tarp door is closed, check. Wood pile is safe distance from fire, check. Fire is well fueled and strong, check.

As Barin sat down upon the bed, his mind had already begun to relax. The nights were surprisingly quiet, and the blankets were impressively cozy. Barin took off his boots to reveal the wool socks dressed beneath and to let the leather breathe for the night. He then removed his glasses before having them placed inside a secure case, which was then placed inside the left boot. Barin then slipped under the emergency blanket, soft leaves, and tarps, adjusting to rest on his side.

With a heavy sigh, his breath dilated into a light rhythm as the brain slowly fell into a peaceful slumber. The fire crackled and waved which also served as a humble white noise as the minutes quickly went by.

A silent step, hidden among the clicks of wood resinated near the entry archway. Hard surfaces came down with light clips on the stone floor, and each step was long and gentle. They paused when Barin shifted in his sleep, then they continued towards the foot of the bed.

There was an ominous feeling in having a massive giant sleep above the intruder, who moved with unpredictive grace. She approached the side facing the fire, and opened her wings.

One flap, two flaps, three, then four. She reached the lip of the bed, and stuck her head under the covers. With a dim glow from her horn, she could see the arms folded over his chest.

An object with a thin tube was drawn from her bag. It crept towards the inside of the upper arm slowly, as to not get caught in the blanket. She began to sweat, and the needle came ever so close. The arm jerked from the giant’s dream, and the intruder froze, apart from the wings that kept her balance. She stayed that way for a minute before resuming.

Carefully, ever so carefully, did the needle penetrate the surface. It began to draw blood.

Unfortunately, the choice of entry point was not the best. Barin yelped and sprung up into the sitting position; tossing the intruder into the mix of blanket material.

“Ow! Did something bite me?”

His eye caught a glimmer of a shiny object on his arm. Even with his poor vision Barin could see the syringe lodged in his arm.

He stiffened up, and pulled the needle out in a violent hysteria, before throwing it down from his grasp where it shattered on the bed. He looked at the skin, but could not see any trace of an entry point.

Barin was now pissed, and much like his father, his rage was uncontrolled. She stooped to a new low! Poking me. While! I! Sleep?!

He spotted the remains of the syringe as a drip on his blanket. The liquid was red.

Was it blood, poison, a vaccine? It didn't matter. What did matter was the alicorn dressed in dark tactical stealth gear and a matching bandanna, crawling free of the blanket.

She suddenly snapped her head at Barin with a face that knew she was in trouble.

He grabbed her with both hands. “You break infinity!”

The pony was absolutely terrified. It was the first time she saw him angry up close, and at her nonetheless. His face was threatening, and his eyes were dilated. His voice was loud and petrifying, and his grip was nearly crushing her. Twilight’s magic was somehow muffled by his touch, making advanced teleport spells impossible.

From his perspective, she appeared absolutely terrified. Her ears were folded back and her eyes were small and still. Her voice was fast and helpless. “I-I’m sorry, I just wanted a blood sample-!”

“Infinity!” Barin’s voice boomed, causing the alicorn to flinch from the pain in her ears.

Barin looked on the ground, he saw her saddle bag, filled with more needles, vials, and other equipment. What the hell was she planning?!

Barin’s face got tighter, as did his grip, and his chest swelled with betrayal.

He turned back to Twilight, who started to cry softly from the increase in pressure and terror. Barin stood up from his bed, drew his arm back, and launched the princess towards the exit archway like a baseball.

Thankfully Twilight caught herself mid flight with fear in her eyes, but obliged the unsaid request to get out. Barin watched Twilight fly off into the night sobbing while keeping a hoof to her aching chest.

Briefly, Barin felt sorry for the pony. Then his mind drifted back to the broken promise, and his features contorted into anger. Growling angrily under his breath, Barin turned his back on the archway and shambled his way back towards his bed with no sympathy.

Author's Note

I enjoy writing this. If only English assignments were this enjoyable, I would have an A.

Credit to Dark Nebula for the conflict between Twi and Barin, he knows how to add that touch of darkness to a scene.

Consequences

Chapter 6 - Consequences

“Do you know what it is?”

“No.”

“Well, what do you think it is?”

The mare shrugged. “Eh, I imagine that it is some kind of minotaur, or possibly a dragon.”

Spike checked a box on the paper. “Al-right! What is your overall opinion of hi" --he coughed-- "it?”

The mare raised a brow. “Uhh, well it sounds friendly.” She rubbed one of her legs against the other in thought. “But I’d imagine that it wouldn't be a healthy thing to have in town.”

“Are you sure?” Spike asked. “A friendly protector could be useful.”

“Well...” The mare began to think on it some more, her eyes occasionally flickering left and right, she looked uncomfortable. “Its just that it’ll likely destroy something by accident should it wander into town...” Again she wavered off, trying to think of another reason. “And I suppose it’s supposed to be in the Everfree anyway.”

Spike shrugged and wrote something down. “Muh, fair enough.”

“Do you think it’s real?”

Caught off guard from the question, he looked back up. “You're asking me?”

“What? A survey mare–I mean–dragon can't be asked about their own survey?”

Sensing the sharp irritation in her voice, Spike raised his claws defensively. “No-no! It’s just that you're the first.”

“Well?” She raised a brow.

Spike was more than willing to bend the answer. “Uh, well, from what I have collected so far, it seems like a lot of details about it have been impressively specific.”

“Sooo?”

“I think that it’s likely.”

She rolled her eyes. “Humph, well, wouldn't be the first legend to be born around here. If you ever see the big lug,” she said while turning away, “tell him that Ponyville is strictly for the ponies. Oh, no offense," she added sarcastically at the end.

“I get the gist.” The door proceeded to politely slam in his face. Spike softly grumbled to himself as he walked away from the doorstep, “Geez, in that case, the castle is strictly for the giant.”

Spike looked down at his written data. Statistics was something he was familiar with, but the math used behind it was a bit out of practice. Spike put a tally next to the many others drawn on the page. “Thats a total of…one hundred ponies! I think that’s a good stopping point.”

He quickly scurried back to his home within the tree, and upon opening the front door, saw Twilight calmly waiting for him next to a table. It was a face he knew well, one of the mother waiting for the child to return to the scene of a household crime.

“Hello Spike,” was her blatant greeting.

“Hey Twi! Uh...Is something wrong?”

A yellow ball levitated before her. “Do you know what’s missing from this table?” The ball was then placed on the table’s center.

Spike blinked. “Yeah, the statue head.”

“Do you know where the head is?”

Twilight’s voice dared Spike to reply. The dragon however, was clueless. “No.”

Twilight blinked twice at this. “Really!” Her fascination was sarcastic. “Is that so?” She stepped aside and revealed the statue broken in large chunks on the floor. “Please enlighten me.”

Spike thought he was still innocent. “It’s the statue broken into large chunks. Look Twi, I didn't do it if that’s what you're getting at!”

“Were you playing ball in the house? While I was gone?”

“Pfft! No! Playing ball indoors is incredibly boring-g-g-ahhh dragon tails…” He knew he had goofed when he used the word “is” instead of “would be”. He retorted. “I will have you know though that I did not break that statue!”

Twilight arched her eyebrow. “You threw the ball aside carelessly, and smashed it.”

“...I did throw it over my shoulder, but how did you know that?”

“Lucky guess. Was there a reason you left in such a rush?”

Spike knew that this could save his crystal bacon. “I was collecting statistical data!”

“Statistics?! About what?”

“Well, long story short, Barin has somehow made a name for himself under the title. ‘Castle Guardian.’ ”

“I know. Pinkie informed me on my way back here.”

“Good to see that you're up with current events! I took a survey of what a hundred ponies and their opinion and knowledge about Brain, so if you excuse me, I need to make a few graphs from the data I collected.”

Faster than Twilight could blink, Spike had ran up the stairs to the bedroom.

Twilight looked back up at the staircase, and smiled at the thought of some promising numbers. These nerdy thoughts vanished when the yellow ball rolled off the table, and onto the broken head, reminding her of the mess at hoof, yet she knew that manually drawing up graphs and calculations can take a long while for an amateur.

She sighed and levitated the debris down into the basement for keeping so she could use it as a reference for a new model, and give Spike this window of time.

While she was down there, she took a moment to ponder her predicament. Knowing Spike was busy upstairs, she spoke aloud. “A giant with trypanophobia. While I can't sympathise I do know that it may put off my biological research.” She trotted over to a collection of papers. Each one held both scientific and behavioral information about the new species of “Mega Sapient”.

Twilight opened a book among the papers. At glance, it looked like a diary or journal, and that’s exactly what it was. Flipping to the next blank page after the previous entry, she picked up a quill and inkwell nearby, and began to write.

9/10/1002

He is progressing with his Equestrian language as usual, but the highlight of the day was the discovery of an irrational, but common, fear: trypanophobia, the fear of needles or other thin, sharp objects. I would admiringly find this amusing if this was a trait of the species, but even in the context of pony sized needles, it is ridiculous.

While he was laying down, I tried to take samples of his sweat that was beading on his head, not able to communicate my suspicious activity fluently, he took it considerably well when he caught me.

It’s illogical that he would be afraid of something that small, the mosquitos likely bite him all the time.

(Twilight paused for a moment.)

Come to think of it, I haven't seen any major, nor minor, bug bites on his skin. I know of most common blood consumers in the forest, but not a single one seems to bite the giant buffet. I figure that it must be the magical resistance, or the oils his skin secretes is resemblant of bug spray. It is theorized that magic resistance is a repellent for insects, though why is not quite certain, so perhaps his blood is resistant enough to create an invisible protection.

If this were to be true, than it would be a massive discovery!

(She mentally swooned at the idea of her papers being published. To be the talk of the scientists and historians alike would be a dream come true for a science-nut like herself.)

What if it is true? And for that matter, what of his skin oil, sweat, and any other fluids? If anything, his other body fluids will also tell me his diet and his body mechanics. The potential is colossal! Sadly, a fear of needles would quickly prevent any advance in pony society, and my biologist side career.

But I'm not giving up.

-End Entry

The quill was placed back in its rightful place inside the inkwell.

Twilight looked upward at the ceiling in thought. “The bite of an insect would not alarm his skin receptors to much, if at all…in theory...what he doesn't know can't hurt him.” She looked at her other spare examination equipment and tools. “And if that works out, I might be able to collect some extra data!”

She cheerfully applauded herself for the dark plan. “Its the perfect plan! I even get to use my stealth suit!”

In response, her inner conscience was arguing the morals of this action, as her face went from giddy to uncertain. “I can’t hide it forever though, he won't be happy with me when he finds out...if he finds out…like he would ever need to.” Twilight sadly resolved the obvious moral dilemma, with the power of “if”.

“If," she repeated. “If is good.”

A purple alicorn peered around the corner for the third time in the past half-hour, her eyes reflected the golden light of the colossal, but well contained fire. Her ears flickered back and forth like radar trying to find the right frequency. She listened for a ping, a sound of any kind that might indicate the need to wait longer. She sat, unmoving, but the only signals picked up were that of the fire. Her hooves clopped taking a step forward into the open, but the continuous crackle of the burning wood camouflaged the noise. The black stealth suit was barely reflecting the light, and in that sense, was completely useless unless she found a shadow to hide in.

On her back, a saddle bag filled with various equipment sat. The walk to the bed of the giant was slow, painfully slow, but it had to be that way less he wake and catch her off guard. Eventually, she was under the bed, somewhat safe should he awake.

Twilight looked up at the underbed. It lightly creaked from the flexing made by his deep breaths. She sat there, looking up in some kind of ominous awe. A few minutes passed, and now was the tricky part.

The wings unfolded and the pony carefully focused on a gentle increase in altitude. In four flaps and a bit of force, she barely was under the covers. The area was warm and of a potent smell, yet also in constant motion from the simple breathing.

Now was the hard part. Twilight unclipped her bag, pulled out an object with a thin tube from her bag, and began to slowly levitate it towards a random point of entry. That needle made its initial push into the arm. The skin, being proportionally thicker, meant that it had to be pressed deeper.

The rest became a blur.

The arm jerked, the sheets enwrapped her, and the next thing she knew, a large and very unhappy Barin had snapped his hands around her. “You break infinity!”

She tried to justify her actions. “I-I’m sorry, I just wanted a blood sample--!”

“Infinity!”

Her ears flexed back at the booming voice. Said voice was far angrier than she could have ever anticipated. It sounded violent. Suddenly, his grip tightened, and Twilight could truly feel the pressure. She began to cry, in fear of her life.

In a fast motion, Twilight felt him release her towards the exit and in such a way that she couldn't get her bearings. Remembering the lessons taught by Rainbow Dash, she performed an emergency stability maneuver, setting the exit clear in her sight. Through the arch and out a hole in the ceiling, she flew. The night sky greeted her with profound serenity.

The streaming tears continued to flow while the alicorn swished across the night sky as the Abandoned Castle disappeared into the forest horizon. Her vision blurred from the streaming tears and she harshly landed on the tip of a tall tree, which bent forwards from impact. She managed to hang on to the tree tip as it counter swung.

While the lumber swayed back and fourth, Twilight closed her eyes to only feel the sensation of the throw simulated by the tree. Her mind swam between what was up and down, and therefore, put her conscious thoughts on a hold.

Reality became a feasible concept again once her eyes reopened. The tree was mostly still, apart from a soft breeze. Fortunately for Twilight, the small branches of the tree top could support her weight, allowing for some time to reflect on what had happened.

Twilight looked back. She could not see the great ruins. This gave her comfort as she the adrenaline phased out, leaving a tired body behind. “H-He was hurting me,” --She shook her head back in some attempt at denial while more tears came forth-- “really hurting me. I thought he would be angry but… if I didn't catch myself...” More tears were released at the thought.

Minutes ticked by while Twilight sat there in the moonlight moping. At some point her eyes were dry, and her nerves were calm. She unfolded her wings for the necessary flight home, but a question remained in her head during the flight. “...Was this worth the risk?” She said, with the words dripping with regret. "Putting myself in harm's way and jeopardizing the friendship?”

In an attempt to answer her own question, she quietly whispered, “What if it did work? I would have invaluable samples and data, I could have made so much progress with my research, but--” She swerved past some clouds “--he’s a friend. Not a scientific specimen.”

There was a light breeze as Twilight approached Ponyville from above, taking some of the pressure off her tired wings.

She softly floated downward and landed softly on her balcony. Figuring Spike was likely asleep, she quietly slipped through the balcony and collapsed on her bed in a physical and emotional breakdown.

“Are you okay, Twilight?” The unexpected voice was gentle, familiar, and welcome.

Her voice trembled. “He-he was hurting me…I-I knew he would be upset but…”

Spike got out of his bed and began to walk to Twilight, his own voice filled with confused concern. “Who?”

She spoke the name with regret. “Barin.”

In an effort to comfort her, Spike sat beside her and gently patted her mane. “Come on Twi, he maybe a gentle giant, but you’re a tiny pony! I’m sure whatever he did was just a mistake...”

“No!” she shouted with her head pressed into the pillow, “Every bit of it was intentional!”

Spike was getting genuinely concerned, for he rarely saw Twilight in such a state. “What did he do?”

She retold the event quickly. “He...screamed at me and tried to crush me in his hands, before throwing me like a baseball!”

Spike did a visible double take. “Wow...Twilight, are you sure that’s what happened?”

“Yes!”

Spike looked toward the window in scorn, and raised his fist. “That big jerk! I auta burn his mane…his hair off!”

“No, Spike that won't help-” Her hesitancy was clear.

“But thats no way to treat anypony, let alone a friend!”

Twilight put a hoof to Spike’s chest. “Please.”

Spike looked down at her, and realized that she needed support now. Vengeance could wait. “Are you hurt?”

Twilight retracted her hoof from Spike and placed it on her own chest. “I-I think so. I might feel sore tomorrow, but nothing feels damaged.”

“Sore? Thats still not a good sign.”

“Trust me Spike, I’ll be fine…”

“You sure?”

“...Yes”

Feeling angry again, he grumbled loudly. “We auta teach him a lesson! No pony hurts my friend, let alone family!”

“Spike! Listen to me, you must not get involved with this! I...I need to fix this.”

Now Spike was getting slightly confused. “Twi, I’m your friend, more than that really, but your other friends should help you with this too.”

“No, I have to take care of this myself.”

Spike did not like her tone of voice. “Are you sure you’ve told me everything?”

Twilight found herself unable to look him in the eye. “Yes…”

“Twilight, I’ve used that tone of voice myself!” Spike’s own tone was less comforting, but more accusing, as things were rapidly taking a turn.

She sat up from her bed and tried, but failed, to look Spike in the eyes. “I...wanted a few blood samples for research purposes-”

He could already see the outline of the issue. “So what? He doesn't like needles?”

“Well...I…”

“Twilight, spit it out!”

She sucked in her shame. “I learned he has trypanophobia--”

Spike proceeded to perform his best face-palm he could conjure. “Well there’s your problem!”

Twilight’s emotions began to turn bitter to the taste of her mistakes and the lack of moral support from her assistant. “Spike, it was--”

Spike now had little sympathy. “In the name of research-blah-blah! I understand now! You poked at him in his sleep! What in Celestia’s name were you thinking?!”

The pair were now actively arguing. “I realize that I made a mistake Spike, but he nearly broke my rib! He went too far for it not to be deliberate!”

“You made him angry! In the heat of the moment he might not realize he’s hurting you!”

“How would you know?!”

Spike was now yelling with passion. “I had some of that when I grew into a oversized dragon! We don't intend to hurt, we intend to intimidate in our own self defense!”

There was a sudden silence in the wake of the argument.

“So,” Twilight began, her voice dripping with sincerity, “You’re on his side of this.”

“Twilight, I’m tackling this from a reasonable point of view, you should know better than this.”

“I wasn't expecting that, from you of all dragons.”

“Your thought process rubs off on me.”

“...I’ll think of something to do, but for now I just need to rest on it.”

“I hope you recognize your fault here.”

“I do, but you should understand the implications.” This left the topic unresolved, and bitter. “I need to rest on this.”

Spike was somewhat understanding. “Alright, goodnight.” He hopped off the bed and scurried back into his bed with nothing more to say.

Rainbow Dash lightly sipped away at her strawberry drink, the nose brace flexing slightly as she did so. Next to her, AppleJack was retrieving a sandwich from a large table plate before hoofing it over to Fluttershy; she accepted the food with a silent ‘thanks’.

The Elements of Harmony were happily situated inside the Golden Oaks Library in the dusk of dinner hosted by Twilight, who could not get comfortable in her own chair. The large table for seven was filled with humble food of multiple varieties such as soups, salads, sandwiches, and roasted greens. One plate was filled with long greasy strands of crystals for a certain reptile.

Twilight’s plate was empty, and had been that way throughout the course of the meal so far. Her mind was clouded with stress. This was involuntarily evident from her worried face, folded ears, and fidgety movements. Applejack noticed Twilight’s lack of appetite and unrelaxing movements. “Is something on yer mind, Twi? You’ve been jitterin your feathers this whole time.”

Twilight’s ears shot straight up and she snapped her gaze at AJ. “I’m fine! Just peachy!” She said with an obviously forced smile.

AppleJack begged to differ. “You ain't foolin anypony with that. Something’s bothering ya.”

Twilight's state only worsened “I-It’s nothing for you guys to be concerned about.”

Spike called out from the kitchen. “Yes, it is!”

Fluttershy quietly swallowed her bite of food. “Twilight, if you're concerned about it, then we should be concerned too.”

The soft words of the pegasus made Twilight more divulging of her fears, and with all eyes on her, it was clear that they wouldn’t stop until she told them something. “Well...it’s just that Spike recently completed a town survey–”

Rarity softly tapped the side of her head in self punishment. “Bah! I knew that I had forgotten something! Pray tell dear, what did he find?”

Twilight was visibly beginning to relax as she began a lecture. “The rumors revolving around Barin seem to have no definitive origin point, but multiple sources appear to be key points of social branch offs. The first point being an old book that is hardly legible and what little can be read are one-liners about him, and it is clear from the description that it is referring to the giant we recently...b-befriended.” Twilight stuttered as if that word did not belong in the sentence.

“The other clue is a traveling merchant that passed quickly through town, sharing similar tales as a conversation starter. The third and final one is an anonymous report delivered to the mayor vaguely depicting his appearance and behavior, but it did not describe anything else.” Her act of recalling the information indirectly sent her gears grinding for an answer while she trotted around the room.

Rarity was tapping her hoof to her chin. “Most peculiar, is it not?”

Pinkie lowered her reflector. “I didn’t know that you were an investigator!”

Rarity paused her motions. “If it’s about gossip as important as this, I will put on my thinking fedora.”

“But you're not wearing a fedora.”

“It’s a figure of speech, Pinkie.”

Rainbow put down her now empty glass. “Is it? I wouldn’t be surprised if you did actually have a fancy thinking hat.”

“Am I really that blatant?”

Rainbow shrugged as Spike came back with a fresh glass to give her. “...Sometimes.”

Applejack quickly refocused the topic. “We’re off track. You were sayin’ Twi?”

Twilight was more than happy to continue. “Well, Spike’s survey data kinda put a spotlight on the situation, and most assume that his actual existence is debatable. The town appears to unsure of whether his existence is good, bad, or not worth fussing over.”

Spike sat down and spoke calmly. “Yeah, the survey has you worried…” The tone he said this in indicated that all was not explained. Twilight glared at him before he began eating his bacon.

