Ryan fell to the ground with a loud thud, his body covered in deep cuts that were oozing with fresh blood. His limbs almost seemed to tremble as he looked up at a dark figure looming over him, a knife firmly held in its hand. He pulled himself up into a sitting position, never taking his eyes of his attacker.

A scowl spread across his features as he watched the assailant stare him down. "Is that all you got, you son of a bitch?" He growled, "Come on! You think you got the balls to finish the job? Fucking do it then!"

The figure raised the blade above its head before bringing it down upon Ryan. In that moment everything went black and he shot up out of his spot, screaming like a mad man.

He looked around the room he was in, taking in everything within his vicinity. He was fine; there was no one there, no person, no knife. As he looked around he found himself sitting up in a bed. He was completely free of any wounds or blood, the only liquid on his body was the sweat that was working its way down his form.

Ryan took a breath and fell back onto the bed. "Fucking hell..." He said to no one in particular.

That one got nasty.

After taking a minute to recollect himself, Ryan got out of the bed and stood up straight and tall, stretching his limbs as far as they could go. He let out a satisfied groan as several of his joints let out a relieving pop.

With that out of the way and his thoughts recomposed, he began to wonder where he was. Clearly he was in a bedroom, but that was about all he could figure out. It had the same crystal-like appearance as the rest of the castle. The only thing that gave it away as a room was the bed, a few dressers, and several picture frames on the aforementioned dressers.

Out of curiosity, Ryan walked over to look at the photos. The Purple mare who had welcomed him into her home was in nearly all of them. Most of them were of her and several other mares of all colors, some were of her with, what he assumed was, her parents, and finally one with her and a guy with white fur and a blue mane.

He picked up the photo and looked it over. She looked young in this picture, like she was barely pushing into her teen years. Where are her wings? Who the hell is the guy standing by her, her brother?

Who cares? This is boring. Let's find something to do before we end up getting pulled into another weird universe. At least the girls here are still cute. We might not get so lucky next time.

"Please, God...Don't let there be a next time." He openly prayed, not wanting to have to go through another wormhole in space just to meet another sick minded creature that wanted his alien dick.

Twilight sat alone at a long table in her dining room, a fork in one hand and a book in the other. She read slowly, making sure not to miss a single letter as she fed herself small cut up pieces of pancakes.

"This doesn't make any sense." She said to herself, her eyes never leaving the page. "I performed the spell perfectly, used all of the right incantations, nothing was out of place. "

She lowered the book and dropped her fork onto the plate, leaning back in the chair as she ran her hands through her mane. "Maybe he is supposed to be my perfect mate." She concluded, sounding almost disappointed. "Maybe he just needs some time to warm up to me...and me to him."

Twilight started thinking about this psychologically. The portal says that he is her perfect mate, so he has to be. Maybe he isn't what he seems? Maybe he's just scared from being in this new world and his attitude and mannerisms are just a means of self defense to having to deal with this level of stress. Yes, that could definitely be it. But, that would mean that, despite how he may behave, she would have to be kind, courteous, and polite. She would need to make him feel welcomed no matter what.

Her attention was pulled away from her thoughts as footsteps began echoing from the hallway. "Jesus H. Christ, I could lost six times in here just from blinking."

Twilight took a breath before whispering to herself. "Come on Twilight, you can do this. This is your mate, he has to be. Just play it cool, be nice, and maybe try charming him a bit." She cleared her throat a bit and brushed off any crumbs on her school-girl looking clothes. "In here!"

Ryan soon found his way into the dining room where Twilight was sitting by her lonesome with a near empty plate in front of her. His eyes traveled to a seat next to her where another plate was sitting. On it was a small stack of steaming pancakes and a few slices of toast.

"Come in, take a seat." She said with an inviting tone and an all too bright smile plastered across his face. "I made breakfast."

The human couldn't help but feel a bit weirded out by her approach, but the southerner in him refused to allow him to turn down a free meal. So he walked over to the table and took a seat, scanning the food before him. It looked like food, not much else could be said.

Not gonna lie, I was expecting to come out here and see hay or grass on this thing. Even a small salt block would have been enough to get my goat.

"Is something wrong?" Twilight asked, pulling Ryan from his thoughts and putting his attention on her.

"No, nothings wrong. Still just trying to process everything here." He said simply, seeming to make Twilight's features falter a bit.

While she looked slightly upset on the outside, part of her on the inside was silently celebrating. He had just opened up to her! Barely, but still, it's progress. This only further pushed her to believe that all he needs is to adjust to his new surroundings and he'll be just fine. Just keep being nice, she mentally reminded herself.

