The Human, The Fashionista, and The Milkmare

The Human, The Fashionista, and The Milkmare

Chapter 3

My stomach growled audibly after about another half-hour of waiting, causing the mares to chuckle. I rolled my eyes at their reaction and patted my belly.

"I just fed you last night -- I can't be eating like this or I'm gonna end up getting really fat!"

Truthfully, it was already past mid-day and I hadn't eaten anything in almost 20 hours as my stomach protested loudly once again.

"Michael, darling, you must eat! It's not good to starve yourself! I'll prepare something for all of us to last us for the trip to Canterlot. I have a lot of shopping to do, so I'm glad you came up with the idea of going!"

"I thought we were going to Trottingham, Miss Rarity -- and truth to tell, I've never eaten Equestrian food before," I mused. "But please don't put any hay or grass or flowers in my food if you offer me some."

"That's right -- I need some milk, and Milky Way's shop has the best in Equestria. Michael, darling, let me fix your clothes up for you," the fashionista offered as she took the clothes she had made for me and undid the stitching, adding strips of fabric to the seams that had ripped on me earlier. While she was doing that, Twilight took the opportunity to ask me a few questions.

"So, Michael, where exactly did you come from? I've never seen a human before," she mused.

"Where I come from, we called it Earth," I replied casually.

"Do they do boku-maru there?" she asked, grinning broadly.

"I don't know, Twilight -- truthfully, I wanted to see how you ponies might react to it. I've never done it with any of my human female companions, even the one I've spent the past 21 years of my life with," I replied, eliciting a shocked look from the librarian. The fashionista turned her head towards me and shot me a curious glance.

"Michael, darling, was that the female you told me you were married to?"

"Yeah, that's her. I never did boku-maru with her, simply because she's not into what she considers to be kinky," I replied flatly. "Hopefully I'll never have to see her again -- you have no idea what living with her has been like for me."

"If you're still married to her, that makes marrying somepony else very difficult," Twilight mused.

"I know -- that's why I brought up the prospect of seeking a favor from Princess Celestia," I noted.

"If you hated being with her so much, why were you still with her?" asked Sweetie Belle. "Why did you stay with her for so long?"

"Sweetie Belle, you mustn't ask such personal questions! That's for me to do! Michael, darling, why did you stay with her for so long?"

"I don't know if you're familiar with the term Stockholm Syndrome," I began. I checked the ponies to gauge their reaction, though they all looked at me with curiosity. "Okay, let me explain. When I first met that woman, I had spent the previous six months in a state of deep depression after having broken up with my first intense relationship. I was desperate for female companionship and was willing to accept the first woman who would provide me the comfort and kindness I craved at the time. Shortly after that, she suggested we get married, since her parents and mine didn't want to see us living together without being married. I considered it a form of insurance, hoping that this woman wouldn't hurt me the way the first one did.

"As the years went by, her attitude towards me changed -- she became insecure, jealous, possessive, abusive -- I tried to leave her at least twice before, but each time she succeeded in tracking me down and forcing me to return to her house to continue with a relationship that had basically died for me.

"Cue last night, where I laid down to sleep in bed next to her, but for what must have been the thousandth time uttered my wish: I wish to wake up laying next to Twilight Sparkle in her bed in Ponyville tomorrow morning."

"But darling, you woke up laying next to ME!" Rarity declared incredulously. "Why would you wish to wake up laying next to Twilight?"

"Um, I thought I already told you, Miss Rarity -- Twilight is my favorite pony," I stated, causing the lavender unicorn to blush deeply, a coy smile playing on her lips.

"I kind of wish he had woken up next to me," Twilight mused softly, earning a glare from the fashionista.

"Twilight, darling, we can't always get what we wish for, now can we?" she grinned. "Michael, daaaaar-ling, would you be kind enough to tell me what you would have done had you woken up next to Twilight?"

"I would have explained who and what I am and informed her of my origin and my desires -- and also most likely would have asked her to marry me," I replied matter-of-factly.

"But you asked me first! Please, Michael, don't change your mind just because Twilight's here now!"

"Miss Rarity, I'm still a little uncertain about marrying anypony so soon after arriving here -- I need some time to get to know you ponies better. I just hope you don't take that the wrong way," I responded.

"Well, darling, you know it's been a long time for me! I don't have a lot of time left to wait for some handsome stallion to ask for my hoof in marriage!"

"Michael, how do you know about us? There has to be some other reason why you'd wish to wake up laying next to me," the librarian mused.