AppleJack folded her legs across and began to confront Twilight’s concerns. “Ah dont think that’s the thing botherin’ you. Ah don’t want to seem pushy, but ah do prefer honest answers.”

Twilight had not stopped shuffling around the area, but she did slow down. “Well...I...He-”

Pinkie suddenly sat up and tossed her reflector to the side. “Did you break a Pinkie Promise?!”

“N-Technically, no. I...found out that he had trypanophobia-”

Rainbow shot her arms out. “Stop! Tell us normal ponies what that is.”

“A fear of needles or other thin sharp objects…”

Rainbow sat back again. “Continue.”

“That night, I proceeded to sneak under his covers, and take a blood sample…”

It was a rare occasion of unanimous face-hooves. All the ponies present except for Twilight slammed their hooves into their faces and collectively groaned in the appropriate manner.

Desperately she tried to justify her case. “As you can expect he got angry, really angry...and then he grabbed me, nearly crushed my ribs, and threw me like a baseball! I could have been seriously hurt!”

Applejack was rubbing her temple. “Ok Twi, so you’re sayin’ he overreacted, and ta be fair, ah would say that crushing and tossing my friend would be a tad far. But! You were jabbin at him while he was sleeping!”

Rainbow Dash shrugged. “Maybe he just has a bad temper, you don't know how he thinks.”

Pinkie sighed and retrieved a notepad hidden in her tail, before pulling out a cookie as well. She ate the cookie. “Mmm, I wondered where that went…” Pinkie swallowed the cookie entirely without even chewing. “Sounds like to me that our cuddle-tickle buddy could use his freinds!”

Rarity pointed at Twilight accusingly. “That, and you should apologise! But to be frank dear, he should apologise too.”

Fluttershy began neatly putting the dishes away. “We should go over there quickly, so you can apologise as soon as possible, or things could get worse…”

Rainbow scratched the back of her head. “Its almost moonrise, I’d rather not go through the forest at night. Besides, I thought Twilight was supposed to be the ‘princess of friendship’, or something?”

Twilight made her first valid defence. “Even experts can learn a thing or two, Dash, it just that I don’t usually get this much conflict between myself and a friend.”

Rarity finished the rest of her salad. “Darling, I have had my fair share of friendship quarrels. Most notably, my occasional scuffs with Applejack.”

AJ closed her eyelids in recalling the mentioned scuffs. “Heh, that’s fer sure, sugarcube, we have butted heads before, but we always make it up to one another in the end.” She continued, this time directed at Twilight, “The key thing is that both ponies know that they did something wrong, so it becomes easy to say sorry.”

Fluttershy quietly added to the conversation. “Barin is a very nice giant, I’m sure that he’ll understand your position.”

Pinkie did not help. “Even if your position is a bit wacko!” Suddenly, a sharp “Ding” sounded from the kitchen. Spike lept from the table and ran into the kitchen, while Pinkie exclaimed, “Oh! Why don't we all have a sleepover here, and then go see Barin tomorrow morning! We could have so much fun!”

The prospect of all six of them being at a sleepover was actually quite appealing. After a few moments of silence for them all to think it over, there came an unanimous mumble of approval.

Twilight was the first to speak actual words. “Well, you girls should go get anything you’ll need before night rises, and I need to consult my sleepover guide!”

Spike sighed his voice filled with annoyance as he approached the table with his tray of baked chocolate cookies. He was holding the tray with mitts. “I was kinda hoping to go to bed early after dinner” –he then perked up at the sight of his crush– “but at least Rarity will be here for the whole night...why should I even be complaining in the first place? This is awesome!”

Twilight watched her friends quickly depart, knowing that they would return soon. “With your love lust over Rarity, I find your enthusiasm about this off-putting.” She looked at the dragon's mitts. “Why do you even have those? Aren't dragons extremely heat tolerant?”

“...Rarity said I look cute when I wear kitchen clothing.”

“Al-right! I will shove that information in a dark place, where I will not be bugged by it!”

“Is it any different than your fur-tight stealth sui--” Twilight levitated a strand of crystal bacon and shoved it into Spike’s mouth.

Lunar light had just begun to shine through the windows of the castle dining hall. Inside, Barin and Discord were merrily eating lobsters. Barin’s was supersized and sitting on a large plate upon the floor, and served with a colossal side of candle heated butter dip. Discord was on a formal looking chair enjoying his own levitating crustacean.

Discord swallowed a passionate bite. “Mmm, you know, its been a long time since I’ve had formal seafood with another being, and as you can see, I prefer my lobster cooked and served with no expense!”

Most of the response he got was sympathetic “Murphs” from a human mouth stuffed with butter and lobster.

Discord continued, “You deserve this after what you went through last night.” He glanced at the equipment Twilight left behind stuffed in the saddle bag they came in. The bag was resting under the giant bed. “I'll say one thing, even if you could speak fluent Equestrian, I wouldn't have believed you without that gear.” He chuckled to himself. “Imagine what Celestia would say!”

In a quick flash, he was disguised as said princess with voice to match. “I am very disappointed in you, Twilight! After all this time of learning the principles of friendship you blo--” He stopped when he saw Barin’s surprised face. “You should really get used to these things.”

“That’s just weird. The cool kind of weird, but still…”

“Is there not magic where you come from?”

“Why do you keep talking when you know that I can't fully understand you?”

“You know, we may not know what the other is saying most of the time, but I still find comfort in having companionship.”

Barin blankly stared at his insane friend just so he could humor another one of his rants.

Discord sounded quite frank. “Most of the time ponies find my rants annoying quite quickly, even Fluttershy. She prefers both the peace and the quiet, but I digress.”

He pumped his hoof in the air. “As a god of chaos, my art of ramble is just as potent as the art of subtlety." He then gestured to Barin. "You on the other claw; you don’t listen, you rarely respond, and you have hilarious difficulty pronouncing 'picnic’!"

He crossed his legs. "Yet, I know first claw that you are smarter than you look, gentle and kind, and most importantly–" he threw his forelegs up, literally, where they continued to function in the air "–you’re a guy! I can't explain to you how nice it is to talk to another dude in normal...par-normal conversation!” The limbs met back with their owner in a resounding shwomp!

"I mean, do you really expect me to have a decent conversation with Spike? He's a nice dragon, but he's just so..." He waved his legs around as if trying to conjure an answer. "I don't know, but I don't need a reason!" Celestia’s hoof moved in a quick motion of a snap, but no sound was heard. Realising this, he instead clapped hooves once, returning his body back to normal.

Barin waved his hand lazily. “Do you think I over reacted last night?”

Discord repeated his movement. “I’m perceptive, but not that perceptive. At least tell me in some terminology that makes sense! Like coconut fifty-six! Oh, now there's something a sensible pony can understand!” Discord gestured to a pile of coconuts with gratitude.

Barin tried again, only this time with Equestrian words and visual actions. “Barin throw Twilight, big angry?” As cryptic as his words were, it was clear from the guilt on his face what point he was making.

Discord began to speak bluntly. “Look, I’m going to talk straight for once, whether you understand me or not.” He gestured to the archway entry. “I’ll admit that it was funny to watch you reenact that night to explain what happened, and I won’t deny that Twilight did something undeniably stupid, but even I don't violently throw ponies like baseballs...mostly. But that’s not my point! To answer your question, yes.”

Barin sighed to himself and stared down at his empty plate.

“As much as I like chaos, this kind of conflict isn't settling well with me... unless...” He stopped as a spark flashed in his head. “That could work, it would bite me back later, but it would be entertaining…”

“I have an idea!” While he was directing his voice to Barin, the giant appeared to be ignoring his words.

Discord sighed and put his claw to his chin. “Explaining this will take a hardy game of charades.”

Twilight sat in her kitchen, alone and tired. Her thoughts were disturbed by the event that occurred the night prior. A single candle lit her area, as her friends were all asleep. A solitary plate rested on the table, on the plate, was a rose. The rose was an expensive flower, as flowers go anyway, and was more of a premium treat for the average horse. The flower still had purpose in ways of showing care or affection, but they were usually eaten immediately afterward.

The rose was barely starting to wilt. Twilight stared at it. Her neck was stiff from looking down at the food for so long, and her eyes were wide and distant. She licked her lips, not in anticipation, but in a state of nerves. She opened her mouth only slightly and began to formulate a word with her lips, but the only noise was the soft sound of air passing by her lips. She looked away from the flower, as if ashamed by what was not said.

She levitated the rose to meet her at eye level. Her neck spouted aches in punishment of mistreating it, but Twilight could care less. The rose floated there. It had spikes of no mercy, and a bloom of such innocence and kindness. The stem was long and thick, but there was only one leaf. She had bitten the other leaf off hours ago.

Twilight continued to gaze. In a swift push of bravery, she spoke to it. “I’m sorry.”

A thud, low in pitch, and barely audible enough to cause an ear to twitch. This thud was quickly followed by another, and another, each one becoming successfully louder. Twilight’s head swiveled back and forth, trying to pin-point the direction of the thuds.

The answer was given, when a noise came from her front door.

Knock, Knock!

Twilight was not only confused, but slightly concerned, for the low noises had not stopped. Teleporting from her spot in the kitchen, she opened the door.

The rose dropped to the floor.

A small crowd of ponies were gathered at the door, some wore angry faces, others looked paranoid and concerned. One of the ponies was the mayor. “Princess Twilight, we have a situation!”

A loud crash and a bang sounded from somewhere behind the group, another noise was the sound of a loud horn followed by a great call, “RE-COLTA-A!”

Twilight quickly darted up into the air where she could see Barin pinned in magic spotlights and a crowd of ponies observing him on all sides, preventing an escape. Behind him, a two story house was missing a large chunk of it’s second floor. Barin himself was leaning against the building, and was trying to block the lights from shining into his face. His shoveaxe was equipped on his belt.

Suddenly, Rainbow Dash flew up beside Twilight, just as surprised as she was. “What the hay is he doing here?”

Twilight threw her hooves out in the giant’s direction. “I don't know!”

Twilight hovered there, trying to piece what she was seeing together, and figuring out how to defuse the situation, but it was too late. Barin turned away from the light sources and removed his arm to recover his sight, before two more spotlights appeared directly in his face.

Barin was not only beginning to panic, but was blinded by the lights, and recoiled in response. Trying to regain balance, he stumbled into another house across the street.

CRASH

Ponies screamed and began fleeing the area as the giant stumbled about. The house was damaged much like the previous one, but the spotlights were too persistent and ignorant for him to recover his vision.

CRASH

He kicked hit the adjacent building, collapsing the majority of the front. Barin tried to rebound back to the first house.

CRASH

He harshly bumped into it, causing more of it to fall away, and Twilight was finally taking action. Using magic to amplify her voice, she boomed. “TURN OFF YOUR LIGHTS!” Immediately, all spotlights were out. Barin opened his eyes, and found his chance. With unstable vision, he aimed himself down the way he came.

He booked it. From a pony’s perspective, it was jarring to see how fast something that large could move. Before Twilight could shout again, he had ran back to the edge of the forest. He paused to blink a few more times and stabilize his sight, before shooting back a dark scorn, and then disappeared into the brush.

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Downhill

Chapter 7- Downhill

The world seemed still, as most things did in awakening. It was quiet and empty, yet the mind’s eye saw a torment of emotion boiling within. For not one moment was Barin happy to see the light of day, because it meant he had to deal with the problems of yesterday.

Barin sat up in his bed slowly. The abnormal tints of light that shone through the cracks in his walls suggested that he had slept in. That said, he quickly became aware of an overdue call of nature to the local brush. Bothering to only put on his shoes and glasses, Barin ungracefully made his way to the outdoors via his Duct-Tape door. A few seconds later, a resounding sound of manly relief echoed. The call signaled the retreat of local manticores in the area who were learning his habits.

Next came the standard routine. Get dressed, eat breakfast, make the bed, and then brush the teeth. Barin bent down on one knee and reached for the backpack under his bed. The brush was kept in a Ziplock bag to keep it as clean as possible in the dirt poor environment. Having retrieved this bag, he opened it and pulled the travel brush out. The damaged toothbrush was one of the few hygiene devices he had, and Barin knew very well that a cavity could eventually form should toothpaste not be acquired. Next was the signal mirror, and it was kept in the same bag. Holding the mirror in one hand and the brush in the other he began to clean. When it was done Barin saw a row of chompers that only appeared to be clean. He picked up his pack of dwindling Tic-Tacs.

The box that started the whole pony relationship in the first place. It held great sentimental value from that alone. Barin moved with slow paces as he extracted a Tac from the box. The miniscule noise it made when it landed in his palm resounded in his head. It was only a mere two, possibly three weeks ago? Do I regret that decision? After all it has given and taken from me. That one gesture of kindness...He popped it into his mouth. At least my breath has a short-lasting orange smell.

He looked at the sky and then involuntarily looked at his wrist. The tan line of where a watch used to be greeted him. Ah, I keep forgetting I lost that… His stomach softly churned. Where did I put that sack? He found the sack of food next to his log pile. Despite this he had to settle for vegetarian reserves and manticore jerky left by the god of chaos.

The jerky wasn't anything unique in terms of flavor, nor was the texture or toughness any different. Same for the familiar fruit. A breakfast that feels like a chore is hardly a good breakfast at all. That blasted mishmash of a being could have felt me something nicer...I digress, it wouldn't have changed anything. The next task was to head to the river and wash his previously worn clothes, on the way, his self dialogue took over.

It was his idea.

“I know, I very well know.”

I wonder why I even agreed to such a plan.

“When a being gives you premium crustaceans to eat, one does not simply refuse a favor in return.”

I could have refused nonetheless.

“But that would have been rude. Manners is a good practice and keeps the mind focused.”

True. I didn't know any better at the time anyway.

“Something must be done now that doesn't involve skeptical chances.”

Little bastard is a maniac, it's likely he’s not even thinking through his actions.

“Duly noted. What would I propose?”

Just act reluctant for now. Let him know that you're not happy with him.

Barin looked down to see the river at his feet. With no traditional equipment to speak of, nor wanting to use more of the soap bar than necessary, his washing was primitive at best. Getting on his knees, Barin put his dirty clothes aside in a pile, laid a clean trap on the ground adjacent to the pile, then retrieved a shirt from said pile. The key was getting the shirt as wet as possible. So a long dunk in the flowing river was the ticket. It didn't smell fresh when it was done, but it wasn't foul either.

Barin’s fist was clenched on the shirt to ensure it did not flow downstream. This is boring. Truly a stagnant part of my day is spent sitting by a river, holding onto landry. How much effort does it take to make a wash bucket?

“Making a bucket is not easy, but a hole in the ground lined with leaves is a better idea.”

Hm, something to brainstorm later. I will need to sketch it out.

“I haven't had coffee in forever, and I feel like a part of me is missing because of it.”

Sudden change in topic, but woe to the one who becomes reliant on a luxury nonetheless.

“A delicious luxury, served with an omelet and a side of sausage. Or bacon.”

I miss bacon. I need to add that to my list of food. Bacon, Coke... what else?

“Cranberries! I love cranberries! Discord could give me that…Like he gave me lobster, fresh food, water…”

He may be nice, but generosity like that is highly suspicious.

“Is it...? Could he be taking advantage of me?”

It would make sense. He caters to my desires and I do his bidding. Last night could have been a test of loyalty.

“...Cheeky little mutant wouldn't be that stupid!”

I can't trust him, not anymore.

“Well, lets not jump to conclusions just yet, but who can I trust?”

At this point, no one. If this is his true intentions...Barin pulled out his shirt and firmly wrung it before placing it on top of the tarp before plunging his jeans into the water. Then I need to keep my frustration on the down-low. He would stop being supportive altogether if he discovered I realize his intentions.

“Then how else do I repay him for what he’s done if I don’t want to support him? Perhaps an equivalent of a return favor, at least?”

Manners?!

“Yes! Manners!”

Don't repay him. Next time, refuse to his commands. It may mean that he will be more frugal with his help, but I can handle some tougher living. He hasn't made me soft, has he?

“No, but I can't live like this much longer! I must make amends to the ponies somehow! Some way to end this whole phase!”

Why? Granted they gave me aid, but what can I derive from them any further? Twilight and Discord have betrayed me! What’s not to say the rest won't either?!

“What's to say the rest will still accept me? The pink one, Pinkie, and Fluttershy, they were the ones brave and kind enough to say hello to me in the first place!”

Do I need them this badly?

Barin threw his jeans on the tarp and then thrusted his boxers in next, causing a small wave to splash on the opposite shore, scaring off frightened squirrels “I do appreciate their company!” He retorted.

Why?

Barin was starting to falter on his own thoughts, and his voice slowly increased in volume until he shouted. “I’m human! I want some socialization, because I miss my home! I miss people! I miss my. My-God-damn! Family!” Barin slammed the boxers onto the tarp, and fell to the ground on his side, centimeters from the water. Tears began leaking from his eyes and his voiced died down to a whisper. “I just...I-I just want to go home...” The word ‘home’ caused more tears to heave from his eyes as the man lay there; in the soft daylight by the flowing river.

The wind made the trees gently shake, and the animals seemed to be nonexistent. Nature was letting him have his moment of sorrow...Com’on now, I need to come to terms with the situation. Getting home is a long term goal, and laying here won't do me any good. The last thing I want is for that wodden wolf to show up, so let’s get going. The trek back to the Castle was long and somewhat wet from the tarp filled to the brim with his soaked clothes. Barin’s mind and mouth were silent during the trip, and both were happy that it was that way.

Barin tossed the tarp of clothes up into his main-castle. He climbed up after it in a slow slump, and in doing so resumed the conversation. “I’m also going crazy, if that wasn't apparent.”

What else is new?

“I need a goal to strive for other than the daily needs, and that goal is to integrate into alien culture.”

Progress at last! I have a goal. What will be my first move?

“Well...let’s go on a tangent.” He had reached the top of the climb and started walking aimlessly around the room, while using a slight bit of focus to avoid colliding into anything. His eyes glossed and his body moved in a symmetric motion as a brainstorm developed.

“Goal; make friends with the ponies and become more acquainted with their culture. Easier said than done of course with all thats happened as of late...However, these horses appear to behave like the ones on Earth, instinctually speaking. Therefore, in terms of behavior, they should be largely pack driven. Not unlike man. If I start a positive view of myself, and slowly expand influence, then I will soon have metaphorical followers to carry a good name for me upon the populous!”

Not bad so far...can't see any blatant flaws.

“As much as I would like Twilight to apologise to me first, I need to get her on good terms in order to clear my name as it were, assuming they even gave me one. I would think so, but it is likely not a kind one.”

Which most would likely be Big-foot... or Goliath. I like that one.

“If I can't get Twilight to help, I’ll defer to her companions. With help from them I can start by introducing myself to the town outskirts, where population is lower and thus less interference from authorities. I’ll have to be gentle about it, but my pre-established friends should help me with that part.”

Use the term friends more loosely.

“Once I have a larger group think more positively of me, I can push into deeper waters. Rinse and repeat and presto! I am in business!”

Oh, we’re actually getting somewhere. But what of the details, hmmm? How will I contact one of them? Last I saw that didn’t quite go so well.

“Simple. I get my crazy little mutant to help.”

Discord?

“I can make things work with Twilight, otherwise I would have to get someone more open minded, or someone good at charades. Discord is both, but I can't trust him with this.”

Then why bring him up?

“Even so, Discord may end up being a sub-par translat-”

“Your not happy with me, are you?” Barin froze in place and turned around to see the mish-mash himself hovering at eye-level, holding a solitary coconut. “I intended that things would go wrong, in fact, I would have been quite disappointed if they didn’t. But trust me, this is all for the best. I need to help teach Twilight a lesson, and sadly you are the means of doing that. And I suppose it is fortunate for my sake that you don't understand what I just said.” He ended his entry with a smirk.

Barin looked at his untrustworthy companion. I dont have to say any relevant words to get the message across. “Well, you’re a slime eating dog! A scum-sucking pig!” Barin made sure to put a negative emotion behind the words and in his face.

Discord interpreted it as an angry threat. “You're clearly mad about this...have a muffin.” To his words, Discord manifested a large muffin in the hand of the giant. He looked at it, saw the blueberries within it, and took a bite out of it begrudgingly.

With a relatively full mouth Barin continued, “Son of a motherless goat!”

“Oh quit pouting!” Discord turned away from him and waved his claw dismissively, floating over to the vacant bed and resting upon it. He took a lime from seemingly nowhere, and stuffed it into the coconut from before. He started to vigorously shake it. “A good gift from a friend solves everything in the end, thats what I’ve observed. Now I just need to think of something special…”

Barin however was not happy with the care-free gesture. “You...Are you actually dismissing my opinion?!” The frustration within him shrank and was replaced with an emotional drain. “I...I was right?”

The truth can bite hard. It’s okay if it hurts. Just don’t salt the wound.

Discord failed to fully acknowledge the change in Barin’s demeanor. “Mmm, I wonder if he knows what bacon is?”

Barin felt an impulse from his gluttony to continue eating the muffin, but his hand objected, and dropped the baked good. It landed with a soft thud. I didn't want this to be true, and I can't be certain if things aren't as bad as they seem... Draining his grief away, he kicked his emotions aside. I’ll bide my time. For now I stick with the plan. “Discord.”

“Yes?”

