"Get the fuck outta the way!" Ryan shouted, honking his car horn to alert the surrounding ponies of his approach. He sped through Canterlot with the speed of a demon, his engine roaring as he flew by wave after wave of snobs with his middle finger raised up high for all to see.

Twilight had informed him earlier that day that the royal sisters wanted to meet him in person. He didn't really see the point of this since he already met one of them when he first arrived, but after she had also told him that the area was full of rich pricks, he saw this as a great excuse to let out some pent up fuckery.

So he convinced Twilight to hop in his car and they were off, him driving like a maniac while she was yelling the directions at him, along with the occasional 'Look out!' They faced a couple of close calls, but lucky, he managed to not hit anypony during the drive.

"How much further?" The human asked, keeping his eyes forward, his hands on the wheel, and the pedal to the floor.

"It should be just up ahead." She replied with a frightened look, her hand firmly grasping, what Ryan proudly called, the 'Oh Shit' handle.

Once a castle that stood nearly ten times the size of Twilight's drew close, Ryan managed to spot a number of guards lined up out front with spears raised above their heads. Obviously they were getting ready to attack the so called metal monster once it came within range. Any moron could tell you that twice.

Deciding that he wasn't quite fond with the idea of having a spear shoved in his throat, Ryan slammed him foot on the break, causing the vehicle to drift toward the body of guard ponies. The tires slid across the dirt like feet one a wet floor, but came to a stop before it could slam into anything, living or otherwise.

Twilight was the first to exit the vehicle, a sickly look etched across her face as she did her best to not throw up from the ride. Ryan exited with a child's grin plastered onto him, his face showing more joy than anything else.

Almost immediately once he had gotten out of the car, he was surrounded by guards, all with the pointed ends of their weapons aimed at his face. His smiled quickly faltered from this as he raised both hands in the air and tried to come up with something slick to say or do so he could get out of this little predicament.

Don't. Move. They can't see you if you don't move...

Ryan was just seconds away from yelling at the surrounding ponies, but as fate would have it, somepony was there to save his ass.

"It's alright everypony," Twilight said, most of the ill looking expression already having seeped out of her. "he's with me." The guards all nodded and lowered their weapons before separating into groups and going back to their stations.

Ryan lowered his arms with a relieved sigh, letting his whole body practically go limp. It wasn't every day you had the horse police ready to shank you at a moments notice. "Thanks, sweetheart. I owe you one."

The two then began the next part of their journey, walking through the seemingly endless corridors within the castle to find the princesses. As they walked by, every pony they came across bowed down to them. Despite knowing that this was mainly because of Twilight, Ryan had an intense urge to start barking orders at random.

Demand that one of them makes you a sandwich! Then convince Twilight to do the same if they don't listen to you.

"I'm not telling them to make you a sandwich." Twilight said, instantly smashing Ryan's Superego's desire into pieces.

Dammit!

Ryan couldn't help but laugh a bit at the banter between the two. He was starting to find their interactions more entertaining than his own with either of them.

Finally, after what felt like hours of roaming, they came across two large doors that opened on their own as they approached. They opened up to reveal a large, well decorated, room filled with guards. And, at the end of it all, two large thrones where the two alicorns that ruled over this land sat beside each other. Both were dressed in regal dresses with colors that matched their fur.

Ryan gave them a once over, taking note that both of them stood taller than him. The white horse specifically, stood at least half a foot taller while the blue one only stood about two inches taller than him.

Even in a world full of magical horses that stand on two legs...you are the short one.

Twilight did her best to stifle a laugh, keeping her attention on Celestia and Luna as they rose from their thrones and walked to meet them halfway.

Once they were within arms reach of each other both parties stopped, flashing welcoming and happy smiles to the other. Minus Ryan, who was staring blankly at the two taller mares, silently contemplating how to chop them both off at the kneecap and get away. He really didn't like tall people, to put it bluntly, they always made him feel...well, short!

Twilight dove at the two princesses, wrapping an arm around both and pulling them into a strong embrace, one that they eagerly returned. "It's so good to see you again." She said excitedly, releasing them from her hold.

"Always lovely to see you as well." The white horse said with a happy smile. "I trust you had a safe trip?"

Twilight blushed a bit, her happy smile soon turning into a nervous one, earning her a questioning gaze from the ruling sisters. "Yeah...sure..." Before anypony could say anything, Twilight jumped over to Ryan. "As you already know," She began, grabbing onto one of his arms, "this is my mate, Ryan."

"Howdy." He said plainly, watching as the two mares scanned him with their eyes.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you," Celestia started, placing a hand to her chest. "I am Princess Celestia, co-ruler of this great land." She held out a hand, offering to let Ryan shake it in response.

"Hi..." He said awkwardly, accepting her hand and giving it a firm shake. It wasn't so much this mare that made him uncomfortable. It was the other one. Something about her felt off.