"Where I come from, there's this thing called the internet -- it's a world-wide network of interconnected computers capable of allowing people to communicate with each other all around the world. It also allows people to do research on all sort of topics, it allows people to view recorded video content anytime they want, it allows people to post stories, personal information, daily activities, and various observations and criticisms. There are these pages people can search through called websites -- one such website allows users to post stories they write. That one caught my interest because I like certain stories."

"What sort of stories do you like to read?" asked Twilight.

"How naughty are those stories?" Rarity queried, a big grin on her face. The librarian blushed.

"You like trashy fiction? There's an awful lot of that on the internet," I offered.

"Are there any stories like that involving us ponies, darling?"

"Ummm, I hope there aren't any stories about me," Twilight declared, giving me a nervous glance.

"Oh, Twilight -- the internet can be a wonderful thing, but it gets abused very badly -- you're the main character on that TV show I was talking about, so most of the stories I find which catch my interest involve you and certain other ponies as well. Trixie plays a role in a few of them, too," I added. This elicited shocked looks on both mares' faces, though the filly giggled a little.

"Michael, darling, why talk about her? Have you any idea of how much trouble she caused for us the last time she was here?"

"I'm curious to see how she might react to boku-maru," I mused.

"Michael, daaaaaaaaaaaaar-ling, if you do that with her, I shall never speak to you again!"

"How about if you do that with her?" I grinned. "Do you think she'll enjoy it so much she'll want to do nothing but boku-maru? Think about it -- the "great and powerful" Trixie reduced to seeking anypony willing to boku-maru with her! She'll be begging for it!"

"Trixie will be begging for what?" asked the show-mare, who had surreptitiously entered the room.

"Trixie, where did you come from?" I asked. Upon seeing me, she nearly fainted.

"I brought her here, Michael! I'm curious to see this as well!" Discord chortled.

"I thought I told you to go somewhere," I grumbled. I approached Trixie at this point, watching her back herself towards the nearest wall. Twilight and Rarity grinned at this.

"Don't hurt her, Michael," advised a worried Sweetie Belle.

"I have no intention of doing that, Sweetie," I replied as I was now fairly close to the show-mare, her expression one of near fright. I kneeled and took her right fore-hoof in mine, gazing into her eyes. "Enchantee, Trixie," I stated softly. I watched her expression soften towards me.

"You -- you -- are -- Michael?" she stammered as she tried to regain a little composure.

"I don't know why Discord seemed so fascinated by seeing your reaction to me -- perhaps he wants to see us boku-maru," I mused.

"What's that?" the azure unicorn queried, a puzzled look on her face.

"Trixie, daaaaaar-ling, please allow me to show you!" Rarity offered, grinning broadly.

"Trixie is not so sure about this -- she does not even know what -- boku-maru -- is! Trixie doesn't want to do something that might hurt her!"

The mares giggled and I chuckled softly. "Oh, Trixie, it's not gonna hurt you -- but you might enjoy it too much," I offered slyly.

"Trixie will choose whom she will do that with," she stated arrogantly. She glanced around the room and saw Rarity, Twilight, Sweetie Belle, Discord, and me, though I was still on one knee right in front of her. I smiled warmly at her, gazing into her eyes. She raised her right fore-hoof again and tapped me on my right shoulder. "Trixie will boku-maru with this -- this -- what are you?"

"I'm a human, Miss Trixie -- the least you could have done was call me by my name, but that's okay. Miss Rarity, please forgive me for what I'm about to do," I stated reverently. She growled in response, eliciting a smug grin on the show-mare's face.

"Trixie wants to know how this is done," she stated flatly. Without bothering to answer her, I crouched in front of her and grabbed her with both arms, then stood up, lifting her in one smooth motion. "AAAAAAAAHHH! Put Trixie down! AAAAAAHHHH!" she screamed. This resulted in the other ponies laughing, joined by Discord who chuckled at her reaction. I grinned and carried her to the bed, placing her on her back on it.

"Now dangle your hind legs over the edge of the bed for me, Trixie," I requested.

"Trixie demands that you show her some respect, Michael!" she exclaimed indignantly.

"Do you want to do this or not? You need to relax, find your center, empty your mind of all thought," I instructed as I lay on the floor, my knees bent with my shins up, parallel to her hind legs. She did not move her hooves, so I placed the soles of my feet gently against the frogs, allowing a gentle sensation of soft energy to flow between us.