“Twi…Fluttershy. Fluttershy.” In the midst of realization, he wanted to see someone he was confident in trusting. Ah yes, the stick of butter with wings.

“What about her?”

“Fluttershy.” He lifted a palm and pointed at it with his other hand.

“You want Fluttershy? She doesn't like it when I randomly teleport her, hah, but this is a good excuse!” He clapped twice and the yellow Pegasus appeared directly in the man’s hand.

Immediately she reacted with a frozen surprise, not daring to move a muscle until she had an idea of where she was, but as soon as she saw who was holding her, she relaxed. Slightly. “Oh! Hello, Barin, I uh, didn't realize you could do that…”

“Dear Flutters, he has no magic to speak of. Your presence is my doing.” Quickly she shot a stern expression in Discord’s direction. “He asked politely! As politely as he can, anyway! Take it up with him!”

Fluttershy however clearly did not see that as a worthy excuse. “We are going to have a talk about this.” She turned her attention kindly back to the human. “It’s good to see you up close again! Oh and I wouldn't worry about last night...no real harm was done-”

Discord rolled his eyes as he lay upon Barin’s bed. “That's a lie!”

She looked back firmly at Discord, “I sent you out on lunch break from helping me-”

Discord spoke his claim with energetic movements. “I went to go buy some meat, at the shop! The griffin there said, ‘This is grade A meat.’ So I touched it, I stretched it, and you know what? Ten outta ten. Brought it home; cooked it up with a little spice; a little thyme, some salt and peppa; ten outta ten perfection!”

Fluttershy ignored him. “You must be getting lonely in this old castle.” Her tone was quickly turning into overly sympathetic. “I know things can be hard, what with you being alone most of the time, but know that we will always be here.”

Barin was staring at her intensely and not a single word she said was understood. Her voice alone did bring comfort to him though. I have no good response to whatever she just said...better pet her to show acknowledgement. She said nothing as his other hand caressed her head gently.

Discord looked over with slight curiosity at Fluttershy’s clear enjoyment in the somewhat demeaning pleasure. “Why do you ponies enjoy that so much?” Discord asked with a hint of jealousy. “Whenever I try it, I get a restraining order!”

Fluttershy sat in Barin’s palm thinking this question over while his hand softly ran down her back. Keep calm and pet the pony, I need time to think.

She answered Discord, “I...don't really know. It feels good, I know that, but other animals cuddle with me all the time, so this doesn't feel weird.”

“Yes, well that’s you, but what of other ponies?”

“Thats something you should take up with Twilight, she would know more about that kind of stuff.” She turned back to Barin again, who was staring blankly for the most part. “Oh, and, not to suggest that I don't like seeing you again, but, why did you want me here?”

Barin’s expression of deep thought came to a halt as he tried to process the words he had just heard, to an end as a solution was found in two simple words. “Ponies mad.”

“Oh, maybe a little bit, but not horribly, Twilight is trying her best to manage the situation.”

Barin scowled slightly at the mention of the princess. “Twilight break infinity!”

“What?”

“Twilight break infinity! Barin mad!”

Fluttershy looked to Discord for help, which he did provide with a shrug. “From what I understand it’s related to the needle incident. That, or he and Twilight somehow broke a law of physics. I wholeheartedly wish that was the case!”

Fluttershy had stopped listening to Discord and stared into Barin's eyes, which were staring back out of curiosity of her behavior. She opened her wings and flew closer to his face, keeping gentle eye contact. She placed a hoof on the frame of his glasses, to which he jerked back. She persisted as before and managed to not get a jerk out of him.

Barin was tempted to resist. What is she doing? I have a feeling she might be onto something...but I’m not even remotely sure what…Barin let the mare slide his glasses down to his nose until the lenses no longer were between his eyes and hers. They stared for a few moments, unblinking, before Flutters pushed the frame back up to where it was. She then proceeded to hug him as best she could on the side of his neck and upper chest.

It was not merely a kind hug, but one of care for the individuals well being. An infectious emotion that seemed to become apparent in Barin himself. She...Does she get it? How? Gently, but tightly, his hands and upper arms embraced the hug. I didn't say much...did I say something wrong? Is this just a misinterpretation? He felt her dig into the embrace. Dammit, I’m so confused right now!

“Help Barin.” Two words he understood well. It still did not answer any of his questions, but he felt glad that she somehow understood his predicament.

Gently breaking from the hug, Fluttershy looked up at him, and saw a smile of genuine gratitude. She patted his upper chest where her hoof rested, sharing a similar smile of her own, before talking down towards Discord. “Discord. Can you bring my other friends here? Please?”

“Flutters, I am the God of Chaos. Teleporting multiple ponies to a location is well within my capacity.” Despite this, it appeared that no movement was made to perform the assigned task.

The pegasus rolled her eyes and spoke again. “May you bring my other friends here? Please.”

“But of course!” A large smile sprang onto Discords lips. With a snap of his talons five of the missing ponies were teleported into the room. All five of them were surprised at the event, but quickly made an accurate guess about who was responsible. Discord did not bat an eye at the scowls delivered from them, and he shrugged. “Just obeying orders.”

Barin saw the ponies turn their attention toward him, and the meek pegasus at his feet. Rainbow Dash flew up to Barin with a peeved voice. “You got some kink in your head dude?! Your so lucky nopony got hurt!” She pointed at him accusingly before flying closer to his face. “You need to explain yourself!” Having entered his personal space, she felt a large exhale pass over her. It smelled like a sweet orange candy.

Rainbow was dragged back down to earth by a familiar lavender aura. “Rainbow, I don't think agitating him any further is going to help,” Twilight said, to which the only response she got was a soft huff, and even Twilight herself did not seem to be the most pleased to be standing where she was.

AppleJack concurred with Dash. “Ah agree with RD, some kinda explainin needs ta be done here.”

Fluttershy tried to get her friend's attention. “Um, well you see-”

She was interrupted by Rarity who scolded Barin the the politest way she could, if one could call it scolding in the first place. “Your behavior in the needle incident was understandable, but this,” Rarity gestured a hoof out towards her surroundings, “is most unorthodox!”

“Um...girls?”

Pinkie was the only one who was happy to see the giant. “Barry!” She galloped up to his leg and hugged it tightly. She then noticed the giant muffin on the floor behind said leg and let instincts take over. “Oooh! Muffin time!”

“Girls?” Fluttershy’s only answer was them continuing their conversation with increasing negativity.

“Ah had ta take time off’a work to help clean up that mess! That there was’a two story house ya’ll brought down!”

“There’s unorthodox, and then there’s most unorthodox, and you sir have crossed. That. Line!”

“Twilight? Can you let go of my tail?”

“Sorry!”

“Mmm, good this muffin is!”

Discord fed a straw through the coconut and began loudly slurping the lime tainted milk as he seemed to enjoy listening to the argument.

Fluttershy had no choice, but to raise her voice. “GIRLS!” Fluttershy stared at her friends with a rare countenance of authority. Her friends suddenly stood in a line with Barin watching over them. Having nothing relevant to say nor capable of doing so in the first place, Barin took a few quick steps over to his bed in order to reach his sketch pad.

The room was silent, and there was an air of importance due to the serious nature of the meek pegasus. “Twilight?” Despite the whisper of a call, the tone of the voice carried an unmistakable pressure of someone at the edge of tolerance.

“Y-Yes Fluttershy?” The princess was both confused and concerned, the last thing she wanted was to have peeved her friend in anyway. The reasons for that lay between moral virtues and personal health.

The request was simple. “Apologise to him, please.”

Twilight tensed up, more so than she had been since her arrival. Her eyes darted between Flutters, Barin standing behind her, and every other point in between. As if she were some kind of wall between herself and the giant. As much as she wanted to argue her opinion, it was proven invalid already.

Still, the pride left in her refused to let it go so easily. “Could he do it first?” Her response came in an unanimous scowl from every non-human in the room. “Alright! Alright!” She looked up at Barin, not quite sure how to approach him properly.

Having no context of what was happening, Barin gave a negative expression. This of course did not help Twilight’s nerves. She slowly trotted forward while looking up at him, choosing to utilize the most innocent face as possible hoping to cushion any possible backlash. With a quick dash upward, her eyes were level with his.

Barin still looked resilient towards Twilight’s close proximity, and it became painfully clear that he fully understood now what she was doing. She sighed and spoke softly, “No syringe infinity…”

He pointed at her sharply, “Twilight break infinity!”

She deeply nodded. “Twilight break infinity.” She took a moment to browse through her limited vocabulary to speak in his tongue. “Twilight sad, Twilight sorry.” While she wasn't thinking about it, her eyes could not seem to meet his.

Barin took note of this, and spoke from the chest, thus creating a deeper and more authoritative voice without shouting. “Twilight.” This caused her to truly pay attention.

She repeated her apology. “I broke infinity, and I will never do that again. Twilight sorry.”

From the ground the sight was both heartwarming and slightly off-putting. Rarity whispered over to AJ, “Is it just me, or is this peculiar to watch?”

She wanted to compare more but Applejack got the message. “Ah git ya. One of them moments…”

Barin smiled. The first smile he had shown Twilight in a respectively long time, before returning to a more heartfelt state. “Barin hurt Twilight...Barin sorry.”

It was Twilight’s turn to smile, and she hugged the giant to the best of her ability. She felt his chest vibrate as he spoke with a different tongue. “I suppose this will suffice, a lesson learned for you.” He looked down at her with a warm smile. “Just know that if you break a promise like that again,” He chuckled a few times and lightly shook his head. “May god have mercy upon your soul.”

Twilight sighed in relief, a huge weight was lifted from her shoulders. “I’m glad you were understanding.”

“Your little soul…”

Rainbow Dash called from far below, “You guy’s done yet?”

Discord appeared beside her and pouted. “Aww, does Dashie hate warm-touchy moments?”

She huffed a stray hair away from her eyes, even though it wasn't in the way. “This isn't touching to watch, it’s awkward and weird.”

Pinkie objected. “Its not weird, it’s different!”

Rarity looked at Fluttershy. “Is there another reason you brought us here?”

Flutters quickly became excited. “Oh, yes! I was finally able to communicate with him!”

Twilight quickly shot a confused look at her. “What? In what way?”

“Oh, the way I do with other animals.”

AJ entered the conversation. “And this is happen’en now because?”

“Um, well, before his emotions seemed blurry and unfocused, his body language didn't seem to make sense to me.” She looked to her right and Twilight landed beside her. Barin then made the less subtle move of sitting down, sending light vibrations through the floor. Flutters continued, “Um, yeah, Barin asked for me and Discord brought me here, and I could tell that he felt bad about last night; then I looked past his glasses and into his eyes, and I finally understood what he wanted!”

The way everyone looked on as a sign for her to continue. “He wants to be friends with everypony! He wants greater companionship-”

Dash interjected “Whoa! Whoa, there! What?! Greater companionship? Are we not good enough for him?”

“No! Not like that...its more of an instinctual thing–”

Twilight had an epiphany. “Oh! I think I understand what you mean! For a while now I knew that he was a social mammal from the first time we met, and his determination to be part of our society would be an instinctive effort for him to become part of a larger herd!”

Discord commented. “Sounds a bit selfish if you ask me. He has the seven of us on a regular basis, for the most part. That’s a herd right there.”

Twilight knew her logic didn't seem completely sound, “Erm, well maybe it runs deeper than that but it’s all I got so far.”

Pinkie looked up at Barin, who was obviously getting bored sitting and not doing anything while the ponies talked, the sketch pad had been closed and set aside. In an answer to this, Pinkie jumped onto his lap and rolled onto her back. He looked down at her, silently questioning the personal pride or shame that the little horse may or may not have. Regardless, he started rubbing her belly, where she released a blissful sigh.

The others were ignoring the spectacle nearly all of them had indulged in themselves at one time. AJ picked the conversation up. “So he wants ta make friends with Ponyville fer whateva reason? This migh’ be a surprise, but the town ain't exactly keen on seeing his face again.”

Rainbow agreed. “Yeah, crushing a house will do that. And also stomping around in the middle of the night.”

Fluttershy was undeterred. “Well, it won't be easy, but I bet if we convince some ponies, they can convince more ponies–”

Twilight interrupted. “So like a domino effect? Sounds tedious but I can't think of a better option. I don’t know how well they will react to me taking Barin’s actions so loosely.”

Discord interjected, “Do like the Princesses do, toss a few white lies in the mix.” He didn't need to see their reactions to know that they thought the idea was absurd. “I’m giving you legitimate advice for once, I’d take it if I were y–”

“I will not lie to my subjects!”

“If you say so.” He snapped his talons and a double ended sludge hammer appeared in one arm and a large house fan appeared in the other. “If you will excuse me, I have business to attend to.” He disappeared in a flash.

Rainbow spoke to Twilight. “He has a point, telling the town that we’ve known about him all this time might not be the best way.”

AppleJack, of course, defended the truth. “Tell’n the truth will help ponies trust her in the future. Lie’n could make things worse!”

Fluttershy spoke up, “The ponies are just confused and concerned for their own good; they don't know a thing about him.” Flutters glanced at Pinkie who was enjoying having her rear scratched.

Rarity deadpanned, “Pinkie, I’ll admit I indulged in it once, but you are taking it to demeaning levels!”

Pinkie respond in a half-focused way. “But I can’t scratch there…”

Rainbow was getting annoyed. “And you guys wonder why I don't try it! It turns you into a needy dog!”

Pinkie gasped dramatically. “You haven't been cuddled by the Digits of Bliss! Dashie! You MUST try it!”

“Uh, how ‘bout no.”

“Please?”

“Pinkie…”

“Pwetty please?!”

“No!”

“Pwetty please with hot-sauce ont-”

“No, Pinkie!”

“Alright, I triple dog dare you!”

“What?!”

“Your hooves are bound, Rainbow Dash, you know the rules. Never decline a triple dare!”

Twilight leaned over to AJ and whispered, “Is she getting blackmailed?”

“Eeyup.”

Rainbow narrowed her eyes. “I’ll get you good for this Pinkie Pie, real good.” Disgruntled, she approached Barin and nudged his other free hand carelessly. He looked down at Rainbow, confused at her sudden desire for attention, given her negative reactions in the past. He then looked down at Pinkie who rapidly nodded in excitement.

A hand placed itself on Rainbow’s backside, and she tensed up at first. Before relaxing a little bit more with every following stroke, before tensing up again. AppleJack couldn't help but laugh at the skewing face of Rainbow Dash. “Haha! Enjoying yerself?”

Rainbow dash’s response came through clenched teeth. “Yes!-I-I am!” Her tone sounding more agitated than it did pleasurable, and she would’ve been lying if she had said the sensation of being petted didn’t feel good. Which was the exact reason why she was frustrated.

Pinkie decided to show the blissful pegasus some mercy. “Alright Barin.” She tugged on his shirt. “Thats enough!” Her voice fell on deaf ears. “Barin?” She called a little louder. He looked down at her, his index finger continuing to ravage behind Rainbow’s ears. “Stop?” He ceased petting.

Seeing Pinkie’s confused face directed towards her, Twilight gave an explanation. “His vocabulary is growing, but its limited to easy ones like nouns, names, and concepts that can be illustrated.”

Rainbow gladly slipped away from the hand her cheeks flushed. “O-ok, Pinkie!” She gulped and thought for a brief moment. “I-I dare you to not be petted for three whole days!” Pinkie’s eyes dilated and her face was one of despair. Rainbow Dash smiled deviously and said in a low voice, “Starting now.”

Pinkie’s eyes narrowed and she calmly slid off her hand. “Touche’, Dashie.”

Rarity looked to the two ponies with a confused expression. “Okay,” she muttered quietly and looked to the others. “Well, its like Fluttershy said.” Rarity said returning to their previous topic, “we convince some ponies who help convince more ponies, etcetera, etcetera. Of course, that would mean having him meet other ponies face to face.” She glanced upward at the giant. “...So to speak.”

Pinkie tossed in a suggestion. “Why not throw a giant party!?”

“No can do sugarcube, the ponies are still riled up over yesterday.”

Twilight straightened her posture, her voice becoming more serious. “Then we divide and conquer. You guys ask around Ponyville and try to convince some of the town, even if it’s just one pony. If things look good then we can move forward with the plan, however, if the damage is too great then we need to think of something more drastic, maybe more blunt.”

Spike sat back in a lavish reclining chair while devouring a treat, which was made by gods, known as ice-cream. Twilight had stayed up late to do research on politics, so the dragon thought some early morning dessert couldn't hurt. So long as he didnt get caught. The serving itself was actually in moderation, being that eating the whole tub would be too obvious. Despite the rate it was melting, Spike made sure that he ate quietly.

It should go without saying that he had tried this before with poor results, hence the caution. Ice-cream after breakfast is hard to pass up, and well worth the chance of lavender doom catching him red-clawed.

There was no obvious clumps of crystal-road left in the bowl, and the only step left was to place the bowl in the sink to fill with water. He had just turned off the faucet before the Purple alicorn entered.

Her mane was well groomed as usual, there were no baggy eyes, and the smell of saliva and paper seemed absent from her breath when she spoke. “Morning, Spike.”

It was strange, the equine had no obvious trace of over-clocking the night prior. This put Spike off. “Uh, morning Twi. Did you sleep, well?”

“I slept perfectly fine.”

Spike wasn't sure if she was serious. “Is there a problem? Because I would think so.”

“Spike, Barin is not causing that much of a disturbance.”

He knew now that something was very wrong. He walked over to the table and picked up one of the many large stacks of papers. “These, are complaints and requests regarding the weeks’ disturbance. The ones on the table are as well.”

“They’re just over reacting–”

“When I showed them to you you went straight to your room saying you needed to look into politics. That made sense at the time, but you don't seem like your usual went-to-bed-studying self.”

She put a hoof over his mouth. “I get it! I just couldn’t find any books relevant to my disposition!”

He pushed her hoof off his mouth. “Face the facts Twilight! You need to sweet talk your way out of this, or do something that makes the ponies forgive Bearin!”

“First off all, no. Secondly, it’s pronounced Barin.”

“It’s not an easy name! Be-air-in-”

“Barin.”

“Whatever, my point is that you need to finally exercise the power you have!”

“I will not force them to accept him!”

“That’s not what I’m saying! Test your voice with a bunch of random ponies, see what they say! You’re royalty! It’s not like they’re going to be harsh about it right into your face.”

Twilight began to trot over to the fridge. “Look, we have a plan–”

Spike placed the list of complaints back on the table with the others, doubt was dripping in his voice. “Did you make it last night?”

She called back with her head hidden behind the fridge door. “No, I–”

Spike walked over and leaned on the refrigerator door, his distrust now drooling from his words. “Oh? What is this plan then?”

Twilight pulled her head out from the fridge and pushed the door shut, causing Spike to fall in the process. “I don't like your attitude, Spike!”

He retorted as he got back up, pointing objectively. “Hey! He is causing an avalanche of chaos! If you mess this up then another building may go down!”

Twilight seemed hesitant, given his undesirable behavior. “...Okay, fine. We are going to try to convince the ponies to accept him, one horse at a time.”

Spike’s flat voice and expression indicated the lack of faith in this plan as he walked back over to the table. “Sounds tedious.”

Twilight made a mock interjection. “Oh! Well then, do you have a better one?”

Spike persisted in making a valid point, despite how much her tone of voice pushed his buttons. He threw out his arms in a desperate attempt. “Make a public announcement! You're hiding in the truth from them if you aren't being up front!”

She in turn leaned forward. “I will make a public speech! I can't go around talking about him as if Barin was a secret!”

Spike leaned forward as well, its affect fruitless due to the distance now between them. “What-”

She didn't want to hear any more of it and silenced him by the means of teleporting just in front of his face “Can we just drop it!?”

As much as Spike wanted to continue, he knew enough to know that the argument wasn't being helpful. “...You know what? Fine. Want me to make you breakfast?”

“No thanks, Spike... I’ll get my own food today.” Without saying anything else, she left the building. Leaving both of them with a bitter taste in their mouths.

He grumbled and opened the freezer. “Another train wreck waiting to happen.” He picked up the tub of crystal-road and was about to fetch a new bowl when someone decided to interrupt.

“Why would you serve yourself a portion?” Discord had appeared out of nowhere with a large, monstrosity of a contraption next to him. Spike turned around, and was not only shocked to see Discord, but the machine itself. A functional fan of hammers.

The house fan was stripped of its blades in favor of double ended sledge hammers. How it was even turning at such high speeds was strange enough, but once more was that it was actually generating an effective draft.. “What are you doing here?”

Discord stretched his limbs as he sat in the chair. “Oh!-Just-crack- Ah, decided to have some breakfast here today.” He looked at the fridge mischievously. “May I? I am a guest, after all.”

Spike grumbled but knew that refusing was not going to change anything. “Fine, help yourself.”

The fridge opened under the god’s command, and food randomly floated to the table where a large plate was waiting. As this was happening, Discord looked at one of the many papers on the table. “Looks like our friend has made quite a name for himself.”

Spike took Discord advice from earlier and started eating from the tub. “You seem.” He swallowed a whole scoop. “,to be good friends with him.”

“I have my reasons,” Discord threw his legs up onto the table. “Besides, just because of my reputation I can't make friends by myself?” He said flashing a look towards Spike.

Spike broke eye contact. “No, but if I had a giant friend who is loyal, powerful, and has my back,” He smiled at the thought. “I would be a little more confident in making unpopular decisions.”