"I am Princess Luna." The darker mare spoke, "We met briefly after your arrival."

"I know," He replied, "that memory's stuck to me like a bad fungus."

The surrounding ponies put on a disgusted face at his simile. Not exactly something they'd expect to hear for a first impression, but he is from a different world so the customs may not be very similar.

Twilight knew better though; she could tell that he was just trying to be funny in his own little way. It would have been a laugh-worthy remark to her if she weren't so nervous of what the princesses were going to think of him because of it.

Celestia shrugged off the comment and put her motherly smile back into place. "I've read so much about you in Twilight's reports. You sure are a fascinating individual."

Step One; Make them think you're weird. CHECK! Step Two; Beat the snot out of Twilight for telling them about you.

Twilight tugged on several of Ryan's hairs with her magic, knowing that it wouldn't bother him as much as it does his brain.

Ow!

"Yes," Luna cut in with a knowing smirk, "Twilight and yourself seem to be getting along pretty well."

A deep blush quickly spread across Twilight's features, while Ryan merely smiled at them. He was well-aware that Twilight had told them literally everything going on between them and would have only been surprised if they didn't insinuate about their sex life.

"You would know, wouldn't you." Ryan said, obviously insisting something suggestive toward the night princess. "Just how often do you read, and possibly re-read, about our intimate encounters?"

Now Luna was the one wearing a deep red blush. Being called out like that couldn't be more embarrassing; on top of that, how did he even know that she...He was playing her. He was playing her and she fell right into his trap. Another wave of embarrassment rushed over her as she realized that she had just fallen face first into the hole he dug for her.

Celestia was using everything in her power not to laugh at her sister. Luna had asked multiple times in the past if she could read through Twilight's reports, but never once did the idea of her enjoying them to that extent cross her mind. This human might just make her day far more entertaining.

Several Hours Later

The sun was down and the moon was high in the air. Throughout the day Celestia clung to Ryan like a barnacle, refusing to leave his side while Twilight and Luna were off discussing their relationship elsewhere. The agreement between the royal sisters was that they would both take a turn with either Twilight or Ryan and get as much a perspective on their relationship as they could.

Celestia had no complaints about Ryan. Granted, his humor could get pretty dark/suggestive, but other than that she couldn't see much of a problem with him at all. He and Twilight weren't exactly identical; Her student was usually more of an introvert, but the human was the exact opposite. As far as she was concerned, they were perfect for each other. Ryan could help Twilight to better come out of her shell, while Twilight helps him to settle down to a semi-civil pace.

However, the solar princesses time with him was up and now it was time to swap out. She left Ryan outside in the garden while she went off to find her sister.

Boredom quickly took hold of the lone human. His eyes started to scan the surrounding area. The castle was built in just such a way over here that he might be able to climb to the roof, but that would take a while. He settled on climbing anyway, deciding to only go up one or two stories.

With a bit of time and effort, Ryan was sitting upon a somewhat flat surface on the side of the castle, staring up at the night sky while propped up on his elbows.

"Enjoying yourself?"

Ryan let out a...less-than-manly yelp from the sudden vocalization. If he hadn't looked back to see Luna standing behind him he'd probably have leapt right off of the building. "Jesus Fuck, woman..."

Was that even a proper statement? It barely sounds like English when you say it out loud.

His mind paused as he started to notice something odd about the night princess. For starters, her regal dress was gone. She now donned an outfit that made her look like she belonged in some punk rock band. On her was a pair of black shorts, a tank top, vest, and leather gloves. She even had, what appeared to be, some kind of collar with a crescent moon medallion hanging off of it.

I am getting the weirdest sense of Deja Vu right now.

Something about the way she was dressed, combined with the playful look she was giving him seemed all too familiar, yet he couldn't figure out why. It was like she was in some distant memory of his that had been long forgotten.

The silence Ryan was subjecting Luna to was almost cancerous. He was just sitting there, staring at her like he was trying to remember the name of a friend he hadn't seen in a long time. She couldn't say much about it though; the moment she saw him in the hospital when he first arrived she couldn't help but feel like she had seen him somewhere before. Which is impossible, seeing how he is the first of his kind to enter Equestria. During her stay she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing, something she couldn't remember. It was driving her mad. Rather than stick around after he awoke, she chose to see him one last time before leaving so she could try to ease her overactive thoughts.

Ryan shook his head a bit, the situation was becoming awkward. His focus went back to her necklace. He smiled and reached up to his chest, gripping the neck of his shirt.

"I used to have something like that..." He said, finally breaking the silence.

Luna cocked her head slightly, giving him a questioning gaze.

"Like what?" She asked, taking a seat beside him.

He pointed to her necklace. "Like that." He began, "Back in my world I made one of those. Granted, it was a bit bigger. But, I never took the damn thing off."