"Mmmmmh, Trixie likes this," she observed softly, a cheerful tone to her voice. She pushed her hooves against my feet a little harder, seemingly in an attempt to intensify the sensation, which ebbed as a result of her attempt to force the flow of energy.

"Trixie wants to know why it stopped," she stated with disappointment.

"You tried to force the flow of energy, darling," Rarity answered. "Michael told me that boku-maru is about allowing the energy to flow on its own accord."

"Trixie wants to try that again," she requested, a petulant look on her face.

"Michael, may I do that with her?" asked Twilight.

"Why are you asking me, Twilight? Ask Trixie -- oh, you're nodding your head, are you? Okay, Twilight, looks like Trixie's willing to let you boku-maru with her," I chuckled. Both mares quickly assumed the proper position on the floor, their hind hooves touching softly. I watched both of them clench their eyes shut as the pleasure of the sensation overtook them. They moaned softly, then a little louder, then as the flow of energy aroused them further, they began gasping.

"Michael, darling, is it supposed to feel that good?"

"AAAAAH! YESSSSS!" Twilight moaned as she succumbed to her passion.

"OOOOOOHHH!" Trixie moaned as she climaxed with the librarian. The two mares broke off their contact at that point and smiled warmly at each other. Trixie simply nodded her head, a big grin on her face.

"Ooooh, Trixie! That -- that was -- nice!" Twilight chirped.

"Trixie concurs, Sparkle! Trixie wants to do that again!"

"Trixie, darling, how about doing that with me?" Rarity asked, grinning broadly.

"Trixie does not want to do that with you," she replied almost dismissively. "Trixie only wants to do that with Sparkle."

"Michael, daaar-ling, how about another go with me?" she asked as she sidled up to me, batting her eyes rapidly, a big toothy grin on her face.

"Oh, all right, Rarity. One more time for today -- but that's it. You don't wanna overdo it," I replied, a hint of a patronizing tone to my voice. Rarity eagerly hopped on her bed and propped her hind legs over the end.

"Please, Michael! Don't keep me waiting!" she exclaimed impatiently. I shook my head in irony as I laid back down on the floor and propped my feet against her hind hooves. This time the fashionista allowed the energy to flow naturally -- she did not try to force it. I allowed the sensation to envelop me once again, this time feeling a little softer than last. The faintness of the energy flow left me feeling a little disappointed -- and Rarity noticed this as well. She pressed her hooves harder against my feet in an attempt to intensify the feeling, which disappeared as soon as she tried to force it.

"What happened?" she asked dejectedly. She gave me a sad-eyed look.

"I told you -- once per day is best, otherwise you weaken it. You have to be willing to accept it, as does your partner. I must confess, my heart wasn't in it this time -- I'm sorry, Rarity -- don't look at me like that! I tried to tell you! You didn't listen!" I admonished sharply.

"You would rather boku-maru with Twilight, wouldn't you?" she asked, glowering at me. "You don't even want to marry me, do you?" she asked as her voice wavered. "You think I'm ugly and too old for you, don't you?" she wailed as tears began trickling down her cheeks again. She lay face down on her bed, sobbing once again.

"Trixie thinks we should leave, Sparkle," the show-mare observed, giving the librarian an obvious wink.

"That sounds like a good idea," she responded as she rose to her hooves and began trotting towards the door. "Um, see you later, Rarity -- you too, Michael," she stated as she left, followed closely by Trixie. I heard their hoofsteps as they went downstairs, then closed the front door behind them. I glanced around the room and noticed Sweetie Belle still standing nearby, but Discord had left as well -- most likely when Rarity and I tried to boku-maru for the second time that day.

"Um, Michael? I'll be in my room if Rarity needs anything," the filly offered before turning tail and trotting off to her room. The fashionista continued to moan and bewail her fate again, her histrionics beginning to wear on my patience.

"Miss Rarity. I need your full attention," I stated firmly.

"You don't even like me!" she wailed, her sobs wracking her body as she seemed to convulse on her bed. "You like Twilight more than you like me!"

I scrunched my face up in anger and slapped her right flank with my right hand to get her attention. She turned over and glared at me angrily.

"Don't you EVER do that to me again!" she screeched, her eyes flashing red. Her horn seemed to glow with a red aura to match her temper. Without thinking, I placed the thumb and first two fingers of my right hand on her horn, perhaps in an attempt to snuff out the flame, so to speak. This elicited a look of shock on her face, her eyes going wide, her mouth opening in a gasp of surprise. My expression was still one of anger.

"Are you threatening me, Miss Rarity? I don't like that," I intoned sharply.