Discorded snorted. “Why must you assume the worst?”

“I have my reasons.”

“Hah! Very well then!” With a snap of his talons a train set appeared on the floor behind them, no more than three feet away. The track was in a simple oval, and the train looked and sounded like a miniature version of a real one, pulling miniature passenger cars. The engine was purple and lavender with a pink smoke stack. Twilight’s cutie mark was also imprinted on it. At the same time, the food had ceased arriving at Discord’s plate, which has a small mound of edibles upon it.

Spike looked at the train chugging its way around the track. It even produced actual steam from the funnel. “What’s with the steam train?”

Discord swallowed a whole sandwich he had made on the spot before answering. “Mmm, I couldn't help but overhear your little argument, and decided that you should see my personal representation of Twilight’s predicament.”

Spike did not look at the train, but kept his focus on the eavesdropper. “Eavesdropping is rude you know.” Discord did not answer; instead, he was focused on the train. Spike sighed and looked at it as well.

The train was chugging along just as it had been, occasionally blowing its little whistle. Slowly, it gained speed and the rate of acceleration was visibly beginning to increase. Then suddenly, without any forewarning, the locomotive began to catch fire before releasing small explosions that triggered the other cars to do the same. Thereafter it began to spontaneously combust, and finally, the whole train flew off the tracks and exploded in a huge fire ball. The fire did not spread outside the train that it started on, and the flames died out leaving only the track and some of the floor covered in ash.

Discord whispered under his breath so Spike couldn't hear him, “Millions are dead.”

Spike blinked a couple times. “Y-yeah. Like I said before...a train wreck…”

Discord was softly giggling, “Hm-hm-hm! I was more implying that she’s derailing!” He then busted out in laughter.

Author's Note

My chapters are growing in size...I find this to be one of the reasons why I'm taking longer.

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Conception

Chapter 8 - Conception

The Everfree Giant. A name that strikes fear and wonder into the minds of the residents of Ponyville. As far as they are concerned, the cursed forest just became that much more dangerous. Giant creatures living in the forest is nothing new, and even on the rare occasions where one attacks, the situation is duly handled. But what makes this one special is purely the strange anatomy of the beast.

From the photographs released it is clear that it wears clothes, wields a forged weapon, and uses glasses. This alone suggests intelligence, but when asked about the violence it displayed two days ago, Princess Twilight Sparkle gave us only this, “...The bright spotlights were disorienting him, and induced natural self-defense behavior…” That said, it is not known whether the identified spotlight-ponies will be blamed for the events, but it goes without saying that some form of justice must be delivered.

The princess will announce appropriate actions to protect and investigate the new threat today, yet there are so many questions already, and as with any royal announcement, it usually raises more questions than answers. One of the most obvious ones being why hasn’t the princesses been taking this more seriously, and with faster action?

Locals who live on the outskirts near forest should be concerned the most, given the obvious risk. Many ponies already spoken to believe that The Canterlot Sisters are to be given the weight of this affair. “After all,” Farmer Wheat Chop remarked, “Sparkle hasn't been princess for long, who’s to say that she’s really ready yet?”

It’s a valid concern. Great power comes with great responsibility, and perhaps the post-protege of the princess isnt fit for that kind of thing. Even with the limited power she has...

The article continued on, but Spike chose that statement as a good stopping point. He looked up from the paper to see Twilight sitting across the table re-reading a speech that had taken her ten tries. Spike noticed she was helping herself to a third bowl of unsweetened oatmeal, beside her was the empty coffee pot, the base of it already sticky and dry.

The jittering alicorn brought yesterday’s simulation to Spike’s mind, he could still see the Sparkle Express derail in a horrible ball of fire: an example that was, quite frankly, a fair representation of possible event, and to that extent, a fair representation of previous events, like when she found all of the food in the fridge gone.

In fact, he had suspicions that Discord did what he did for a reason, because, despite his reputation, there is meaning to the madness. Discord is no fool, of the stupid variety at least.

Spike folded up the newspaper and set it down. Doing so revealed a sack of bits and a long grocery list sitting neatly on the table next to the crumby remains of Spike’s own breakfast. He picked up both items and started towards the door.

Spike stopped and opened his mouth, ready to notify Twilight of his leave, but thought against it. He knew too well that spoken words would only fall on deaf ears. Her complete attention was focused on the speech before her.

Proceeding out the door, he went off to visit the town market. The weather appeared to be cool and calm, and the townsfolk busied about their day as usual. Despite of what he had read in the paper, everypony was quite calm. That did not change until he reached the market.

Spike’s first stop was the tomato stand. As the stallion behind the counter gathered the tomatoes, Spike’s ears picked up a keyword amongst the din. “Giant?” Was all he heard over the bustling crowd. “Yeah, feels like one of those disaster movies, when an alien attacks and destroys Manehattan.”

Spike turned away from the stand and looked at the conversationalists, who turned out to be Rose and Lily.

“I know right! It was like something out of Horsezilla!”

“Sir.”

“Exactly! I heard from Rose a few hours ago–”

“Sir?” Spike jolted when the tomato stallion tapped his shoulder, the requested fruit was sitting on the counter patiently. “Oh! Sorry,” Spike put the bits on the table and stashed the fruit. “Have a good day!” The stallion waved back as he turned towards Rose and Lily, intent on putting an end to their conversation.

However, the mares were already on the move. Not only was Spike hindered by the dense crowd, but also by a large set of merchants pulling their goods and stands to a location further down the market. In the end, Spike knew that it would be a fruitless effort to try and reach the mares at this point. Disgruntled, he continued shopping, but kept his ears open for a similar conversation.

The next stop was the bread stand. There, Spike made the transaction swift but polite, knowing that time was a factor if he wanted to get home anytime soon.

“I’m telling you, Bonnie, he has hands! Hands!” Spike stopped in mid bread stashing, his ears twitching towards the direction of the voice. Pivoting around on his heels, he could see Lyra and Bon Bon sitting on a bench not too far away. The two of them appeared to be exchanging pleasantries as they watched the shopping ponies go by.

Bon Bon sighed and shook her head. “Come on, Lyra, first it was dragon claws, then minotaur hands, now this! Are you sure you don’t need to go see Dr. Reed again?”

Connecting the dots, Spike quickly placed the rest of the bread in his bag and went over to the two mares. “Come on, Bon Bon, can’t you for once agree with me on how awesome this is?”

Bon bon closed her eyes. “Lyra, what is so interesting about limbs with fingers? You have magic for Celestia’s sake!”

“What’s interesting is that they don’t need to u–”

“Morning Lyra, Bon Bon!” Spiked smiled and waved as he approached the two mares.

Both mares knew Spike as more of an acquaintance than a friend, but that’s not to say that they disliked his company, evidenced by Lyra’s cheerful greeting, “Morning, Spike! How are things?”

Spike shrugged his shoulders. “Eh, Discord ate everything in our fridge so I have a big shopping list. So I guess I’m alright.”

Bon Bon lifted an eyebrow. “Did he eat the fridge itself?”

Spike hadn't considered that until recently. It certainly could have happened. “Thankfully no, but did I hear you two talking about the giant?”

Lyra got more excited than before. She leapt from her spot on the bench and closed in on Spike’s personal space. “Yes!”

Bon still did not share this energy, matter of fact at the mentioning of the giant her features faltered a little. “Lyra, as far as I’m concerned it’s just another weird thing that lives in the weird forest.”

Lyra glared back at her companion. “Say what you will Bonnie, but when the EBA publishes my work I’ll be promoted!”

Spike became worried. “EBA is coming out here? Now?!”

Lyra didn't pick up on Spike’s distress, but instead sat down and crossed her forelegs. “They should have been here sooner, and I just got investigative authority.”

Spike’ eyes widened in surprise, and he leaned forward whilst pointing at Lyra. “You work for the EBA?!”

“Well yes, I–”

Bon Bon answered this question before Lyra could by cutting her off. “She doesn't have a biologist’s PHD, ye–”

Lyra interrupted abruptly, with her voice carrying an annoyed attitude toward Bon Bon. “I may not have a ‘P.H.D’ , but I am recognized by my work and was certified as a biologist because of it!” She nodded her head definitively. She turned back to Spike, who was putting his talon to his chin in deep thought. “Anyhow, I can't tell you much more Spike. Given the tense state of the town, they want to do this privately.”

Spike only nodded, and raised his claw defensively. “I understand.” There was a moment of awkward silence as none of them knew what to say next. “Uh, well, I have to keep moving–”

Both mares spoke at the same time. “Bye, Spike!”

Bon Bon suddenly turned to Lyra and shouted, “Jinx! You buy me an apple!” Lyra was pouting in defeat by the time Spike got out of earshot.

During the following hour spending time at numerous stands, Spike started to hear more optimistic conversations about his friend. But, in spite of all that, the thought of the EBA coming to Ponyville worried him the most. “If Twilight keeps her research a secret any longer, the EBA will get credit for everything." Spike bit his tongue his nerves were starting to get to him the more he thought about it. “If a princess can't interfere in time, then this could actually get really bad! Barin is in danger!”

Instinctively, the pace of his shopping quickened. “We could have another needle incident again, and this time–” He shuddered while stuffing oranges into the bag, before tossing bits at the cashier dismissively. He was gone by the time the mare had counted the change. “This time, he could really hurt somepony! Or even worse, they force him out of his home!”

“I regret nothing!” Discord declared valiantly, standing with his back straight and chest out in such a way to complement a brave statement. Regardless, the royal sisters were not appeased by it.

Celestia stood from her throne, with a rare countenance of anger. “You put my ponies in great risk because of your foalish decisions! I need a serious explanation from you, Discord!”

The god broke his stance and taunted Celestia with a subtle face. “My dear Celestia, when have I ever been upfront with you?”

Luna raised her brow breaking away from her own frustration, but did not yet remove herself from her throne. “You have been upfront for others?”

Discord started with an expressionless face. Literally. In a split second Discord’s face was gone from his head, leaving only his mouth and a disturbing outlook. “Yes, yes I have.” Both Princesses blinked in response to the faceless being, only to see it whole again.

Their continuing silence did prompt Discord to continue, “Think of it as a privilege. You will always get the more cryptic version of my words.”

Celestia kept her voice firm, and took a step towards him. “ I wouldn't rest on those laurels! It only delays the inevitable truth!”

Discord waved a talon at her playfully, whilst laying on a mattress of fresh laurel bushes. “Be careful Celly! The truth can be nothing more than powerful lies!” He looked at Luna directly and narrowed his eyes. “History has proven that.”

Luna now stood from her throne, angry that Discord would suggest at her past. “Enough! Tell us why you–!” She stopped, but not by her own accord. Looking down, Luna saw that she was silenced by a clam kissing her lips. It was not a bite, but a kiss. Despite the physical incompatibility of the mollusk doing so. The salty texture imprinted onto Luna’s mouth, and she reacted appropriately with outright disgust. “Blech!”

Discord was now holding a bucket of sentient clams while wearing a carnival hat. Appropriate music from seemingly nowhere and a Coney-Island accent also came with it. “I shall pull a clam from this bucket; the pearl of truth you search for may be inside it.” Before they could object, Discord reached in, a random clam was pulled from the bucket.

It opened with a celebratory cheer in a deep manly tone, “Congratulations!” Indeed, inside was a perfect pearl, in all it’s glory. Discord looked at the clam, as if it had just stabbed him in the back. The clam said nothing more. The other clams in the bucket cheered in celebration while also throwing some confetti.

Celestia relaxed a bit, knowing the conversation was changing in her favor by pure luck. Yet, she refused to let her guard down. “At least be true to your word.”

Disgruntled, he complied, and threw the bucket behind him where it landed on a poor guard’s head. The clams inside the bucket began attacking the stallion, and one of them shouted, “Attaquer mes frères!”

Discord did not pay heed to the fighting, and instead slithered forward closer to the royals. “I thought it would be fun to teach Twilight a lesson using a little motivation from her, quote, ‘cuddle-tickle buddy.’ And so far I have no regrets in that endeavor.” He crossed his arms and looked away dismissively. “This issue is within Twilight’s jurisdiction. Neither of you can just step in and magically fix this!”

The clams were putting up a fair fight against the royal guard, who was quickly getting overwhelmed, but his pride prevented an outcry for help. Understandable, since no horse would easily admit that they were beaten by seafood. The other unicorn guard standing at the right side of the door looked on in amusement.

Luna began to trot slowly forward, her focus on Discord rather than the fighting. “Who’s to say we can’t?”

Discord leaned forward confidently. “Is Twilight less than the crown you gave her?” He saw a tinge of guilt appear on their faces, and smiled. “You should know that she would feel dejected if some other princess solved a problem in her own town.”

Meanwhile, the clams had stolen the guard’s spear, and were now beating down on the flailing pony.

Celestia refused to let her frustration overtake her with visible restraint. “That is not why you’re here! What lesson are you trying to teach?!”

Discord made a bold move, by means of turning his back toward them completely as if he were ready to walk out of the room. “I’m teaching her what you couldn't.”

Celestia spoke with great interest as to what he would say next. “What would that be?” Luna was too silently asking the same question.

Discord knew he had the edge. “It’s quite ironic really. An art that neither of you enjoy using yourselves, given the honest nature you both possess.” He turned around, wearing an old fashioned formal white wig, monocle, and a french mustache. “Politics! The art of sweet talk and white lies, if you will!”

Celestia narrowed her eyes. “Why? In this way?”

Discord suddenly appeared between both sisters in a poof of confetti, and put an arm around each of them. He was very up beat all of the sudden. “Hahaha!” He pulled both royals closer to his face, as if he were to whisper the answer. “Because I'm Discord! HA-HA-HA!” In a puff of cotton candy, he was gone.

The guard was now tied up in a corner with his head down in defeat. The unicorn guard had incapacitated the enemy clams with levitation, and looked at his partner with humorous pity.

AppleJack trotted towards her house having stored another cart of fresh apples. Precious time was lost due to recent events, and because of that she just couldn't put off any more work. That said, she knew well enough not to overwork herself.

Upon entering the kitchen, she saw Granny Smith heaving a small sack of flour onto the countertop. “Hold-on there granny!” Trotting over, AJ took the weight of the sack off of granny. “Lemme help ya with that.” Effortlessly, she placed the sack on the countertop.

Granny smiled out of appreciation, “Thank ya kindly.” Her face softened into a sadder state. “Ah’m getin ta the point where ah can't even lift a sack of flour…”

AppleJack frowned. “Now don’t ya start sayin things like tha-”

Granny dismissed AJ’s concern with a wave of a hoof. “Now hush there. It’s all part of bein’ old.” She trotted over to a cupboard to retrieve some spices.

AppleJack shifted uncomfortably toward the sink. “Yeah, uh, have ya seen AppleBloom?”

“Oh! I sent the young’in out ta play in her tree house, why?”

AppleJack then rolled her eyes and went to a nearby cabinent to grab a glass.. “She supposed ta be workin’!” She growled, “Ever since the giant incident–”

All of a sudden Granny Smith whipped around from her spot in the cabinet. “Now look here! Ah dont’ want no talk about that thing! It’s bad luck ta talk about that kinda stuff!” She emphasized this by stomping her hoof.

“Bad luck?” AppleJack stopped short of grabbing a glass and glanced over at Granny.

Granny turned back around quickly to retrieve the ingredients she had pinpointed earlier. “Gossip like that never brought this family any good!” She said, “So it’s best ya’ll stay out of it!” She paused to handle the spices and to place them next to the flour. AJ had just poured her drink from the tap. “The only time ah want ta hear of it, is if the thing is romp’in around our acres!”

AJ folded back her ears in slight surprise at Smith’s conservative position. “A-Alright, Granny. Eh…Ah won’t” She swallowed the whole glass of water in one gulp. “A–Ah’m gona go look fer AppleBloom.”

Granny was focused on baking the apple pastry, and didn't even glance at AJ. “Alright, don't over work yerself out there!”

AppleJack trotted off at a brisk pace toward the clubhouse, feeling conflicted about what she had just learned. On her way through the acres though, she began to voice her concerns out loud. “Feels kinda weird ta keep the truth from her...and Ah’d never guess she’d feel that way…” Her trot went into auto-pilot as the gears in her head churned away. “Ah mean, she can be a tide-bit closed minded, but still, Barin’s mah friend…”

Her train of thought derailed when her head acquainted itself with the bark of a tree. “Oof!” She fell on her rump and sat there for a moment before an apple crashed down on her head.

After shaking off the encounter she glared at the tree and stood back up. Bothered by her previous words, Applejack shook her head and moved on. “That wouldn't feel right,” She said, “going against him no matter how little we know about each other...We're still friends...but mah family is family, even if it is just Granny Smith, as far as ah know anyway...” She grumbled in frustration. “Got butterflies in my darn chest talking ‘bout this…”

Suddenly, AppleJack heard a deep noise. THUD! “...Wait…” She heard it again, and felt the ground shake lightly beneath her hooves THUD! “...Ah know that stomp’in sound…” THUD! With that, her body sprang into motion.“AppleBloom! AppleBloom!!” Trees whizzed by her vision as the noise became louder, and louder. “Apple-Bloom!!” She continued to run, before jumping over a bush in front of the treehouse clearing was. “Appl-l-l-what now!?”

What she saw took a few moments to register. AppleBloom, Sweetie Bell, and Scootaloo were all playing around a pair of giant hands like it was a jungle gym. The owner of the hands was none other than Barin, who was lying on his back watching the fillies play on his stomach and chest. He was also “carefully” shifting his legs and lower body into a comfortable position. THUD!

To Barin, the fillies were delicately small, but the smile on his face implied he was enjoying himself. The three of them bounced on the stomach flexing from his breathing, and romped around the fingers and hands like it was a constantly changing playground.

AppleJack just stood there, absorbing the sight at first, before realizing the irrisponsibility at hoof. She announced her presence with an authoritative tone. “AppleBloom!” She saw the three of them freeze and shoot their heads in her direction. Barin’s reaction was similar, but much more lax. “Come here, young mare!”

AppleBloom was cupped in Barin’s right hand at that moment, which allowed him to conveniently lower her onto the ground. She mumbled something under her breath too quietly for her sister to hear, but retained a respectable demeanor once in front of AppleJack. “Yes?”

AppleJack raised an eyebrow.

AppleBloom glanced down defensively. “Well, we were playing in the clubhouse when Barin show–”

“Hold the hay!” Applebloom flinched, startled by her sisters sudden interruption. “How do ya’ll know his name?” She asked looking at her suspiciously.

AppleBloom’s voice became more authoritative. “He politely introduced himself! He even knows our names now!”

“How long’s he been here?” AJ said motioning her head towards Barin who waved innocently.

AB reverted to her meek state and shuffled her hooves. “Ah dunno, a few hours ah guess...”

AJ rubbed her temple with a hoof. “Look, Granny made a mistake, ‘cause Ah still need ya back at the barn.” The other two fillies had climbed off Barin and trotted over to AppleBloom’s side. “Now you two should git home, but you be careful about how ya’ll describe this to yer parents.” She then glared at Barin, he looked confused. “You!” She pointed. “You and Ah need ta talk!”

Sweetie Belle looked back at her newfound friend. “How do you know him?”

“That’s none of your concern!” Apple jack said stepping passed her, before she waved the fillies off. “Now you girls go!”

Once Barin saw the fillies start to depart, he gave a basic farewell, a small smile filled wave. “Good–Bye AppleBloom, Sweetie Belle, Scoot-alo.”

The fillies waved back before trotting off into the acres.

Barin looked back to the defensive sister who was staring at him intensely. “Hello, Appru–Jack.” He said turning himself around so that they were face to face.

As much as AJ was unhappy with having her land invaded, she did enjoy seeing her friend again. “Well, hello yerself.” She trotted closer to his face and sat down. “Ah see you’ve gotten yerself in quite a comfortable spot,” She smiled, “the grass here is mighty soft.”

“...”

“Ah would appreciate it in the future if ya tell me ahead of time before ya come here and knockin’ over all mah trees.”

The two sat in a brief silence. “...You have a lovely daughter. Or daughters, I can't be sure. They remind me of my young cousin, in a strange way.” Barin’s voice was surreal, and his breath had a light orange scent.

AppleJack didn't know what he said, but she knew what that smell was, and it only made her smile widen. “Ya still have that candy? The stuff’s good, wont deny that–Woah now!” Barin carefully lifted her onto his chest, and of course began to pet her. Not before gently removing her hat though. “Hey–y, ya be careful with that!” He set it next to her. “It’s mah favorite!”

“You have an accent, I can tell. The way you talk, it’s much different than the others, and it’s harder to understand.” He carefully stroked her mane and tail, the stress melting away from the mare’s tired muscles as he did so. “A farmer. An apple farmer with a sense of parenthood, good for you.”

Releasing a blissful sigh, AppleJack knew it was fruitless to resist, but also knew that work still needed to be done. “Maybe, just five minutes…” She made herself comfortable by laying on her right side, and closing her eyes. Feeling his chest heave air, and hearing it to a degree with her right ear being pressed to his skin. “Ya still have that, shovel–axe thing? I can't believe ah drooled over your tool like that when ah first saw it....” She then paused, opened her eyes wide, and blushed. “Ah should have Big-Mac slap me fer sayin that–heck let alone think about it that way!”

“You talk a lot,” Barin said looking down at her, he snorted, “then again I’m not getting much of my own words across either.”