Luna mentally picture him with a much larger crescent moon hanging from his neck. Unlike hers, the one he was wearing was larger and black. She wasn't sure why her mind had made those changes to it, but it looked fitting...It looked like it belonged there. "Why aren't you wearing it now?"

A look of disappointment took over Ryan's face as he looked up at the moon. "I lost it."

Her curiosity only grew with every word he spoke. "How?"

He thought back to that dreadful night, it seemed like it happened only yesterday...

"I'll stop running when you stop being a cunt-odactyl!" Ryan shouted, running as fast as his legs could carry him.

As he ran the woman behind him fired two shots in his direction, intentionally missing. "I said freeze, dirt-bag!"

"And I said fuck you, bitch!" He shouted to her before finally coming up on a clearing and being forced to stop. "Holy shit!" He shouted, stopping just short of a cliff. He leaned forward to see if there was a way down, but sadly that trip would be very muddy and likely lead to a few hundred foot swan-dive straight into the raging waters below.

Damn...That would have sucked.

The woman behind him came to a halt, holding her gun up only a few feet from his head. "Hands up, now!" She demanded, taking an internal sigh of relief when he actually complied. She walked up behind him, grabbing a set of hand cuffs strapped to her side. "I told you I'd catch you, Ryan. You can't run away from me forever."

"It wasn't you I was running from, it was the death-sentence. But, seeing how I'm a little fucked right now, how about you do me a solid and just pull the trigger." He said as his eyes scanned the area for anything he could use to escape.

"Sorry, buddy," She started, grabbing one of his hands and pulling it behind his back, "but I'd rather watch you suffer. I know the needle of death thing doesn't scare you, but just the fact that you've finally lost is enough to get me off. And I plan to ride it out for as long as I can."

Don't do it.

Ryan took one last glance at the edge of the cliff. "Sorry sweetheart, but I never lose." He quickly used his free arm to elbow the woman behind him, breaking her nose the second he made contact.

Don't do it!

The woman stumbled and took a step back, giving her almost-prisoner more than enough of a chance to execute his plan of escape. The only part that sucked about it was that if it didn't kill him, it was gonna hurt a lot.

Goddammit!

Once he knew he was free from her grip he took a few steps forward and jumped, letting gravity do the work for him. He looked down and stared at the fast approaching waves beneath him and closed his eyes.

Ryan's body hit the water with a loud smack.

"A group of fishermen saw me fall in the water, and that crazy bitch right after me." Ryan continued as Luna stared at him in awe, taking in every detail of the story. "I survived, somehow; She wasn't so lucky." He paused, reaching up at the empty space on his neck again. "It wasn't on my neck when they pulled me out. It must have fallen off when I hit the water. I made it out of sheet metal, so it's likely sitting somewhere at the bottom. I felt strangely empty after I lost it, so I got a tattoo to help take my mind off of it."

"That's quite a story. " She commented, unable to help feeling as though she had heard it before. "I can only assume that you have some sort of infatuation with the moon." A small blush worked its way across her face as she said this. "I don't see any other reason to wear something like that otherwise."

"Infatuation?" Ryan said, sounding almost as if he had been insulted. "Sweetheart, obsessed would be more appropriate, if not an understatement." He stared up at the moon, taking in what he could of it. "When I was younger, I always felt like I had some weird connection to it. I would go outside and stare at it for hours..."

Luna's blush deepened. It wasn't often she met somepony-er-someone who appreciated the night to such an extent. A strange emptiness made itself present in her chest. Like something in her heart was missing and crying out to be filled.

"But that was a while ago," He began, "I've changed a lot since then. I stopped acting like a 'complete' moron and started doing things that I knew would help me. I even stopped obsessing over the moon so much. I still think it's one of the, if not, the most beautiful thing to exist, but I'm not as weird about it as I once was."

This was becoming far too strange for Luna. The way he spoke, the way he acted, how he loved the moon! Something just didn't seem right. It was like a mistake had been made somewhere and she had no idea how to correct it, or even what that mistake was. As much as she wanted to keep sitting here and talking to him, she couldn't. Her mind was turning into a puddle of confusing emotions and she needed to get away to think.

"I think it's time we all went to bed." She suggested, trying to separate herself from Ryan in a way that didn't seem rushed or random. "It's getting late and we still have much to discuss."

Ryan shrugged his shoulders. "Alright, fine. You go on, I'll find my way down."

Luna nodded and flew off to a nearby balcony, leaving Ryan on the roof with nothing but his thoughts.

Is it just me, or does something feel...I don't know...Out of place?

Author's Note

Sorry for the wait, I've been pretty sick for a good while now and I'm not getting any better. Every day is like a small hell now and it fucking sucks.

Oh well. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. If you did, slap that LIKE button like a bitch ad feel free to leave a comment below. Comments make me feel special :P