"Get -- get -- your -- hand -- off my horn!" she wailed.

I released my hold on her horn and turned my back to her, silently walking towards the door of her room. She watched as I opened it and ducked under the low door-frame. If I had turned around to look at her, I most likely would have seen a look of desperation on her face, but by this time I was making my way downstairs. The stairs complained loudly as my heavy footsteps caused each one to creak and groan in protest. The mare rose to her hooves and stood at the top of the staircase.

"Michael?" she asked plaintively.

I glanced at her, my left eyebrow raised. "Yes?"

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know, Miss Rarity -- perhaps to the library, if I can find it," I replied matter-of-factly. She raced down the stairs and blocked my path as I found myself stunned by her swiftness.

"Michael, darling, please forgive me! Please, Michael -- please don't leave! Please!" she begged, giving me her sad-eyes look again. I strode past her towards the front door of the boutique, still only wearing my skivvies. "Michael -- if you leave, I shall never speak to you again!"

I sighed heavily, giving her an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, Miss Rarity," I stated sadly as I opened the front door and walked out, closing it behind me. Standing on her doorstep, I heard her start wailing again. I took a few tentative steps forward, contemplating her words. Ultimately, the need for clothing took precedence over my pride, so I returned to the front door and opened it without ringing the doorbell or knocking. She glanced up at me at this point and smiled.

"I knew you'd come back, darling! Please tell me you've changed your mind about me!"

"Miss Rarity, I need some clothes," I stated rather bluntly, maintaining a neutral expression. She pranced over to me, a smile on her face.

"Welcome to Carousel Boutique, where everything is chic, unique, et magnifique!" she chirped. "How may I help you, darling?"

"Miss Rarity, I need some clothes," I implored a little more impatiently.

"But of course, darling, please follow me," she cooed, her grin widening.

I followed just a couple of paces behind her as she led the way towards her kitchen. Between the main room and the kitchen there was a door she opened, which led to a staircase she then began to descend. I raised an eyebrow, wondering why she would lead me downstairs. Mentally recalling some of the more gruesome movies I had seen in the past and certain other stories I had read, I refused to follow her down and stood at the top of the stairs.

"Michael, darling, I need you to come down here," she implored, a hint of anger in her voice.

"I'm not going down there, Miss Rarity," I called out, my voice echoing down the staircase. She started making her way back up the stairs, a sheepish grin on her face.

"I'm sorry, darling, I have no idea why I went down there," she offered.

"My guess is that if I were to go down there, I'd never come back up," I replied, glaring at the mare. Her eyes widened a bit at this before she recovered some of her composure.

"Uh, there's nothing of interest down there, Michael, so -- let's just forget about that, okay?"

"Then why did you try to lead me down there, Miss Rarity?" I asked, my anger beginning to rise. "You weren't trying to kill me, were you?"

"No! No, of course not, darling! I -- I would never do that to you!" she replied nervously. She looked like she was knitting her brows, a few beads of sweat trickling down the sides of her head.

"You've piqued my curiosity, Miss Rarity -- I'd like to see what's down there," I stated as I picked her up with my right arm, hefting her over my back before turning to the door and opening it.

"Unf! Put me down, you ruffian!" she protested as she pounded my back with her forehooves. I carefully made my way down the stairs, the light flickering a little. Rarity lit her horn and caused the light to go out.

"Obviously there's something down here you don't want me to see," I stated as I turned around and went back up the stairs. "If you don't turn the light back on --"

"You'll what?" she asked, a menacing tone to her voice. "You should be careful about making threats you cannot back up, Michael, darling," she warned. I chose not to answer her as I carefully made my way back up the stairs and closed the door behind me. I set her gently on the floor, then walked back to the front door of the boutique.

"I'm sorry, Miss Rarity -- it was a mistake for me to come here in the first place," I stated flatly before closing the door behind me.

"Wait! Michael, please wait!" she called out after me. I had already started walking down the street, attracting the attention of everypony as the fashionista dashed out her front door and galloped to catch up with me. "Michael, darling! I'm sorry! Please, please come back!"

"I have nothing more to say to you, Miss Rarity," I stated brusquely as I continued to walk towards a large oak tree I saw off in the distance. The mare continued to follow me as I walked, though I heard murmuring from quite a few ponies who gawped at me.

"Michael! Please! I'm sorry!" she called out after me.

"I know you are," I responded darkly as I continued to walk, paying the fashionista little attention. A bouncing pink earth pony caught up with us.