AJ began to relax again to the strokes of his hand. “Granny Smith’s gonna flip when she hears what AppleBloom says…” She then tensed up slightly. “Granny...She’ll like ya fer sure, so long as my sister don’t mess it up.” The hand came back for another stroke, but AJ stopped it by lifting her head up and leaning into the palm. “Yer an honest–ta–goodness, gentle giant. Granny will take ta ya like apples and peanut-butter.”

“Awww!”

Like lightning, AppleJack was standing up looking for the intruder. “Wha?! Who’s–?” Rarity had just entered, beholding the sight by the embarrassed farmer.

Rarity giggled seeing her friend like that. “AppleJack, I’m flabbergasted! I’ve never heard something that sincere leave your mouth!”

AppleJack nervously put her hat back on. “Well, eh, ah, uh…”

Rarity waved her hoof playfully. “Oh don't frazzle yourself! He is a sweet thing after all.” She became puzzled as AJ hopped down from Barin’s chest. “But how, and better yet when, did he get here?”

AppleJack rubbed the back of her head with a hoof. “Welp, Ah assume he walked here the long way round. It is pretty private this deep into the acres, but as fer how long, your guess is as good as mine. Ah found him playing with the Crusaders.”

Rarity widened her eyes at that. “Oh my! How did that work out?”

AJ could see the concern in her eyes. “They're fine, he’s actually quite good with them.”

Rarity relaxed. “Oh, well.” She looked at Barin, who was staring up at the clouds peacefully. “He is surprisingly gentle, albeit unpredictable at times.”

AppleJack’s ears perked straight up as she remembered something important. “That reminds me, how did Twilight’s speech go? I wasn’t there.”

Rarity instantly wore a look of concern and uncertainty. “Ah, that…”

AppleJack looked at Rarity with surprise. “That bad?”

Rarity shifted her hooves uncomfortably, “No, no. Not bad per se, just...could have been better.”

Applejack shook her head and frowned. “Ah still don't like the sound of that.”

“I-It, well.” Rarity sighed. “Her delivery was fine, a bit shaky at the start, but she recovered. The big mistake she made was to accept questions…”

AppleJack leaned back against a tree and let out an uneasy breath. “She told the truth didn’t she?” Rarity winced slightly and stared AJ in the eyes. For moment the two were matched in a staring contest. Finally, Rarity broke eye contact and gazed at the ground.“Flying-Feather!” Applejack cursed and stomped her hooves. “Don’t ya’ll know how much damage that could do, or did?!?”

“I have no clue.” Rarity shrugged and turned away briefly. “As much as I asked, Twilight just flew off to somewhere, mumbling about something.” She put her hoof to her chin. “I believe she mentioned the E.B.A, do you know who they are?”

AppleJack scratched her head. “Maybe...Aren't they those super sciencey ponies?”

Rarity shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine.” A deep breath admitted from behind the ponies. AJ briefly looked over her shoulder

Barin had closed his eyes to enjoy the peace of the open area. The soft wind, and equally soft grass. Sadly, the only thing missing was silence, but he found no fair reason to complain. “I need only one thing at this point, a fresh glass of Jack Daniels, and maybe a cheeseburger.”

AppleJack sighed heavily, the weight of the news she had just received had just stacked even more stress onto her day. “Ok, we should address this today, this could be really bad!”

Rarity patted AJ on the shoulder. “I know dear, and I already have a plan! We will meet up at Fluttershy’s this afternoon to do just that!”

“Well, okay.” Apple jack nodded. “But somepony needs ta keep an eye on this guy!” She pointed at Barin. “He needs ta get back ta the castle.”

Rarity straightened her posture, putting hoof to her chest proudly, she proclaimed, “I’ll be with him for the rest of the day, my store is closed, and Sweetie Belle will be with her parents!”

AppleJack’s looked at Rarity in disbelief. “Rarity, you’ll have ta travel through the Everfree Forest ta git anywhere, ya know that?”

Rarity brushed her hair to the side daintily. “It’s not all day, just for a few hours. I can handle this.” She placed her hoof to AppleJacks chest. “Trust me, dear.”

AppleJack still visibly doubted this plan. “Well, if ya say so.” She gave a humerous smile. “You’d better know what ya’ve gotton yerself into.” She turned around. “Now Ah need ta catch up with AppleBloom and her friends, but when I come back he better not be here!” She galloped away, not bothering to wait for a response.

Rarity waved to the farmer as she galloped away before confronting Barin. “Well, you and I will be stuck together for some time.” She approached him. “But time is still of the essence!” She stared at his calm figure. “Now then, if I recall correctly, you should obey basic commands.” She raised her voice “Barin!”

He opened one eye and looked at her “Hmmm?”

Rarity gave her order with prissy authority. “Would you kindly stand?”

Barin mumbled and groaned as he slowly he sat up, allowing the blood to settle away from his head, before performing a small series of arm stretches. With a grunt, he pushed himself up to a standing position, followed by more stretching. He then looked at Rarity as if to say, “Well, you got me up.”

The unicorn smiled, and even giggled. The illusion of having a powerful giant at one’s command was infectious. “Would you kindly, and gently, pick me up?”

Barin sighed and rested his hands on his knees for another few stretches.

Rarity sighed. “Twilight didn't teach you the command for that did she?” The only response she got was a mere glance. Barin was just waiting for her to say a keyword or command. “Hm,” Rarity tapped her hoof to her chin a few times. “how does Pinkie do it?” She gave a flat expression as the answer slapped her in the head. Sitting on her rump, Rarity opened up her forelegs as if asking for a hug from the giant. She grumbled under her breath, “I can feel my dignity dissolving.”

What Barin did next surprised her. Taking to one knee, he then lowered his right hand down onto the ground palm–up, as if presenting it to her. Taken back by this formal behavior, but competent nonetheless, Rarity gingerly stepped on. Akin to an elevator, she rose quickly and steadily as the man stood back up to full height while raising the pony to chest level.

Rarity stood still, letting the light adrenaline rush leave peacefully, before turning around to get her bearings. “Oh my!” The view was an impressive overlook of the trees in the area stretching as far as her eyes could see. The sun was barely hanging westward, and at this elevation its rays gave the land an intense golden glow. Rarity could feel that the air was cooler, caused by a breeze she couldn’t have felt before. “Is this what you see?” She asked Barin her eyes marveling over the scenery. “It is simply marvelous!”

She looked back up at Barin with an anxious expression only to see a bored face stare back at her, not able to understand or appreciate the perspective change she was experiencing. He sounded annoyed. “Come on, I haven't got all day.”

This part Rarity had thought through. She faced forward, and with a little bit of magic and concentration, manifested a translucent arrow hovering over her head, pointing forward. She looked back confidently at Barin to see his reaction, and in doing so the arrow followed her head movement. “Twilight managed to teach me some illusionary spells!” She shrugged. “Not a lot, granted, but some regardless!”

Barin’s human instinct told him to do one thing before anything else happened. He raised his other hand, and touched the arrow. The image flickered and jerked, but otherwise remained projected. Rarity however, felt the jerk of the image, and the sensation it created was not pleasant. “Ah!” She swatted at the fingers. “You keep those things away from my arrow!” Barin got the message as he slowly put his hand aside.

Rarity then looked forward. “All you need to do is go where I point it!” Barin did not move. “Uh, would you kindly move forward?”

Barin repeated the keyword back to Rarity. “Forward?”

At this point Rarity was getting impatient. “Yes! Forward!”

The breeze increased in intensity from the speed of which the long legs of the man carried her. Complemented with the view and a small sense of joy from the whole ride, Rarity quickly grew a smile. One that stuck to her face most of the way back to the castle.

At some point, Barin knew where she wanted him to go based on familiarity with the path homeward. By that time they had been walking for thirty minutes as the Everfree ruins were not only deep within the forest, but getting to said forest was in itself a decent walk, given that Barin was forced to steer clear of the town in order to avoid getting spotted.

To think that Barin held Rarity in his hands for that length of time would be false, because his arms had gotten tired of holding her up. There was a point in which Rarity was squeezed into his left pocket. Due to the pocket being jam packed full of other things, and that jeans aren't very elastic. The Unicorn groaned with discomfort as she tried to stretch her limbs.. “My tail better not be ruined after this...and what’s that smell?” She looked up at Barin expecting a response.

Barin gave a gentle finger rub to her neck and a cheerful smile. “Little Pocket Pony, heh heh.” At that point Rarity thought it best to just sit there, ignore the smell of what was hopefully sweat, and enjoy the trip while she could.

Her rest was interrupted when Barin slowly rubbed his finger along Rarity’s belly to alert her of their arrival. They were now inside the dining hall of the castle, or to be more appropriate, Barin’s den. Rarity giggled and squirmed as much as she could. “Hm! Haha-Stop that!” Barin did notice her reaction to his finger tickling her through the jeans. It goes without saying that he began to exploit this immediately.

He rummaged his fingers across the pocket in a fashion that tickled the unicorn’s belly, and combined with the cramped confines of the pocket, Rarity was left defenseless against this attack. “Haha!-No!-Bwhahaha!” She hopelessly flailed. “Hahah-Please!-Haha-a!” Showing mercy, he ceased the torment, and gently started to pull her out of the pocket.

Needless to say, Rarity wasn't happy. “What is it with you and tickling us into hysterics?!” She growled, “If you so try as to give me a belly–raspberry, then by Celestia I will–!” She gasped in horror as upon touching the ground she could see her tail bent out of shape from being confined to the pocket, and by instinct she then felt her mane, the flailing from earlier had ruined it as well.

Rarity stood there, in silence, partly regretting her voluntary decision to come out to the ruins, when Barin placed his mirror in front of her. This only confirmed her suspicions about her mane and tail.

“Barin, sorry.” Rarity could hear the sincerity in his voice. This surprised her, and seemed to suggest that Barin understood, to a degree, that her appearance was important.

Under any other circumstances, a mere “sorry” would not be enough of an apology for ruining a lady’s hair. However, this was a sincere sorry, one that a gentleman would give. Of course, any other gentleman would use a more advanced vocabulary, but that wasn't something to hold against him.

Rarity released the rage that was building in the form of a heavy sigh, “Well, apology accepted.” She looked away from the mirror and up to Barin with a sincere smile. “I’m grateful that you understand. It’s difficult to find somepony who can.”

An hour had passed since that event, and during that time Barin had put away the mirror and then started tending to survival needs like fire and water. Rarity decided to roam the palace in hopes to further maintain it’s dreary makeover done by herself and friends.

After completing his chores Barin laid down on his bed with his sketch pad. Once Rarity returned she made her way over to him and climbed onto his chest, while using her magic to fix her mane and tail as best as possible. There were only four noises at that point; one being the sound Barin’s breath, the other was the crackling of the fire, Rarity’s magic, and the last was Barin’s pencil sketching across the note pad paper.

Then, by chance, Rarity noticed Barin barely moving the note pad to catch a glimpse of her, the behavior was not unlike one of an artist glancing at a reference model. Naturally, this was the first thought that came out of Rarity’s mouth, which was curved upward in a smirk. “What are you doing? Or should I ask, who are you drawing?” Barin gave no response to that. So Rarity decided to answer the question herself.

Barin did not lower the pad, even though he could feel hooves moving up his chest. Rarity then approached his left hand, the one holding the pad upright, and gently nudged it with her hoof. The pencil suddenly stopped scribbling, and moved over to the inquisitive mare. Using the eraser end of the pencil, Rarity was carefully pushed back a couple feet. Despite her scoffing of disapproval. Still determined to see what he was drawing, she then stomped back up to the supporting hand, and gave it a harder nudge. In doing this, she accidentally poked his hand with her horn.

Instinctually, Barin hissed and jerked his hand back in pain, the pad fell forward, and Rarity immediately was scolding herself for such an act.

Barin glared at Rarity, a look that was soon followed by his hand hovering above her. She could see Barin’s gears turn in his head. Then, his fingers slowly clenched into a fist before slowly receding and resting back by his side. Released a sigh, letting the pressure go. “I will not treat you like I did Twilight,” He said looking straight ahead, “you–no. No one deserves that. Except for Twilight.”

He gave a quick inspection of his left hand, the poke left no mark, thankfully. However, his anger did, leaving Rarity repentant. “Oh my! I am so, sorry! I-P-Please!” She was silenced by a sudden finger over her lips which made her nearly jump out of her coat. Leaving her only to apologise via big, round puppy eyes.

Barin sighed and gently sat up, causing Rarity to slide down his shirt onto his jeans unharmed, but shaken. He then rested his sketch pad on his other leg, displaying what he was drawing toward Rarity.

The drawing was an impressive sketch of Rarity.

The drawing was of her laying down tending to her mane and tail like she had been doing. The sketch wasn't bad, in fact it was admirable. Despite being done in pencil the shading was well placed and gave the picture depth, and the overall outline of the unicorn and the magic around her was impressively transferred. However, the obvious flaw was a long uneven line that was now slashed across her face. A consequence of Barin’s painful recoil.

To say the least, Rarity was flattered. “This is absolutely wonderful!” She blushed a little bit. “I-I’ve not had a portrait done in a long time...” She trotted closer for inspection. “Painting a picture is one thing, but quality artwork done in pure pencil takes a lot of practice!” She looked up apologetically again at Barin. “I’m sorry I caused your hand to slip, but it still is a marvelous drawing! Is this your profession? Artwork?”

He didn't answer, and instead flipped the page to reveal another drawing, this one of Discord posing in a formal standing position, while wearing a comical handle bar mustache and holding a small wooden box. For some reason, the mustache was colored pink. Likely Discord’s own doing.

Another drawing was not of a horse nor any creature at all, but of a house. The drawing wasn't artistic, but constructional. Rarity couldn't read the symbols strew across the paper, but they were clearly some form of blueprints.

The next photo was similar, but looked familiar. It was a large square room looked down upon from a bird’s eye view. Again symbols were dotted across the page, but the layout of the furniture was familiar. “It’s this room! A layout of the Dining Hall!”

Page after page, some were artworks, but many others were blueprint sketches of houses, towers, frames, or furniture. One of them in particular was a luxury two story house that looked as expensive as it was beautiful. “Not an artist, but more of an architect!”

Previously, little was known about his past, but this revealed that Barin did have a profession. Rarity looked at Barin in her excitement, as if he would share the joy she derived with this new found knowledge. Instead, she found his stare vacant, and that his lower lip was lightly shaking. No, quivering. Rarity looked to see what he was looking at.

On the sketchpad was a drawing of three creatures that resembled something a lot like Barin. Rarity squinted her eyes, the dim light from the fire making it slightly harder to see. The creature in the middle was Barin, though, he looked slightly different than he does now. Rarity casted a quick glance at the giant, taking note that he’s a lot cleaner in the image. Returning to the drawing she saw, on either side of Barin, in the image, were two more giants that were a lot larger and older looking than him. The one on the right was wide and had well, toned out muscles. On its head was only a small patch of hair that looked to be falling out, and on its face was pair of thick rimmed glasses that looked a lot like Barin’s. The creature had very wide smile and its arm was wrapped tightly around Barin’s shoulders as if it was trying to pull him in close.

On the left side was another older creature that appeared to differ from the two Rarity had already seen. This one was smaller, and appeared to be much softer in appearance, almost feminine if she had to put in a word for it. Its hair was short, only stopping just a little bit past what looked like ears. The small smile on its face was very genuine and calming, same went for its small, gorgeous eyes. It was leaning forward, like the one on the right, but instead of putting Barin into some sort of head lock. Its small, skinny arms were holding him by the waist, and if Rarity had to guess, it looked as if all three of them were looking right at her.

The image itself was truly something, she could tell that a lot of work had been put into this. The edges around each line were clean and sharp, not a smudge nor a smear could be seen. The details were fine and the patches of hair, along with the fabric on the clothing, were astounding. Despite the fact that it was all done in pencil, it looked like to have been done with a black and white camera.

Rarity looked more closely at the older beings. “These are your parents, I presume.” She asked softly before looking at Barin. “Do they know that you’re here?”

Rarity received no answer. Aside from a single tear that glistened in the light of the fire and slowly drifted down his cheek and onto the page below.

Author's Note

I'd like to thank Dark Nebula for helping me with this last scene, he is a damn good editor.

Please leave constructive criticism below!

Savor and Desire

Chapter 9 – Savor and Desire

Town square. Late morning. Twilight’s speech was about to commence. A crowd of journalists and citizens stood in front of a large platform at the mayor’s building. All of them waited for the princess to appear.

Twilight trotted back and forth behind the stage. She was restless; her wings, ears, tail, and mind were unable to sit still. Her nerves were frayed, and she wished that Spike wasn’t on his massive grocery run so that he could give some desired moral support. Despite the thoroughness in preparation, Twilight still believed that something was going to go horribly wrong.

Twilight heard Mayor Mare start her introduction, further increasing her anxiety. It was not the ponies that frightened her. Nor was it the speech itself. It was that the speech could potentially ruin the life of a certain giant, if things went badly.

“Breathe, Twilight, breathe!” she muttered, trying to calm herself. “The fate of a friend is not immediate–but could be in the near future!” Twilight thought nothing of the positive possibilities. Her teeth chattered, only focused on what could go wrong and the consequences that go with them. “Keep your mane in the game, Twilight, everything should be fine. Should. It wi–should.”

As Twilight contemplated the dim future, she heard the mayor closing her speech. “Now, I'd like to welcome Princess Twilight Sparkle to the stage!”

In an effort to stem the raging adrenaline, Twi stiffened her body. Using all her concentration she was able to quell her movement to nothing but a mere shiver. Step by bone-chilling step, Twilight trotted on stage. The town square echoed with the sound of cheering and applauding ponies, and the flashing lights of cameras blinded Twilight as she stepped behind the podium alongside the mayor. Twilight smiled nervously at Mayor Mare, to which the mayor responded by patting her reassuringly on the back before making her way off the stage. Twilight returned her attention to the sea of eyes glued to hers.

Twilight gulped and began scanning the audience, never focusing on a single pony. She focused the shivers on her rear half -- the half behind the cover of the podium. Her lips shaped into a fake smile that she had practiced so many times; speaking each word with extreme enunciation. “Good morning, Ponyville.” A short, awkward silence hung in the air. “I have heard your concerns about the giant, and I must ask that you do not fear him. I myself looked into this matter when rumors about him appeared. I-I’ve seen him up close, a-and…” Twilight stuttered for a moment, then pushed forward. “Observed his behavior. From that, I know two things for certain: Firstly, that he is a sapient and very intelligent being, and secondly, that we need to give him another chance.” A murmur of surprise and doubt resonated from the crowd.

As Twilight furthered on in her speech, her anxious shivers began to dissipate. Her voice filled with confidence. “We as ponies are caring, loving creatures, who need to give him another chance. We residents of Ponyville do not want another rehash of events that what had transpired with Zecora. Should he be a true threat to our well being, than aggressive action will be taken to ensure the protection of this town. However, this isn't the biggest threat we have faced. These rumors you hear being passed around do nothing more than make the situation look more bleak than it is, but I can assure you all that these are nothing but mindless gossip! We ponies have been through thick and thin, and I’ll remind you all that it’ll take much more than a giant to break down this town we ponies call home!”

There was a powerful silence.

“I am now open to questions...”

Press ponies in the front row answered this with a clamor of questions overlapping one another, each pony shouting to be chosen for the soul sake of getting the story first. Twilight almost laughed, it was the first time the press was this obsessed with her. From the podium, looking down on the ponies, the sight resembled a bunch of dogs growling and begging for the treat she was holding in her hoof.

She randomly pointed at a pony. “Magenta unicorn!”

Instantly the others silenced themselves as the mare quickly, but clearly, asked the first question. “What charges will go against the spotlight ponies?”

Twilight was calm. She had already rehearsed the more obvious questions. “They will be questioned first, but at the very least they will pay a fine.”

The mare seemed surprised at this answer, and her voice was somewhat heartfelt when she asked another question. “But they were just doing their jobs…”

Twilight did not change her tone of voice in favor of neutrality. “Yes, but evidence shows that standard rational actions could have need taken to lessen the damages, and possibly avoid them altogether.” She then called on another pony. “Sky blue stallion.”

The earth pony stepped forward. “Who will pay for the rest of the damages?”

“I have sent a request to Canterlot requesting financial aid, but for now it will be drawn from the town treasury.” She pointed her hoof at another pony, but was instantly caught off guard by who it was. “Lyra...Heartstrings?” Why was Lyra standing among the press?

Heartstrings smiled and waved. “Hey Twilight!” She looked down to read off the note pad hovering before her. “How do you know it is a 'he'?”

Twilight opened her mouth to answer but then quickly shut it, nearly biting her tongue. This was one slippery question that she had no solid answer to. “Well...call it a hypothesis.” She gave a nervous smile.

Lyra cheerfully continued reading the text. “How are you so confident in the fact that ‘he’ is not intentionally hostile?”

Twilight’s ears twitched back and her nervous smile flipped to a frown. “Oh, welp, I-I am that sure of it based on my observations!” She raised her hoof. “Next po–”

“Miss Heartstrings brings up valid points!” A mare earth pony, brown curled mane, forest green fur, and skyblue eyes came out from the crowd wearing a blue business suit. She trotted forwards with each hoof step firmly hitting the ground, and her eyes were locked on to Twilight’s in a lifeless stare. Judging by how the mare was looking at her, it was obvious that she was some kind of authoritative figure. Her voice supported this assumption. “How thorough were these ‘observations?’ ” Her tone was suspicious, and the smile she wore could have hailed from Tartarus.