Her smile soon came back and she nervously moved her hand over top of his and placed it just above his knuckles. "I know this must be hard for you, but if you need somepony to talk to my door is always open. Which you must know, seeing how you came in last night and fell asleep on my bed."

I-is...is she trying flirt with us?

Ryan's eyes glanced from her, to her hand, then back to her. "Yeah, I was...a little out of it. Found a room with a bed and kinda just figured, you know; why not?"

Twilight found it comforting to know that he only went in there to sleep. She felt awkward about the whole thing and wasn't sure how to bring it up. Luckily she managed to slip it into her little speech, so now she wouldn't have to start an uncomfortable conversation about it.

Ryan's gaze kept shooting back to her hand, "I'm sorry, are you coming on to me?"

She blushed and her smile quickly fell as she pulled her hand back. "N-No, of course not! I was just trying to be supportive."

He raised a brow at her. "You sure? Cause you look like a virgin trying to ask one of the popular girls to prom."

Twilight could not feel any more embarrassed than she did right now. She wasn't lying when she said that she was trying to be supportive, but at the same time, this was something that had been used to flirt with ponies in many books that she had read. She figured it would have been as good a starting point as any.

"You're not doing a very good job at this." He began, standing up from his seat an walking over to her side, letting his eyes go over her. "For starters, you're too tense. You need to loosen up a bit and let everything happen more naturally."

Her thoughts came to a stop as Ryan started speaking. Was he really trying to give her a lesson on flirting? Cause that's what it was starting to sound like. Maybe she should listen, she might learn some valuable information.

"Secondly, you need to loose the school-girl outfit. Every time I look at you it makes me feel like a fucking pedophile. Seriously, have you never heard of jeans? Put it on your shopping list. That and a God damn T-shirt, preferably a V-neck." He reached over and grabbed one of Twilight's breasts, making her blush return as she squeaked. "You have tits, show'em off a bit!"

Ryan let go of her and went back to his seat before chowing down on the meal she had prepared for him. It wasn't half bad, in fact it was probably better than anything he had eaten back in his world. Something about it seemed sweeter and more flavorful. Then again, it could always be the whole 'The grass is always green on the other side' illusion.

Twilight was at a complete loss for words. After awkwardly rising from her seat she left the dining room and went back to her room where she took a seat on her bed to think.

Thousands of questions began rushing through her head. The first and most obvious being; Did he really just comment on my boobs while holding one of them? The rest mostly went around her specifically. Did other ponies really not like how she dressed? It wasn't like anypony ever complimented her casual attire, but they had never diminished her for wearing them either.

After a moment of silence she called over her faithful assistant. "Spike, can you come here?"

The soft pattern of his little feet running down the hall echoed through the room and soon Spike was standing just a few inches from her. "What's going on, Twilight?"

A blank sheet of paper appeared in front of the young alicorn, along with a quill wet with ink. She grabbed the quill and began scribbling something down onto the paper. Once she was done she handed it off to Spike. "Can you take this to Rarity? Tell her I need these made as soon as possible."

"Of course I can." He said with a smile before looking over what she had written. "What's this all about?"

Twilight wore a nervous grin as she rubbed the back of her neck. "It's just something that a friend recommended for me."

He hummed to himself as he pictured how this would all play out. "It just doesn't really look like your kind of style. To be honest, this seems a little out of character for you."

"No it doesn't!" She almost yelled, sounding somewhat offended.

Spike shrugged, "Yeah, it kind of does."

Twilight turned her head to the side and scoffed. "I just want to try something different, that's it, there's nothing wrong with that. Normal ponies try new things every day, which means I can too."

Spike rolled his eyes and made for the door to deliver Twilight's letter. "Whatever..."

Once Spike was gone, Twilight leaned back on her bed and began running through a mental checklist of things she has to do today. Step one; copy mental checklist onto paper as to remember everything on today's checklist.

Ryan finished up his breakfast and decided to start pacing around the halls. The sooner he memorizes the outline of this place, the better. Last thing he needed was for something crazy to happen and for him to not know the way out.

A sudden shiver went up the human's spine, causing him to stop in his place and stand as still as a statue.

Something tells me that it's going to be one hell of a day.

"Fuck my life..."

Author's Note

Sorry about the shorter chapter, I was expecting this to be longer when I finished but it just didn't play out that well. I really don't want to add anything either because then it would look like I'm trying too hard. I'll try to avoid putting myself in this kind of spot in future chapters.

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