"Hey, Mikey, where ya going, huh? Huh?" she asked. "Hey, Rarity, where's he going?"

"I think he's heading to the library, Pinkie," she replied sullenly. "Michael, darling, please! Please forgive me! I'll be good to you this time! I promise!"

I whirled around at this point, the fashionista bumping into me. I kneeled and tapped her on her muzzle with my right index finger. "Do you Pinkie Promise?" I asked, glaring sternly at her. I glanced to my right and saw the pink pony's expression harden considerably, not at me, but at Rarity, almost boring a large hole through the mare.

"Don't make me say it, Rares," the baker warned, before putting her front teeth over her lower lip to begin pronouncing a word that began with an "F." The alabaster mare gave me a very worried look, which I returned with an even harsher gaze, a deep frown etched on my face.

"You're not supposed to know about Pinkie Promises, darling," she grinned sheepishly.

"FOREVER!!" Pinkie shouted, her expression almost matching mine exactly.

The fashionista fell to the ground and began sobbing and wailing again. I turned around and resumed my trek to the library without bothering to address her, the pink pony bouncing alongside me as I walked. Amazingly enough, Rarity galloped ahead of us and turned to face me once again, this time her expression one of fury, her horn lit an angry red once again.

"You! You have humiliated me for the last time!" she exclaimed. Once again, I snuffed her horn with my right thumb, index and middle fingers.

"Shut up, Rarity. I don't really care if I need any clothes or not -- I'm tired of dealing with you," I responded before sighing heavily again. "I'm really sorry, Rarity."

"Then why don't you show it, Michael?" she asked, her tone changing again.

"I don't know what to think of you, Miss Rarity. I thought perhaps we could make a relationship work -- but I believe I was mistaken about that." She trotted over to me and hugged my knees with her forelegs, giving me a hurt look, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

"Michael, darling, please give me one more chance! I promise -- neigh, I Pinkie Promise to be good to you this time!"

Pinkie glowered at the fashionista and stomped her right forehoof on the ground. Rarity hesitated a bit before she began the traditional moves required of a Pinkie Promise.

"Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye," Rarity stated reverently as she smiled at me, making a criss-crossing motion over her chest with her right forehoof, then placing the hoof over her left eye.

"Very well then, Miss Rarity, you have earned yourself another chance. Don't blow it, or you'll have to answer to Pinkie Pie," I stated flatly. The baker nodded her head firmly in agreement with me. I turned to the baker and smiled at her. "Hey, Pinkie, where's your sister Maud?"

"She's back at the rock farm, Mikey! You wanna meet her?"

"She's one of the ponies I'd like to meet in person, Pinkie -- along with a certain milkmare in Trottingham," I replied warmly. Pinkie's face lit up with a huge grin.

"Oooh! Yeah, I know her! She's Bon-Bon's cousin! She usually comes to visit once a month -- and I think it might actually be today! You wanna come with me and meet them?"

"Of course, Pinkie -- although meeting them in my present state of decolletage is rather embarrassing, but -- if you ponies go around naked, I don't really see too much wrong with me running around in my skivvies."

"I tried to fashion some clothing for you, Michael, darling," Rarity protested.

"I know -- and you made them too small for me," I replied flatly. Pinkie began bouncing her way in a different direction, beckoning me to follow her. Rarity trailed me as I followed the baker back towards the center of town. A certain mint-green unicorn mare seemed to be spying on us, though her attempt to conceal her presence was woefully inadequate.

"Hey, Pinkie, I think we're being tailed," I chuckled. Truthfully, my presence was causing quite a disturbance among all the ponies in town, most of them gawping at me and more than a few of them talking about me loud enough for me to hear them.

"Excuse me, is there something you'd like to say to my face?" I asked a certain sky-blue pegasus with an unkempt multi-hued mane and tail.

"Yeah! What are you doing around here? Pinks, what the hay? Who or what is this -- this -- what are you, anyway?"

"Rainbow Miriam Dash. My name is Michael Walker and I am a human from another universe -- I must admit, it is truly an honor to meet the fastest flier in Equestria in the flesh," I grinned.

"My middle name is Danger, not Miriam! How -- how do you know about that? NOPONY is supposed to know about that!" the aviatrix exclaimed, a hurt look on her face.

"It was a guess on my part -- I read about you in a story awhile back, one that conjectured that you carried the name of Miriam," I replied softly. "I'm sorry if I upset you about that."

"Well -- don't let it happen again! And don't call me by my full name anymore, please!"