Twilight stood her ground as best she could, but her fears were catching up to her. “Um, who are you?”

She never broke eye contact, not even to blink. “I am Green Ink, an administrator of the EBA.” She repositioned next to Lyra. “I’m sure you’ve heard of us.”

The shakiness from earlier shot through Twilight’s spine like a lightning bolt. “Yes, yes I have.”

Green put her foreleg around Lyra’s shoulder in a gesture of support. Lyra returned this gesture with a friendly smile. “Then I shall let Lyra continue.”

Lyra did just that, being completely ignorant of the serious emotions surrounding the conversation. “How thorough were these observations?”

Twilight was furiously trying to keep her sanity and words in a straight line. Scratching her head, tapping her chin, or otherwise fiddling around to appear professional. “Well, they were, from a distance. Over the course of...about three days.” Her professionalism looked silly.

Lyra continued on as innocent as before. “Then surely you must have learned more than his intentions if you are so confident.”

Twilight continued to fiddle with herself and her surroundings. “I-I cannot say for sure. He is a strange being. It is difficult to describe.”

Green Ink spoke up nearly cracking up at the worried royalty, who was now rocking the podium back and fourth. “In that case we will see it for ourselves. Lyra, come with me.”

There was a powerful silence as they walked away from the stage. Instantly the press ponies were barking up a storm again, although much more furiously this time.

Barin emerged from the forest with Rarity in his hand. Looking up at him, she pointed at the tree cottage before them. “Fluttershy’s.”

Barin looked at her, confused. “Fluttershy tree?” He pointed at the house with his other hand.

“Eh, no, Fluttershy is not a tree. That is Fluttershy’s house.”

Barin raised his eyebrows in understanding. “Ah!” He walked towards the house and saw the butter pegasus appear from the back door. His rumbling footsteps alerted her to his presence.

Fluttershy gently flew up to greet Rarity. “Oh, hello Rarity! How was your time with him?” She kept eye level with Rarity as the hand lowered her to the ground.

Rarity stepped off daintily. “He was a joy,” She looked back up at Barin sadly. “Although, I did find something, interesting, and I’ll admit it’s very sad.” She tore herself away from his face, her eyes on the brink of tears. “I’ll share it with everypony once we’re around table.” Rarity trotted her way inside.

Barin decided to sit where he stood, the act of doing so created a small tremor which rattled the cottage’s windows. Fluttershy looked to Angel, who was standing in the doorway gawking at the sight of Barin. “Angel? Please, make sure none of the other animals get rough with him.” She looked back with uncertainty at Barin. “Though, I can't make any promises.”

Once Fluttershy went through the doorway she turned back to the bunny and added, “Oh! And Angel, he will usually hurt anything that hurts him; just out of self defense.” She whispered.

Angel responded with a dismissive wave, not fully understanding the gravity of things.

The ponies had gone inside and shut the door behind them when Angel approached the giant, who had immediately taken notice of bunny’s small, but authoritative expression. “Hello, rabbit!” Angel scoffed back at Barin, before hopping away.

However, the rest of Fluttershy’s animals began to investigate the giant for themselves. Birds flew around him and landed on what ever perch they chose; ferrets, cats and dogs began sniffing his clothes and climbing on his legs; and a bear was eyeing him from head to toe.

Angel redirected his attention when he saw the bear step closer aggressively. Being the largest of the other animals, this bear did not like it when something bigger than him came to visit. It was one of the few things that could cause this bear to get upset, and challenge the opponent. The bear sniffed at Barin's shoe and snarled. Angel remembered what Fluttershy had said about Barin's defensive-aggressive habit, so he leaped over to the bear so that he could talk to him and avoid any conflict.

Meanwhile, inside the cottage the majority of the mane six and Discord had gathered around Fluttershy’s table.

Twilight looked at around the table at her friends, who were all sitting at attention, before beginning. “Well girls, I needed to call this meeting for two reasons. The first one is because Celestia sent me an interesting package recently.”

Twilight used her magic to levitate a bucket onto the table. The bucket had a salty smell emanating from it that was immediately apparent. “This... is a bucket.”

“Dear god!” Pinkie exclaimed in a dramatically low voice.

“There’s more.”

Pinkie jerked backward in cold fear and shock. “No!”

Twilight looked at Pinkie, unsure whether she was being sarcastic or sincere. Or both. “Any–way.” She angrily pointed at the bucket. “There was an interesting letter inside that bucket! As well as a clam, that kissed me by the way!” She stuck her tongue out at the memory. “It took a lot to get that salty taste out of my mouth!”

Fluttershy returned balancing a tray of fresh homemade cookies upon her head. She placed it down on the table, and then sat herself down in her own seat. “I made cookies, if anypony wants any...”

Rarity levitated a cookie from the tray. “Thank you, deary.” She then looked to Twilight. “Might I ask, what does the bucket have to do with anything?”

Twilight growled in her seat. “It was Discord! He’s the cause of this whole mess!” She gestured to the bucket as if it was the answer. “Using friendship to influence Barin!”

The rest of the ponies froze in surprise, a silence lingered just moments after, allowing things to settle in.

All of a sudden, Rainbow Dash raised her hoof in the air and slammed it down on the table. “I think Discord deserves a few days in stone!”

Pinkie Pie copied Rainbow's action. “Yeah! Nopony takes advantage of a friend!”

Fluttershy softly asked, “Please dont hit my table…”

AppleJack held her hooves out in front of her. “Woah—Woah there! Ah would like nothin’ more than ta knock him inta next Tuesday, but let’s not let our tails git in a knot just yet!”

Twilight nodded and levitated a cookie towards her. “AppleJack’s right, we need to focus, and make a plan. Discord will suffer later, right now we need to deal with the EBA!”

Fluttershy raised her hoof. “Twilight, um, I think Rarity wanted to say something about her time with Barin.”

Twilight was somewhat caught off guard, but intrigued nonetheless. “Oh!” She looked to Rarity with anticipation, her mood flipping entirely. “What did you find?”

Rarity was chewing on her cookie, eating it slowly and carefully. However with attention now focused on her, she swallowed softly. “Eh, okay... Well, during my time with him inside the Castle, I got the chance to look through his sketch book, and what I learned was that he is an architect.” She opened her front legs wide. “He had designs for all these large and beautiful buildings, both with classic and modern styles!” She then placed her hooves on the table and leaned forward in excitement. “It was like seeing houses of the future!” She paused to compose herself. “Sorry, its just that, Deriving from that he is also a pencil artist. I saw a drawing of myself. A beautiful piece of art, and I was deeply touched by it.”

Twilight was instantly ecstatic. Her ears shot straight up and her wings sprung outward which was then complemented by her goofy grin. “An architect! That’s huge! I need to see these drawings the first chance I get!” In her excitement, she shoved another cookie into her mouth where it was then chewed on excitedly.

Fluttershy stood up from her chair. “I’ll get some milk, and maybe more cookies…”

Rarity held up her hoof. “Wait! There is more.” The ponies refocused on her. “One of the drawings was of himself, and two others of his kind…” Rarity felt an emotion swell in her chest. “Well, quite simply I’m pretty sure is was a picture of him and his parents.” She preemptively wiped a tear from her eye. “Until today, I’ve never seen him shed a tear, and I will say it was hard to watch.”

Silence. There was only silence from the ponies. Then Twilight sighed, a soft frown upon her face and her ears folded back in pity for the man. She stared down at the table. “He misses his family, as any of us would…” She looked up at Rarity. “Thank you for telling us, he’s often so quiet, and difficult to read.”

Fluttershy added solemnly, “Even for me.”

Pinkie looked out a nearby window, her ears folded back. “I wanna give him a hug. A big hug. But I cant. Because I’m small.” Barin could not be seen beyond the window, but among the silence his muffled voice could be heard.

Rainbow Dash twiddled her hooves in a circle, before aggressively standing up from her chair in a determined mood. “If we don't make things right then he may never find his way home! And I’ll pull my feathers out before that happens!”

In a turn of determination and uplifting spirits, the ponies all turned to Twilight while Fluttershy resumed her quest to the kitchen.

AppleJack’s mouth was partially occupied with half a cookie she had proudly shoved in her face. “Rainbow’s right.” Applejack agreed by firing a volley spit and crumbs in Twilight’s direction. “Anyway, what were ya were saying about the EBA, Twi?”

Twilight caught the crumbs in mid air and slowly explained. “EBA stands for the Equestrian Biology Association, and their headquarters is based in Canterlot. Their entire foundation is made up of respectable biologists and scientists from all around the globe.” Twilight thought this to be a sufficient explanation, until the ignorant faces of her friends convinced her otherwise. “They are the go-to ponies for anything about every living thing that walks these mystical and magical lands of Equestria.” She motioned a hoof towards the front door, outside they could hear the quiet mumbles coming from Barin.“Something like this would have caught their attention.”

Pinkie had emptied the rest of her cookies into her mouth. “Mmy harv-nt herr o- th-m be-ore!” Some wet crumbs flew from her mouth onto the table.

Twilight had her attention on the clock on the wall just off to the side. “Most ponies forget who they are. Their research is important, but they don't get much credit for what they do.” She rested her chin on her hoof. “Plus, they usually do private work and then release their findings at their leisure.”

Rarity frowned and crossed her hooves in suspicion. “Private you say? From that kind of association it sounds suspicious if you ask me.”

Twilight nodded sincerely. “You have no idea, they're like the secret service of equestrian science.” Fluttershy returned to the table with a fresh tray of cookies on her head, and a tray of milk glasses on her back. Seeing the amount of crumbs that had accumulated on the table Fluttershy sighed and placed the trays down and trotted back to the kitchen to fetch some paper towels. Without looking Twilight distributed the goods evenly with her magic, while using one cookie as a conversational pointer. “A long time ago, they asked me to be apart of their little group.” She took a bite out of the confection. “But the only reason, was because I had published–” She swallowed “–a collection of documents that disproved a biochemistry theory about the immune system in dragons. But the thing is, that theory was made by the EBA! They hate being proved otherwise!”

She aggressively ate the rest of her cookie and drank a glass of milk before continuing on with her rant. “That was the third time I respectfully disproved some of their work, and they wanted me to join them for the sole purpose of getting credit!” She slammed her hoof on the table. “Almost every pony to them that does independent work is seen as competition! The only reason I’ve been able to do what I do is because I was a protege!”

Fluttershy had returned with the paper towels and took note of Twilight’s now empty glass. Placing the towels down she leaned over to Twilight. “Um, w-would you like a refill?”

Twilight calmed down enough to politely decline. “No thank you.”

Rainbow Dash was intrigued by Twilight’s aggressive display. “Geez Twilight, I’ve never saw you to be the one to have egghead rivals.” She stretched over to grab another cookie off of AppleJack, who was unwilling to share.

Twilight leaned back in her chair and stared at the ceiling. “No, we aren’t rivals, they’re just a nuisance that’s all.” She gestured circles with her hoof. “The whole association has an air of snobbiness.” Her hoof dropped to her side. “It’s like they think themselves as the best of the best, even though they’re not.”

Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes. “So what do they have to do with the big guy?”

She took a deep breath and looked at Dash. “The EBA has the authority to declare anything they discover a hazard or even threat to all of pony kind. To help enforce immediate dangers, they have the power to request military action if necessary, and to that degree some military authority.” She shrugged. “But I digress.” She stuffed another cookie into her mouth. “My point is that they could declare–” She swallowed. “–him a threat to Ponyville!”

Pinkie was about to indulge herself in another batch of cookies, however Fluttershy had not left her seat to fetch a third batch, so as to where this particular bakers dozen came from was a mystery. “Why would they do that? He’s nice!”

Twilight swirled the milk left within her glass. “Hopefully, they’ll see him that way. Best case scenario is that they actually make him eligible to become an Equestrian citizen and that they help welcome him into society. Worse case.” She placed the glass down. “They drive him away from the castle and deeper into the forest.”

Rainbow Dash spoke up without thinking. “Or lock’em up in a zoo.” Most of the ponies at the table gave her angry looks.

Pinkie widened her eyes in horror, and made a successful effort to swallow all the cookies at once. “No! I don't want him to go away!”

AppleJack placed her hoof on Pinkie. “And he won't sugarcube. He is tolerant, kind, and very gentle. We just need ta introduce him!”

Rarity fiddled with her cookies and nodded her head. “While I agree with what you say AppleJack, I must say that Barin can be fairly frightening sometimes. I mean, he nearly scared the magic out of me back at the castle when I accidentally poked him with my horn.”

Rainbow Dash had dunked a cookie in her glass of milk and held it there. “Well, I’m no egghead, but there’s a difference between being scary on purpose and just being plain scary.” She took a quick bite of her soaked cookie. “That and you ponies can’t really do much about it,” She said spraying another wave of spit soaked crumbs.

Twilight widened her eyes and glared at Dash. “What do you mean “us” ponies?!”

Dash swallowed her cookie whole and rested a leg on the table as she leaned forward. “I’m just saying, Twi.” Dash patted her chest with her other hoof and stuck it out proudly. “At least I would be able to fly away fast enough if he got mad at me!”

Twilight’s eyes narrowed. “You know.” She pointed to a nearby window. “I could walk outside right now and put your words to the test!”

Rainbow’s cocky expression did not change. “Your bluffing.”

This enticed Twilight to smile, and teleport in a flash of light.

The others looked to Rainbow nervously. “What?” Rainbow asked. “There’s no way she’s going to–”

Rainbow was interrupted by Twilight’s dramatic whine that could be heard from outside. “Barin!”

Rainbow’s face fell and she instantly streaked out of her chair towards the back door at lightning speeds shouting, “I didnt mean it!” However, when she did catch up to Twilight her jaw dropped at an unexpected scene.

Barin was lying with his back flat against the grass, his limbs out stretched as he basked shirtless in the afternoon sunlight. Surrounding him was a vast array of woodland creatures doing the same, while the bear cowered just a few yards away; visibly shivering in fear while doing his best to avoid eye contact with the giant. Angel stood by him and patted his shoulder in support.

Lyra turned a brass door knob and opened the wooden door just enough to poke her head through it. “You called for me Ms. Ink?”

Green Ink sat proudly at her large office desk. A smile of questionable legitimacy stuck to her face and she gestured to the chair before her desk without saying a word. Lyra made sure to shut the door gently behind her, before she proceeded to the offered chair. The chair in question was simple and wooden, yet once she sat in it, it was surprisingly comfy.

Unlike the chair’s simplicity, Green Ink’s desk was quite the work of craftsmanship. While there were no intricate patterns or fancy designs, one could tell that this desk was well put together, and probably had more glittering subtleties then what could be seen at first glance.

In the background, there were muffled sounds of ponies moving about the building and the occasional rustle of papers and whispered conversation. Green Ink’s desk top was decorated with the intention of looking well prepared. On her left was a large stapler that looked as if it had taken on a fair stack of papers throughout its life, as well as a tape dispenser adjacent to it. On her right was a metal cup holding a mixture of pens, pencils, markers, and highlighters for any occasion. Next to this was an inkwell and a dry quill neatly placed side by side. There was a thin, but wide book directly beneath her hooves that rested on the table’s top. Finally, there was a metal basket full of papers of various purposes near the far right of the table, practically sitting on the edge for the depositor's convenience.

Green Ink opened her mouth before speaking with a kind hearted tone, “How are you this morning, Lyra?”

Lyra was somewhat nervous. The chair was cold despite it’s natural comfort. In fact, everything Lyra had touched thus far in the room felt cold. “I-I’m fine, thank you.”

Green Ink reached down behind her desk without breaking eye contact and pulled out a document. She placed it on the table with more force than necessary. “I want to start the investigation of the giant today.” She broke eye contact for the first time, and shuffled through her cup of writing tools for a specific black pen that looked no more different than the other two black pens in the cup.

Lyra perked up a little bit at the prospect of seeing the giant up close. “Great! I’ve been dying to see what he really loo–”

Green held up her right hoof long enough to quiet Lyra, which wasn't long at all. “First of all, we refer to the giant as an “it” for the sole case of not truly knowing the gender without a credible source of evidence suggesting otherwise.”

Lyra raised a brow. “Princess Twilight isn't credible?”

Green was carefully but swiftly filling out the document. “No. Under article two section five of the EBA’s articles, it states that if a princess is suspected of withholding information to the ponies without logistical or moral cause, then the EBA has authority to discount her credibility.” She glanced up from her writing and smiled crookedly. “Twilight will rue her actions soon enough!”

Having said that without falter, Lyra inferred that she was well rehearsed in the articles. She shifted in her cold chair. The heat of her body was barely doing enough to warm the wood beneath her. “If you don't mind me asking, Ms. Ink, do you have a grudge toward her?”

Green Ink stopped writing, and stated blankly at the page. She then gently placed the pen down, and leaned back in her large black cushioned chair slowly. Some little part of her chair creaked under the slow shift in weight. “Under any other circumstance such as this, no. However, Twilight has been a pain in the neck for a while now.” Green stared into the distance, remembering an infuriating past. “That pony has done nothing but sour the EBA’s reputation, a reputation upheld by generations of ponies.” She returned her gaze to Lyra with a mild anger in her eyes. “Twilight has published numerous documents, data findings, and scientific discoveries as nothing more than a hobby! Many of these are projects that we were working on!” She looked down to the flat book on her desk and grew angry at it, “But with her being a royal protege, we couldn't do anything about it but sit there twiddling our hooves while she took what little credit there was to receive, passing it off modestly.”

Lyra was sitting as stiff as the chair she sat on, surprised by this statement. “I thought the EBA was about doing science for the greater good of Equestria, not for show biz.”

Green Ink looked up at her, her eyes were stressed, but her smile was lax. “We don't get much credit for what we do, even with lives on the line, so when one pony steals what little we have to be proud of, we do what we can to stick our name on it.”

Lyra was now getting disturbed, but Green continued as if prompted to.

Green stood up from her chair, and came around the desk towards Lyra. “I can't knock ya for that kind of good will and spirit, but our pain comes from working here for a long time.” Green put her other hoof on Lyra’s right shoulder, somewhat roughly. “We work practically twenty-four seven! Breaking our backs from leaning over a table! Or venturing to places no pony has ever trotted before!” Lyra was getting frightened by Ink’s increasing volume and negative passion. “Months or even years of hard work! And what do we buckers get? A letter signed from Celestia saying, ‘Good job! Here’s more money to fund your flying–feathers!’ That’s all we get!”

Green jumped back from Lyra and gave her a quick look of apology for her aggression. “It’s not money for us personally.” Her anger resumed. “It’s money only to be used for research purposes!” She began to trot back to her chair. “I’m not saying that we get paid badly, but would it hurt to get a bonus every once in a while!?” She looked at the ceiling light as if it held the answer.

Out of curiosity, Lyra managed to stammer another question. “H–Have you tried taking this up with Celestia? I’m sure–”

Green Ink heaved in a deep sigh, and looked back to Lyra. “You think I haven't already tried?” She then looked at the ceiling again. “I’m not the boss. Our leaders consist of five ponies, who silence our voices before they reach the Princesses. They get better pay, better benefits, and overall no reason to complain. Those ponies have dishonored us, and the families before them! They barely know a thing about what we do, and what their ancestors did, because they hardly do any work in the first place!”

There was sudden silence as her voice failed to echo. Lyra sat there, both scared at her boss, but also sorry for her pains. The clock on the back wall over looked the room and ticked very quietly, hour hand directly on two o’clock.

Green returned her gaze and her pen to the paper. “I’m sorry you had to hear that Lyra.”

Lyra waved her hoof aside and lied behind her pitiful smile. “It’s fine.”

Green didn't bother to look up from her work. “It’s just a sensitive topic for me. Ponies like you though, they keep the EBA on four hooves.” She stopped writing and put the pen on top of the page. “You are the most valuable asset we can find, but we hope you understand the terms of your hard work.” She turned the paper around to face Lyra, and gently slid it toward her. “There will be no fame, no vast fortune, and hardly any recognition.” Lyra could see a place for a signature, presumably hers.

Looking over the document a bit more Lyra could see that it was technical paper work addressing the terms and conditions agreed upon by ponies involved with an investigation. One line in particular said:

“The pony(ies) listed on this document and who presumably sign this document have authority to request or deny personal protection, authorised equipment, and/or any other assets she or he deems necessary to complete data collection properly. Requests shall be granted by the lead manager or otherwise higher authority…”

Lyra looked Green Ink straight in the eye. “Green, I request that I have no guards or any other pony join me.” Using her magic she lifted the pen. “However, I do request that you supply me with a large note pad, a pair of binoculars, a magically charged gem, and one sample container.” She quickly signed her name on the document.

Green Ink leaned back in her chair again, with a cocked eyebrow. “No protection? You do realize where it lives?”

Lyra smiled confidently, “I know enough spells to take care of myself.” She stood up from her chair. “Besides, if it is as smart as Twilight claims, then it could take offense to a guard brandishing a weapon, should it see me.”

Green sighed and closed her eyes gently. “Yeah, about that.” She opened her eyes. “I need to ask something of you Lyra, something I normally would never ask of anypony.” Lyra tensed up, feeling that she would have carry out this favor whether she liked it or not. “My gut tells me that Twilight Sparkle has been keeping the giant to herself so that she could take all the credit for its discovery.” She rested her chin on her hoof. “If you deem it safe to do so, try talking to it, and see how it reacts. And if you can, find any evidence that suggests that Twilight has been keeping it to herself, because if I’m right; our latest princess could be guilty of the damage that giant has caused.”

Lyra stood before the castle’s entrance, her saddle bag full of equipment that was mounted on her back. “So this is the place?!” she asked aloud while looking over the crumbling scenery. “A sensible choice I guess. It’s the only structure around here big enough to house him–err–it.” The ruins appeared to be no better than previous descriptions, the walls still appeared out of shape and littered with holes, across the ground large heaping piles of rubble still remained. However, given it’s new inhabitant, things could’ve looked worse.

Lyra smiled and trotted inside without much hesitation. The castle ruins was plagued with the smell of stale musty air. The clopping of Lyra’s hooves echoed off the walls, floor, and whatever ceiling there was left of. A light wind created a an eerie howl in the background, and there was the occasional crumble of debris either falling or landing onto more rubble.

Lyra’s eyebrows were slanted outward in a worried expression. “This place is kinda creepy.” The foreboding echo of something large crashing down on somewhere else reverberated throughout the castle. Lyra quietly whined and shot a glance over her shoulder. “On second thought, this place is really creepy.” The sunlight that shone through the cracked walls did not help with the ominous atmosphere.

A few minutes of silence had passed,when all of a sudden a loud shout thundered throughout the castle. Lyra flinched as it caught her by surprise. The identity of the noise was far too distorted by the echo. However, the noise had left fast as it had come. Lyra stood there, waiting for something to happen.

She could hear nothing but the howling of the wind and nothing more.

Eventually once Lyra got her nerves together, she continued on, despite the sound of her own hoof steps unsettling her. Further down the seemingly endless corridor, she could slowly start to hear noises coming from a distant room. A noise that almost resembled a voice, as if something, or somepony, was talking. “Who else would be out here?”

The voice sounded like it was spewing gibberish, none of the words she heard made any kind of sense. When Lyra turned the corner that led into the dining hall, she saw the source of what was making the noise.

The giant sat on its makeshift bed muttering to itself. The creature would speak, then pause, then speak again. As if was having some form of conversation with someone she couldn't see. “I don’t know any better...Well, they haven't done me wrong, I need to trust them...Until I have a better understanding I have no choice...Touche.”

Lyra’s jaw dropped to the floor at the sight of seeing the giant. Quickly the mare levitated her notebook out of her bag and began to write furiously. Half way down the page, Lyra froze when she to the realization that she was out in the open; exposed for all to see. Horrified at the thought of being seen, she dove back behind the entryway for cover.

Lyra sat there for a few more seconds as she tried to wrap her head around the situation. “Keep your head in the game Lyra!” She hissed, “Remember what Green Ink said.” She turned around the corner to take a look at the creature again.

The giant was still occupied with a large bundle of vines, stretching them and tugging on them, as if testing their strength.

She just stood there, observing it, listening to its ramblings. “There is less to do around here lately...I miss her company...As nosy as she is, I feel like I connect with her the most...I agree....No, I can't agree with that. I want to be friends with her…That may be true but it doesn't change anything!”

Lyra froze. She distinctly heard something that sounded familiar, almost like a name. She listened further, hoping to hear it again. Unfortunately, she got was more gibberish. “The orthodox levels of this are most un..! Things will get better! They have to...”

Lyra’s ears folded back as she realized what had to be done. “I need to find out, if Twilight is lying, then this is the chance to discover the truth!”

Lyra slowly crawled out from behind the entrance. In the distance, the giant lowered itself onto the bed continuing to fiddle with the large bundle of vines. Lyra gulped, and looked left then right as if checking for traps, seeing that she was clear, she preceded. Step by step she trotted forward quietly; trying to keep the sound of her clopping hooves at a minimum.

Barin was still mumbling to himself, which was likely covering up the sound of the hoof steps. “A man rides the bus; he holds a precious present; it’s snowing on Mt. Fuji...”

Lyra didn't pay any heed to what it was saying, and just made sure that every step was a quiet as possible. Half of her wanted to communicate with but, her other half was very terrified of its scale. The closer she got, the smaller she felt. But she couldn’t double back. Now she had to see its reaction, for it could spark the beginning of a royal controversy.

However, Lyra couldn't help but take note of its obsession with the vines. It had started furiously pulling on them, trying harder to break them apart. The giant took one particular strand, wrapped each end around his digits, and began to pull.

The vine had put up a fair fight before giving in, the recoil forced one of the giant’s arms jerked him backwards, Lyra froze when she saw its eyes flicker in her direction for a millisecond before returning back to the broken vine. Its eyes then flash past her again before going back to the vines. The giant then paused and frowned with confusion, next it began to turn its head, slowly; so painstakingly slow that the tension in the room literally began to boil. Lyra felt as if she was going to die, that this...thing was going to eat her or something!

It stopped. Right above her, eyes locked on hers; both stuck in some form of staring contest, a contest in which Lyra took as if it was some life or death situation. You blink, you die. Lyra was visibly shaking in fear, not having any idea as to what she should do or say next, nor the potential hostility of the beast.

The contest went on for another thirty seconds, though for Lyra it felt like an eternity had passed The giant however blinked a few times, opened its mouth, and spoke with optimism, “Hello?”

Its Equestrian caught Lyra off guard, her brain didn’t know how to react. First she was struck by fear, then confusion, and a tsunami of sudden excitement washed over her and she responded instinctually, “Hi!” She shut her mouth quickly, cursing herself for losing control so quickly.

The seemingly friendly giant stuck out its hand, and held it in front of her. The limb alone nearly took up her entire field of view. “I am Barin.” It spoke in clunky Equestrian, rather than fluent gibberish.

Lyra was still shaking in her horseshoes, trying not to completely flip out. Part of the problem was she didn't know if she should completely geek out and hung its massive, meaty hand like no tomorrow. “I–I’m Lyra. Hi.” She tried to lift her leg in an attempt to shake its hand, but her quivering body wouldn’t allow it. She saw the hand retract and the fingers curl into a state of rejection. Her mind was screaming yes, that this was appropriate to lose control over.

The giant named Barin stared at her for a few moments. Analysing her with mild interest, its eyes dilated between blinks. “Leeroy scared?” It asked.

Lyra quickly glanced at the ground, trying her best not to laugh at the butchering of her name. “Its, uh, Lyra! Ly–ra, and,” She was afraid of her answer. “yes? Matter of fact I’m petrified.” She mumbled the end bit.

Barin sighed deeply, and placed the bundle of vines down, and reached over to Lyra again with his hand like before, but used only one finger.

Lyra stared at the finger, still not sure what to do about it. However, before she could do anything it began to creep. Like a slithery snake the appendage invaded her personal space. Lyra reared her head back, but her body still refused to take a single step. Unable to get away, she bit her lip and braced for impact.

At first the sensation of being touched in such a way was absolutely alien for her. Lyra felt a warm and smooth object gently caress the fur behind her ears. After the fear had passed, the warmth felt good. Very good. Although, this only seemed to make her even more confused, but at the same time her emotions were being overwhelmed by a slow, but powerful realization. Not only was she making contact with a finger, but a finger that belonged to a giant with a whole set of them! Lyra couldn't hold herself back anymore. She pushed into the warmth of the finger like it was a soft teddy bear.

Lyra felt the rest of his hands begin to please her. She melted in his hand, and began to rub and press her body into it with each stroke. After a few seconds, Barin retracted his hand in favor of his other. But in the few moments Lyra was left untouched, she made a mad dash towards him.

In this momentary down time between hands, Lyra remembered what she was supposed to be doing. Collecting data. She took this moment to reach back into her bag and retrieve the notepad, before swiftly resuming her approach.

Once Lyra felt she was close enough, she sat down and waited for Barin’s hand to come to her. Once his hand got in range, Lyra gently grabbed it and with a surprising amount of strength, managed to force open the fist.

Barin watched on with mild surprise as he observed this crazy pony examine his hand as if she were a palm reader. A pen was scribbling in a notepad she was levitating with her magic.

As Barin watched this, he became aware of the sound of flapping wings that came from above. Looking up, he could barely see a purple figure squeeze it’s way through a small hole in the roof. Twilight Sparkle, silently glided over to Barin before landing softly on his shoulder in an upright sitting position.

Twilight greeted Barin with her usual air of warmth and whispered into his ear, “Hello Barin.”

Barin greeted her silently by mouthing the word “Hi.” He was keen on letting Lyra do her thing uninterrupted for the sake of his amusement, and figured Twilight was being quiet for the same reason. He felt the princess lean against his head, her fur cold from flying through the air. Twilight’s feathers fidgeted against the skin on his neck making it slightly irritated, but not unbearably so. Barin didn't want to turn his head, lest he disrupt Twilight’s comfort. Instead he just observed Lyra doing her thing.

Lyra was poking at the skin, pulling it, smelling it, and even went to the point of licking the palm with a quick swipe. Barin’s hand jerked back in surprise at the ticklish agitation from her tongue.

Twilight stuck her tongue out and voluntarily voiced her disgust out loud. “Blech! Do you have any idea where that has been?!”

Lyra jerked her head up, saw the princess, and blushed. “Oh! Hi…”

Barin used his thumb and felt over the spot where the pony had licked. His face was morphing between amusement and disturbed, not being sure which one suited the situation best.

Lyra shouted up at Twilight, “What are you doing there?!”

Twilight pointed back down with her hoof. “I should ask you the same thing! Your lucky he didn't hurt you!”

Lyra shook her head. “I dont think you understood my question!” She glared upward. “What are you doing there?! On its shoulder?!”

Twilight pointed at Barin. “First of all Barin is a he!” She then pointed at Lyra. “Secondly, I’m here on official duties! You are performing an investigation without my permission!”

Lyra seemed taken aback. “Official duties?” She smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Without telling the rest of us?”

Twilight frowned. “I-I, welp, he’s learning Equestrian. And in turn I have also been learning his language.”

Lyra wanted to laugh, but given that Barin spoke her name earlier it was now obvious who had taught him. “How far have you possibly gotten?”

Twilight looked at Barin, and spoke in his language. “Barin, cal–or iz Lyra?”

Barin glanced at Twilight. “It’s col–or, Twilight. Color, and pronounce ‘is’ with a ‘s–s’. Ask again.”

Twilight repeated the question, being careful to pronounce the words. “Col–or is–s Lyra?"

Barin looked at Lyra, responding in Equestrian. “Lie-ra is. Light green, and white.”

Twilight clopped her hooved in applause. “Yes! Twilight co–lor?”

Barin didn’t look at Twilight. “Purple, and pink.” He shrugged the shoulder Twilight sat on, which prompted her dismount from her perch onto the floor beside Lyra, who had her jaw dropped open.

Twilight’s smile turned into a giddy giggle. “We’ve just covered the words ‘and’, and ‘is’! Plus his colors are getting better as well!” She waved to Barin and he turned away, to resume handling the vines.

Lyra closed her mouth quickly, and watched Barin as he tested the vines’ strength. She asked Twilight, “How smart is, he?”

Twilight was still amused by Lyra obsession. “He’s very smart, no less intelligent than you or I.”

Lyra turned her attention back to Twilight, snapping out of her state of wonder. “Wait a minute!” She turned to Twilight with anger burning in her eyes and acid dripping from her words, “You did lie!”

Twilight put her hoof on Lyra’s shoulder and spoke sincerely, “Lyra, you should stay for a while,” Lyra shoved Twilight hoof off her. “I can explain!”

“Explain what!? How you told him to terrorize the town!?” Lyra’s anger was boiling over. “Ponies could have been killed!”

“It wasn’t my fault! Discord was the one who told him to do it!” Twilight argued.

“Isn't Discord your responsibility? As an element of harmony?!”

Twilight threw up her hoof in frustration. “You expect me to keep constant tabs on a God of Chaos?!”

Lyra rolled her eyes and spoke sarcastically. “Oh! So it’s responsibility you have trouble with!”

Twilight took a step forward and gritted her teeth. “I was obliging to Celestia’s request!”

Lyra leaned forward aggressively, both of their heads nearly coming into contact. “Oblige?! You still obey her like you're still a protege!”

“Hey! Your following under Green Ink! She’s a biased–”

Lyra grew more furious, and butted her head against Twilight’s.“You are working directly against the EBA! If you wanted our help you could have just tried a more honest approach!”

“I did what I had to do!” Twilight pushed back.

“That’s crap and you know it!” Lyra broke away and began to trot towards the exit. “You can explain everything to Ponyville when you're on trial for violating the Royal Articles!” At that she started to run towards the exit. Barin looked back and saw the ponies chasing each other, he shrugged and made no move to stand up or follow.

Twilight flew behind her, keeping pace. “Lyra, please! What if I did tell the truth!? What would have the ponies said?”

The pair darted around the archway and out of the dining hall. Lyra continued to make her way out of the ruins at a brisk pace, with the walls echoing the furious galloping. The pair of ponies occasionally swerved left or right to avoid hitting an obstacle, but neither of them showed any signs of slowing down. “I’ll be honest Twilight, I can't say! But this is my job now! I’m doing this for him, and I’m doing this for the good of Equestria!” She quickly looked at Twilight, “You need to face the facts!” She looked forward and swerved to avoid debris.

Rounding another corner, Twilight began to beg. “Lyra please! I need the support of the EBA! If we work together then all of this will work out in the end!”

Lyra’s anger drained, but her speed did not falter. “Twilight, I’ve been trusted with responsibilities I’ve wanted for a long time. As a friend, I’m sorry, but this needs to happen.” The exit was in sight. “I can't risk it, even if the EBA is not what I thought it would be.” She levitated a glowing gem from her bag. Lyra’s horn swelled with a magical glow, before flashing a blinding light. Leaving only Twilight left in it’s wake, on the verge of tears, and desperate for some help.

Barin poked his head around the corner out of both curiosity and concern. “Jesus,” He said turning around and going back to his bed. “I don't know exactly what, but some shit is going down right now.”

Author's Note

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White Flags

Chapter 10 – White Flags

The mid morning air was cold and bitter, yet the sun was warm and inviting as it always was. It wasn't interfered by clouds or strong winds, but the standing air alone was cold enough to provide discomfort to Barin’s skin.

He sat alone by the river. His clothes were removed, and a bar of soap sat beside him on the moist grass. Despite the cold air and the need to wash himself, Barin just sat there. Staring at the flowing river. Its water swished and swirled in a never ending dance that seemed to represent everything tranquil and quenching.

To Barin, it was anything but. “I don't want to get in there.” His voice was a whisper.

The voice in his head agreed. “It is cold, and full of dark memories. Like my ex-girlfriend.”

Barin’s own sense of humor was not helping him. “I don't remember drowning before coming here, then again that might be a good thing.” the thought of uncovering what was best left forgotten made him shiver.

“Perhaps you have some form of amnesia, caused by the accident itself.” he reasoned to himself.

He sighed and brought up his hand to knead his forehead. “... I know what I have to do.”

Naturally his conscience spoke with the same anxiety, “Yes, it will not be fun, but it may give us answers. That’s one thing we haven't had lately.”

He lowered his hand. “Honest to god answers.” Despite this resolution, Barin made no move to get into the water. “I could just step in,” he said to himself even though his body remained motionless as a discomforting feeling swept throughout his body like a poison.

The other half of him was getting anxious. “Hey, think of it like you’re stepping into the pool, just dunk your head in and get it over with.” Hesitantly, Barin leaned forward and grabbed the edge of the bank with both hands. Using the strength of his muscles along with an intake of air, he launched himself into the water.

For a second the icy water tore at Barin’s skin, but as time passed the freezing chill began to subside and the panicked man began to feel weightless as buoyancy began to override gravity. Twisting himself around into a standing position, Barin dug his toes into the river bed and closed his eyes when he felt the soft dirt slip between his toes.

For a moment, Barin felt like his fears were misplaced. “See?” His inner conscious smiled. “Just like a pool, now hurry up, I don’t got all day–” The voice was interrupted when Barin realized his feet had suddenly grown numb and that the rest of his body was freezing.

Barin’s eyes flew open and he looked down at his body to see that he was wearing the clothes he had left onshore. His thoughts were immediately overwhelmed with confusion and panic. His head snapped in the direction he thought was up, yet everywhere he looked he couldn’t see the morning sunlight. However, for the briefest of moments, something caught his eyes. Barin whirled around and saw lights flashing across the surface in random intervals, followed by what seemed like muffled gunshots that bombarded his ears. It was now that Barin realized something that scared him dearly, he was deep under water, and the current was much rougher than before.

Instinct being his primary drive, like a madman, Barin began to wildly swim towards the flashing lights. The currents seemed to aid in his ascent, and not before long his head broke the surface of the water, his lungs screaming for air. Gasping for air Barin drifted down the black river, above him light streaked across the sky in the form of lightening, and thunder boomed like iron cannons during battle. A torrent of rain hampered his vision and Barin’s ability to breathe in his state of confusion and panic. He could barely make out his surroundings, everything looked to be a blur in the fast current which propelled him down stream.

Barin tried to catch his breath and fight against the current, his arms thrashing crazy as he tried latching onto any form of support. However, the freezing water stripped away any feeling of hope he had. Already he could no longer feel his legs and he could barely keep his head above the surface. Chilling water forced itself down his throat and into his lungs, burning as it went. Barin threw his head back above the water and quickly saw that the world around him was getting darker as the lightning seemed to be doing less to help illuminate his surroundings. But all that didn’t seem to matter when his head was pulled back underwater.

It was then that Barin realized the situation he was in. “You idiot! It’s a hallucination!” His conscious hollered, “Wake up dammit!” Barin halted all movement and he shook his head in a desperate attempt to wake up. The sounds of the roaring, freezing river and thunderstorm faded away. They were replaced with water that lapped and splashed against his face just as a large breeze came through and jolted his already freezing skin. Barin’s eyes shot open and his heart lurched in his chest as if he had awoken from a nightmare. Gazing about he saw something that both disturbed and relieved him.

His head was above the surface of the water, resting on a rock, and his back was leaning uncomfortably against the river bank. His legs were slowly being dragged along the bottom of the river by the current. The back of his head throbbed like he was suffering from a hangover. Barin sat up groaning, his hand reaching to grab parts of his aching body as he straightened himself out. “Well shit, I’m alive!!” His voice rang out like a sick frog as he suddenly felt his lungs scream for mercy. Barin nearly collapsed back into the river when his stomach lurched and he began to heave water which was tainted with his mornings breakfast into the grass. He laid there for almost a minute, groaning he finally stood back up. He turned and gagged into this elbow, trying to clear out his lungs of any unwarranted moisture. Barin leaned back and clutched his sore throat, breathing heavily he stifled a groan.

Good news, he was alive. Bad news, he nearly drowned in a river that just barely reaches his chest.

Barin scrambled back up stream and pulled himself from the water and onto the bank where his clothes were. His heart pumped with fear, and his eyes were red from the whole experience. “What…” He slowly lifted himself up. “What the holy hell was that!?”

Barin placed a hand on the side of his head, his eyes slowly turning back towards the river. “Yeah... I can go without bathing for a few weeks.” He thought as he watched the current continue its peaceful dance like nothing had happened. Barin’s eye twitched, it was as if the river was mocking the terror he had just gone through. He tore his eyes away and shook his head in disgust.

Barin turned his back on the river and tried to make a move for his clothes, but with legs feeling like jelly, he opted to collapse onto the dirt instead and allow the sun’s warm rays to dry his skin. After thirty seconds Barin had lost track of time and he had no clue on how long he had been laying there in the dirt. Eventually though, he stood back up and trudged over to his pile of clothes. Bending over he snatched his shirt and began to hastily it on along with rest of his apparel. Once finished, Barin swatted out the few wrinkles in his shirt and took a deep breath. Stealing one last glance at the river, he turned and began his trek back to the castle he called home.

To make traveling through the bush easier Barin had carved a canyon in the forest by cutting down trees and trampling the ground beneath the canopy to and from the river. Dirt and occasional patches of green marked the newly created trail back to home, the dirt pummeled into a soft yet firm padding. Barin glanced down and noticed a pair of cockatraces fighting over a small patch of land directly in the middle of the path. He cared not about them as he pretended they weren't there, and didn't stop to look back to see if any blood had stained his road. Having accidentally killed many creatures of the forest to make this path, Barin decided to justify his actions by using it as a message: Stay away from the path, it’s my turf.

Barin passed by a tree that reached his waist. He stared at it while he passed by. “Halfway there,” He muttered, not long after he passed through a natural clearing. Barin swayed his gaze left and right, seeing only small patches of blue flowers coating the field. “I never see anything here…Not even birds.”

Feeling an itch on his back he reached back to scratch it. While doing so, he felt over the bandages that covered the wounds dealt to him by the wooden wolf king a few weeks ago. He had been trusting Twilight to inspect the bandages to make sure he wasn't getting an infection, and Discord to change them. However, he was concerned with how long his wounds were taking to safely heal. There was no way for him to inspect the wounds himself without a setup of large mirrors, and without the proper advice from a real doctor he was simply getting impatient about recovery.

“What I would give for a google search.” Barin grumbled and soldiered on.

Upon returning to the worn castle he eyed the makeshift ladder he had built during his first week living in the castle. It had held up well to the weather and weight it had to endure, yet Barin knew it was only a matter of time before gravity would take his creation by using his own weight as an instrument of its destruction. For now, it would do.