"Okay, sorry, Dash," I replied, scratching the mare behind her left ear.

"Mmmmh, that feels nice!" she cooed. "Where did you learn how to do that?"

"Sorry about that -- I couldn't resist the temptation to scratch you behind the ears," I replied as I removed my hand from the back of her head.

"No, no -- please! Please keep doing that! That feels so good!"

"I wonder how good boku-maru might feel for you," I mused as I scratched the back of her head again.

"Mmmmh, if it's anything like this, I'll bet it'll feel wonderful!" the mare chirped. "Hey, could you scratch me a little lower on my neck?"

"Michael, darling, don't we have somewhere to go?" asked Rarity.

"Um, Rainbow, we were on our way to meet up with Bon-Bon and Milky Way," I stated as I removed my hand again.

"Uh, you wanna take a rain-check on scratching me some more? You're really good at that," she grinned before taking off into the sky. I hadn't even had time to answer her question.

"What'd you think of Rainbow Dash, Mikey?" asked the bouncing pink party pony.

"She's cute, I'll give her that -- but I don't think I know her well enough to formulate an opinion of her one way or another," I replied.

"Oooooh, you think I'm cute?" the pegasus grinned as she peered down from a perch atop a nearby cloud. "You're kinda cute yourself, Mikey!"

"Thanks, Dash -- but I'll have you know I'm 50 years old," I responded warmly.

"I hope I look that good when I'm 50!" the aviatrix exclaimed in astonishment.

"I hope you look better than this," I replied, patting my belly with my right hand.

"Come on, Mikey, we're almost there!" Pinkie exclaimed excitedly as she bounced a bit further along.

"Seeya later, Dash," I called out to her as I resumed following the baker on our way to Bon-Bon's house, the mint-green unicorn mare still tailing us and failing miserably at trying to conceal this fact.

"Lyra, darling, what are you doing?" asked Rarity as the two mares practically bumped into each other.

"I simply MUST know! Is -- is that -- a -- HUMAN?" she asked, a big grin on her face. Upon hearing this, I turned around and knelt in front of her.

"You are most certainly correct, Miss Lyra -- I am indeed a human -- what would you like to know?" I asked warmly.

"Um, were you headed over to my house? I, um, I live with Bon-Bon," she stated, her nervousness causing her voice to tremble.

"I was informed that your housemate has her cousin visiting her -- and I'm curious to meet both of them," I replied warmly, smiling at the mare.

"Oh -- yes, that's right -- Bon-Bon told me Milky Way was coming today -- but, um...why were you wanting to meet them? What's so special about them that you would come from ... where did you come from? Are there those metal boxes you humans go around in back in ... wherever it is you came from?"

"We call them cars, or automobiles -- I made my living by delivering pizza by way of my car," I replied. "Where I came from, we called my homeworld Earth, but depending on where a person lived, they might call it Terra or Gaia, or something else, depending on the language."

"That is so cool! I'd like to learn everything I can about your homeworld! Um, would you mind staying at my house so I can write down everything you tell me?"

"I was actually planning on staying with Rarity at her boutique -- I suppose you could stop by and visit me from time to time until you recorded everything you needed from me," I replied, noting the fashionista's harsh glare turn into a grin when I gave the mint-green mare my answer.

"Oh. Um, I was hoping you would stay at my house," Lyra stated sullenly. At this point, we arrived at our destination and stood at the front doorstep. "Um, this is my house -- I think Bon-Bon's inside, so -- give me a moment, please," she stated before entering the house. I stepped back a few paces from the doorstep. After a few minutes of waiting, the front door opened again to reveal a cream-coated earth pony mare, her expression one of puzzlement.

"Who -- who -- or -- what --"

"Miss Bon-Bon, my name is Michael Walker, and I am a human -- I thought Lyra would have told you that," I stated.

"But -- but -- I -- I had no -- idea -- you -- you were -- so big!" she replied, her voice trembling. "What - what do you want?"

"Miss Bon-Bon, is your cousin Milky Way here?" I asked. Before she could answer, a butter-yellow earth pony mare with large tresses of deep blue for a mane and tail came to the front door.

"Bon-Bon, who called my name?" the mare asked before noticing me. "Um -- uh -- you -- you are --?"

"Oooh, I had no idea you were so beautiful!" I exclaimed, much to the chagrin of a certain fashionista, whose face turned bright red with anger. The yellow mare blushed, her face turning a lovely shade of rouge. "Mmmh, Milky Way, your beauty is enhanced by your blush!"