Barin climbed up his ladder that lead to the hole in the castle wall, and into his room where the fire smoldered faintly. The room smelled of sweat and burned wood, but the floor and walls were relatively clean at first glance. Random objects from his pack laid out here and there in organized chaos. Speaking of such evils, the god of chaos stood on his bed looking over a huge book about a man stuck on Mars. The irony was beginning to hurt every time Barin looked at the cover. Nothing was said between the pair as Barin sat down next to Discord.

Discord looked up at him and readjusted his position. He let his feet dangle over the edge of the bed and lightly kicked at the air, and then meshed his claw and paw together. “Look,” Discord began, “I’m not one for apologies. I wouldn't be who I am if I was, but the last time I got full of myself, Fluttershy threw me away out of frustration.” He looked up at Barin, who had not changed his expression of contained annoyance. “Remember that night when I told you how nice it was to have a guy to talk to? Even if you didn't understand a word of it?” He looked down at the ground. “I was being sincere.” He held his palms up and begged at the ceiling. “I–I just couldn't help but have a little fun!” He fell back and rested on the bed. “But what’s fun to me may not be to you. I need to understand that.”

Barin was just staring blankly at him. Proficient as his understanding of Equestrian was, whole chunks of conversations still struggled to understand everything said. “I hear the sincerity in your voice, but you have yet to try and learn my language.” He narrowed his eyebrows and pointed down at Discord. “If this is an apology than you need to put some more effort into it!” He paused and looked away for a moment. Man, I sound like a dick, Barin thought, but then again maybe I shouldn't let him off this easy...

Discord deeply sighed. “I could try to make something out of that, but I can't. I need to give you something you really want, other than food, something much better…” He narrowed his eyebrows and teleported into a standing position. “I’m going to do something that I haven't done in over a thousand years!” He pumped his claw up toward the sky. “Make a promise I intend to keep!” Barin just looked over at Discord and frowned in confusion. “I will ensure that you will be accepted into pony society!” Discord jabbed his finger at him. “In fact I’ll convince Celestia to grant you citizenship if I have to!” Discord declared valiantly. He looked up and saw Barin remain abstinent.

Barin blinked, his jaw dropping when his eyes were suddenly met with Discords’. Releasing a girlish yelp he leaned backwards causing the bed to creak under the weight of two giants, one of them being Discord. Another snap of Discord’s talons transformed the bed from a crude creation, to a camping cot with a plush blue sleeping bag on top of it. Complete with a comfortable air pillow.

While Barin was absorbing all of this, a third snap of Discord’s talons caused the entire room to be consumed by a blinding, white light. It dissipated just as fast as it came. Groaning Barin blinked out the last few splotches of colored light. Rubbing his eyes he looked over and noticed the light from his fire place had changed. Not only in intensity, but how it reflected off the room, which he realized was an entirely different matter altogether. A fresh fire was now contained in a beautiful stone fire pit that rose five feet from the ground. The stones that made up the pit looked to have been chipped straight from the earth and stacked expertly to create a wonderful appearance that even a wealthy man would envy. Over the fire sat a simple iron grill for cooking meals.

Barin stood up from his new bed to get a better look at the fire pit. In doing so, he noticed the windows and walls around the room were patched, the floor was clean and smooth. The stones beneath him looked polished and practically seamless, reflecting what it must’ve been thousands of years ago. The ceiling was just as grand, supported by new marble columns. Directly above the fire pit was a large hole for the smoke to flee. Looking towards the windows, the patterns of intricate glass mosaics cast part of the room in a mix of color. Everything looked brand new, although his ratty tatty cloth and Duct tape door was still the same. Not that it mattered though. Everything else looked beautiful.

Barin dropped to his knees and touched the floor. He let his fingers slide across the surface so smoothly one would think that the floor had just been waxed. And then his bed. Barin did not miss the bed he had put so much work and care into creating. Instead he put his hands over his mouth and tears rolled from his eyes at the sight of something new that looked manmade. A green cot with a blue sleeping bag and pillow. Such a trivial thing to anyone else, but for someone who was resting on a barely functional bed for many weeks, it was a god send.

Discord had gotten up from the bed. He stood beside it waiting patiently for Barin to finish marveling at his gifts. He looked at Discord with watery eyes and for a moment he just stared at him. Standing up, Barin slowly approached his friend who opened both arms wide. Barin slowly wrapped his arms around Discord, feeling his fur and feather against his skin. For once in what seemed like forever, he could hug someone for comfort.

Barin took this rare chance to cry.

Discord quietly muffled a grunt as the man squeezed harder and buried his head in the lion shoulder and wailed. The mighty God of Chaos gently hugged Barin back. Not knowing what to say or do, or if it was appropriate to do anything at all. He simply let his friend cry.

For two minutes the halls of the abandoned castle rang with the wail of a lonely giant. After being thrown from his world in a storm that made no sense, he had been living in poor conditions in an alien environment. Then to see his home look like something proper that was clean and civilized after weeks of anything but that. It was so much to take.

In that time Discord began to truly feel. The emotions Barin was showing were unlike anything he had seen in such a long time: True thankfulness for something he had done. Almost no one gave him that, except Fluttershy, but even she did not express her gratitude in tears. He whispered to himself as Barin began to finally calm down. “...I...I’m sorry, please forgive my selfishness.”

Barin pulled back from the hug. His eyes red and wet, his breath worn and ragged. Still, he had a smile of true happiness on his face. Even if they could speak the same language, nothing could describe the feelings he felt. “You have no idea what it’s like!” He playfully grabbed Discord’s shoulders. “Thank you! Thank you my friend! Please, turn big more often! I love this!”

Discord couldn't help but smile. While he would never admit it, tears almost appeared in his eyes as well. Almost. “I think you just accepted my apology,” He patted Barin on the back and a box of tissues appeared over his shoulder. “But please calm down, I’m not stopping here!”

Barin grabbed the box out of the air and began cleaning his face and nose, chuckling as he did so. “These feel like Kleenexes, the expensive plush ones.”

Discord pointed out at one of the clear windows that shown the forest and sky. “I’m getting you a job!” He snapped his head at Barin and spoke carefully. “I will be back!” And with that the God of Chaos disappeared.

Barin hardly understood that last statement, but he knew enough to know that he left with positive endeavors in mind. Over the next half hour Barin did nothing else but obsess over his restored home. He marveled at the craftsmanship, the humble and civilized comfort it embodied, and the soft new bed he owned.

It was at the mark of one when two ponies caught his attention. He heard a rapid conversation that Barin thought was excitement. After all, who wouldn't be at the sight of his new home. But instead when Barin looked up from his bed at the entryway, he saw Twilight Sparkle and Lyra standing at the entrance looking at each other instead of marveling at the beauty of the room. It was when Barin focused his vision did he see why. The voices were not of excitement, they were of a heated argument between the pair.

He didn't know what they were saying, and it’s not like he even could. Thus he had no idea on what they were upset about, and that bothered him. The unconscious desire to help pulled at his mind, but he knew that without any full understanding of the medium, doing anything might cause more harm than good. Never try to understand an argument between women unless you’re an active part of it. His ever humorous mind reminded him.

Instead he opted to interrupt and try to cheer them both up, hoping that it would help resolve whatever tension there was. With a heave and a leap, Barin was on his feet and bounding happily straight at the pair. “Ponies!” He called in basic Equestrian. The bickering mares turned, froze in fear, and almost bolted for cover had Barin not stopped one giant step away. They did however, back up when he dropped to his knees and wrapped his hands around them in the only non-crushing hug he could give.

The pair of ponies were mildly frightened at first, before the warmth of skin sank through their fur and melted away any concern. The pair of ponies nuzzled the warm hands in response before they retracted back to Barin’s lap. “Look!” He proclaimed pointing at the floor.

Twilight looked down at the floor and noticed that it was no longer a disgraced sight, but instead it was something more akin to what she would find in Canterlot. “Uh...” She hoofed the floor and felt the pure smoothness. “This is new.” Twilight looked over to see Lyra’s reaction was just as skeptical, but chose not to comment on the subject.

Barin presented his cupped hands to the both of them, a gesture Twilight understood immediately, while Lyra was definitely more hesitant about it. “It’s safe, Lyra.” Twilight said rolling her eyes.

Lyra scrunched her muzzle. “Fine, fine.” She stepped tentatively on the soft skin, feeling her hoof sink into the folds like that of a warm pillow. With a teasing glare from Twilight, Lyra did sit down, but immediately regretted it. They rose to great heights in a matter of seconds, eliciting a yelp from the mare that made Twilight giggle. But before the pair could start arguing again, Barin turned around and faced the new and improved room.

Lyra and Twilight froze with their mouths open, and stared out into the room. For a few moments the pair did not say a thing while their minds were simultaneously blown. “What the buck?” Lyra breathed.

Barin only gave them a few seconds to take it all in before he marched them over to the redone table no longer rotting and splintered. Twilight and Lyra swiveled their heads back and forth, absorbing all that they could see.

They were gently lowered next to a dark wood table with brick red covers and a collection of fine silverware. The ponies seated themselves while watching Barin bound away presumably to fetch some food. The seats were not padded but largely more comfy than before hand. The mares’ eyes were wide trying to comprehend everything they saw.

They sat there for less than a minute before an apple larger than both of them was placed on the table. “Appul?” Asked Barin.

Twilight was about to say no, but just then her stomach decided that it would be a good idea to have something. “Sure, thanks.”

Barin plucked the apple from the ground and used his knife to cut a slice for each of his friends. An apple slice was barely able to sit on the silver plate it was placed on. The portion was generous by Equine standards, but both mares knew that it wasn't in this case. “Barin?” Twilight had to ask. “Did Discord do this?”

Lyra rolled her eyes. “See? Discord is the first one you fall back on.”

For now her remark was ignored by all else. Barin nodded vigorously. “Dibcor iz de good friend!” In his excitement Barin’s Equestrian was sloppy. He proceeded to dig into the apple while the mares exchanged worried glances.

Twilight looked at Lyra and shrugged. “Look,” she said, “I want nothing more than his intergration, my problem lies with you!”

Lyra scowled. “Oh so it’s me then is it?” She jabbed a hoof at Barin. “He destroyed my house!”

Twilight paused mid-bite. “That was, your house?” She glanced down at the apple meat. “I’m sorry, but did you really expect me to stop him? If he wants to do something the only thing stopping him is a sense of manners!”

“You haven't tried using magic against him?”

Twilight blanched. “What? He’s my friend, and second of all, yes! He’s so resistant to magic that not even Celestia could lift him! And she moves the sun!” Lyra started smiling. “What’s so funny?”

Lyra held her amusement back long enough to answer. “Just the thought of Barin not giving a hoot if Celestia tried talking to him!”

Twilight leaned forward over her apple. “Have you ever seen him angry?” Lyra looked into Twilight’s eyes and saw the seriousness. “He is nice, gentle, and considerate, but if you do anything to make him angry everything before that goes to Tartarus.” She spat. “I betrayed his trust once, and he made sure I’d never forget it. If you don't treat him like a friend he will do the same to you.”

Lyra was unwillingly intimidated. “Is this a threat?”

Twilight shook her head. “No, this is a warning. I wanted to do this quietly because if something goes wrong nopony would be hurt.”

Lyra’s eyes narrowed and her frown deepened to a scowl. “Did it ever occur to you that trying to control someone who can't be stopped in an emergency will only lead to disaster?”

Twilight’s ears lowered. “Yes…” She fell back into her chair. “But I didn't know what to do, Celestia said that this was my responsibility, and yet I’ve done nothing but prove that I have what it takes to handle big problems by myself…” Saying this a loud, admitting it to herself and Lyra, triggered an unwilling urge to grieve.

Barin returned from tending the fire swatting his hands together to clear the ash on his skin. He looked down at his guests, and the satisfied grin turned to a small frown when he saw Twilight in dismay. He knelt down, and Lyra saw his eyes widen when a hint of tears collected under Twilight’s gaze. The pair of ponies had been bickering since the start of their visit, and now Twilight was crying.

Lyra suddenly regretted all the recent sins she had done that day, relevant or not, when the devil inside Barin seeped from his face and came to stare at her. His eyes were sharp, the eyebrows knotted, and the scowl grew into a toothy scorn. Lyra’s ears went dead flat and her mouth became dry. Her mind was surprised on how quick and fierce his gaze was, and her breath became more shallow. She had not intended to make Twilight cry, but that’s what happened. Lying felt like asking for a death sentence, and she wondered for a moment how Twilight had done under this same stare.

Now Twilight was not crying persay, but was on the verge. She was able to look up from her self pity and see what was about to transpire. She didn't know what he would do, but the thought of Lyra flying like a baseball set alarms off. She lept into the air between the two and shook her head. “No, it’s not her fault! It’s mine!”

Barin’s gaze shifted to Twilight and she immediately saw the demon recede. He lifted a hand to her backside. “Twilight, need hug?” She was about to say no, trying to stay strong, but again she had just admitted to herself that many things that happened recently were her fault. She had not grieved over her stress and struggles, wanting to stay strong like a princess should be. “Y-Yes.” She stuttered.

Barin cupped his hand behind her and Twilight let herself be seated there. He drew her in, bracing with both hands, against his cheek. It was fortunate for her that he was keeping on top of shaving, so she could feel the impressive warmth he made. It was a body to cheek nuzzle that for the observing Lyra, touched her heart.

Lyra was witnessing affection. The appropriate kind, hopefully, between two beings who had more emotional history than Lyra herself could not guess. She knew that Twilight had done everything for the sake of Barin’s safety. She of course did not know of the Infinity Dilemma, but that was a lesson long gone. Another emotion proved a point to her. Jealousy. Lyra felt that writhing inside her mouth wanting to express her desire to be where Twilight was. It was her turn to be guilty, but her sense of pride still put in one final say. “We’ve all done a lot of stupid things lately haven't we?”

Twilight looked at Barin, then back at Lyra. “Yeah, it happens.” She smiled and wriggled her body as a sign to let go. Barin obliged and she flew back to her seat. “Look Lyra, we’re both in this together, and I’d hate to hold a grudge.”

Lyra nodded. “Truce, but do you still hold a grudge against EBA?”

Twilight took another bite of her apple slice. “M-hum, they are still mostly selfish scientists that are more stingy than bureaucrats.” She swallowed and looked up at Barin. “Now you! Barin, best sentence please.”

Barin tapped the stem of his apple to his chin before responding. “I like pie.”

“What flavor?”

“Pie flavor!”

AppleJack pulled her cart full of apples through the farm in her backyard. The late morning sun was uncomfortably warm, but not for the likes of the humble mare, who paid the heat no mind. The tranquility of the morning was broken however, when the earth beneath her hooves vibrated in quick, sharp pulses that faded soon after they begun. Applejack cocked an eyebrow slightly and glanced about, seeing nothing out of the ordinary she shrugged and continued onwards.

It was soon after the quakes began again, coming and going just as they had done before. This time AJ was unfazed by the rumbles, but her ears twitched at the disturbance nonetheless. Silence reigned over the farm once again with the only noise being the cold wind howling through the trees at a brisk pace. Applejack took the advantage and pulled her hat off and set it upside down on the pile of apples she was pulling. The wind cooled her mane and fur while also letting the sweat soaked hat breathe for the first time that morning.

The quakes came back. Applejack scowled and glanced at the earth beneath her. Grumbling under her breath she sighed and looked out over her farm. It was fortunate that the trees around her were already picked clean of fruit. Less the quakes spoil the fallen apples that had peacefully grown from their branches.

The tremor patterns continued until AppleJack reached the barn where a surplus of goods was stored to be used for a later date. Leaning on the red and white painted roof was Barin, dressed as usual. His clothes were lightly soaked with sweat and his glasses were hanging from the iron barn pulley by the bridge. Applejack raised an eyebrow and pursed her lips, it was the first time she had seen him without glasses, clearly now she could see his brown eyes were much more prominent than before as they scanned the horizon for no reason in particular.

AppleJack’s ears twitched at the sound of creaking wood when she stopped at the barn doors. She knitted her brow and frowned at the giant. “Stop leanin, on mah barn!” She shouted at him.

Barin snapped his head down at her in mild surprise. His eyebrow cocked as it took a few seconds for her words to register. “Sorry!” He said honestly as he pushed against the building to rebalance himself. He then leaned back and flopped on the ground beside the barn, thus creating a large tremor that caused the structure to shake even more. Barin chuckled lightly and leaned back on the soft grass.

AppleJack looked at her barn in pity. By her own hooves she would swear by its strength and build quality, but the barn was not built to support giants leaning against it. Inside the barn there was a great pile of apples resting in the middle of the room. It reached to the ceiling and occupied much of the floor space. By contrast, the cart of apples AppleJack dropped off was second to nothing.

AJ looked over the pile of fruit with raised eyebrows. “Gosh,” She stammered. “At this rate I’ll need ta build more barns!” She turned around and headed back outside where Barin was. She came up to his head and prodded his ear with her hoof.

Barin turned his head and opened his eyes lazily. “What?” He asked, “I am sleepy.”

“Ah, think the word yer lookin for is resting.” AJ pointed out. “Not ta say ah blame ya, that barn is full ta the brim!” Her smile was humorous and her voice proud. “Now I need ya ta help transplant some trees away from the fruit bat preserve, and when ah say help, ah mean you’re gonna be doing all the work.” Her smile became innocent and pleading.

Barin of course only understood a fraction of what she said. “Tree?”

She sighed and reiterated while directing vague movements with her hooves. “Move apple trees to red cross.”

Barin understood and nodded. “Yes, leader.” He sat up. “I go fetch shovel.”

AppleJack giggled slightly while Barin stood up and walked away. “Ah like being called a leader, more than’a boss.”

“Your right!” AppleJack jumped an inch when Rainbow Dash suddenly appeared behind her. “My job would be sooo much cooler if ponies called me leader!”

AJ spun around and asked, “What are ya doing here?”

Dash shrugged. “Just checking on things, has he broken anything yet?”

AppleJack eyed Rainbow up and down before answering, “Not really,” A thought crept a smile on her face. “Though Granny almost broke her hip when she heard about our newest worker.” Rainbow knew enough morals not to laugh enthusiastically about the elderly injuring themselves, so with difficulty she compressed her emotions into a giggle by holding her hooves to her lips. This encouraged AppleJack to continue, “AppleBloom couldn't be happier, but Ah think Mac’s pride is a tad bit dented now that he’s secondary muscle around here.” With that remark Dash let her humor from granny spill over.

However, a thought did occur to Rainbow once she recovered. “Wait,” She paused for a couple seconds thinking she could solve her question alone. Alas that didn't work. “Is he working for free?”

AppleJack jerked backward and opened her mouth aghast. “Course not! His honest work nets him an honest pay.” She stated matter of factly. “I just keep the coin down in our safe room. When he wants it he can have it.” She raised one eyebrow and joked, “It ain't like he can manage his coin without a pair a tweezers!”

Rainbow landed softly next to AppleJack. “I was just asking!”

AppleJack leaned closer to Rainbow Dash. “Ah know, but why are you really here?”

Dash’s expression fell and for a few moments she stood there while twiddling her hooves. “Pinkie Pie, wants to throw a party.”

“A party?” Applejack’s eyebrow raised. “That ain't nothin new.”

“For Barin.” Dash said.

AJ sighed and fell onto her haunches. “Ah was afraid she’d try that. How the hay did Pinkie plan this one?”

Rainbow rubbed the back of her head. “I gotta be frank, AJ, it’s been a week since he started working here. It’s about time he starts being a part of the town.”

AppleJack shook her head. “I’m not saying there shouldn't be a hoedown, but ah can't expect the EBA’s gonna be on board.”

Rainbow raised an eyebrow. “Why should we give a feather?”

AppleJack opened her mouth to point out what was surely obvious, but she stopped partway in her breath. At the end of the day, Pinkie would throw a party for him no matter what. And if Barin was just as much a friend as any other, then AppleJack knew that even to her what the EBA thought meant next to nothing. “Well, shoot.” She gave a coy smile. “Ah don't think we do, what do ya need from me?”

Rainbow smiled at AppleJacks attitude. “We need you to lead him into town! How long do you think it’ll take?”

AppleJack tapped her hoof against her chin. “Well, Ah’d put it at an hour and a half before Ah can get him to move into town, and that’s if Ah can convince him.”

“Not to worry!” Discord flew out of a floating pink cloud directly above them. “I’ve made the proper arrangements!” He smiled when both AppleJack and Rainbow jumped a few inches into the air.

AppleJack regained her composure and furrowed her brow at Discord. “Really now?”

Discord pulled off a piece of his cloud and ate it. “H-hum. If you’re not able to convince him, then I’ll be there to help.”

AppleJack eyed Discord up and down like she had done with Rainbow Dash. “So then why don't you do it.”

Discord shrugged in earnest. “It’ll be funny to watch!” He cupped a bear paw to his mouth and spoke more quietly. “Also, I’d be checking up on him right about now.” His lion claw shaded his eyes while he scanned the horizon. “I’d bet he’s at the digging site by now, and I don't think you told him where to put the dirt!”

As if on cue a burly voice sounded through the air. It was distant, but loud. “Diggy Diggy Hole!”

Author's Note

It's been so long between chapters that my writing style may have evolved slightly, but I'd like to think that's a good thing.

Please leave constructive criticism below!