Difference In Perspectives.

[Kingston Manner - After the Tour - Angela POV.]

"Fucking grumpy old crow..." I said. As soon as we got home, it was back to this maid shit! While I was mopping fucking hoofprints from the floor for the umptieth time. I know those horse fuckers were doing it on purpose. There are no mud tracks anywhere near here. And fuck these stupidly long hallways. At least grandma didn't add any more time to my prison term. Damn shame I didn't jump on that. A golden opportunity to cuss out the walking metal pissants wasted. Oh, well. The only good about today is that once I mop up here, I can rut my brain with some tv. Grandma finally let us watch something after all this time. Fuck what those pansy ponies' sensibilities. Maybe, I'll put on a horror film and blast the volume up. That will clear the house of pony stank. Or perhaps some episode of the Boys or Dexter. Something that will have these needle dick box faces shitting themselves.

*RING*

"Fan-Fucking-Tastic!" I went to the front door. Fuck it. I don't care if it's captain simp's dick or princess thunder's ass; I'm going off on them. I went up to the door and flung it open. I expected of the two cunts. What I got was Pinkie. Although, she looks like someone took a shit in her cornflakes. Her puffy hair was straight as an ice pick. Throw a little black on her, and she'd pull the goth look without issues. "Who shit in your cornflakes?"

"...Hey, Angie. Can I come inside?"

I arched a brow at this. Since when did the ADHD pony ask to do anything? I remember her jumping in the shower with me because the water was gone in her stable or wherever the fuck she lived. "Why should I let in a judas like you? You were quick to run off with that rainbow cunt who pulled that bullshit on us,"

"But--"

"I get it. You two are tight. That Rainbow one looks like she does plenty of carpet munching, and your just her queen-size favorite,"

"Rainbow doesn't eat carpets. The shag would ruin her stomach lining,"

Jesus. I can't even be a bitch with how sweet and innocent she is. "Look, I got shit to do. So, you can fuck back to your other pony friends,"

"...Right, I guess it did look like I chose my friends over you. I knew them longer, but they were acting like jerks with how they talked about my human friends at Twilight's house. They even wanted to involve the princesses in something that wasn't their fault. I should've known you didn't want to be bothered after what happened today. Sorry, I'll leave everyone alone..."

"You do that," Pinkie started to walk to the gate as I breathed a sigh of relief. If she fucks off permanently, this world might be slightly less annoying. I wonder what her friends wanted to snitch to the pony princess-- Wait, what? "Dammit, Pinkie!" I ran to the pink menace, nearly tripping because of these fucking heels before she opened it. "Hold up already,"

"...Yeah?"

Fuck sake, don't look at me with those eyes. "Listen, my day was shitty. And, you at least tried to make it less shit so that you can come inside,"

I blinked and saw some of the color coming back to her. The Last thing I wanted to deal with was a woody woodpecker in pony form. But I want to know what the other pony bitches said. "You mean it? You're ok with me, and we're still friends?"

I fucking hate everything. "Holy fucking-- Do I have to say it? You're pushing this shit far enough already. Just get in here,"

After that, Pinkie just poofed. Like, no shit, a pink cloud with captions saying the word popped out of nowhere, and Pinkie was all bubbly again. I knew I would regret playing nice because the crazy pink fat-chested cow glomped me. I saw nothing but pink chest fuzz while no sound could get through. How the fuck do guys like tits like these? I'm fucking suffocating right now! That is if the crazy bitch doesn't break my fuck back. Is this how snakes kill their prey? If so, they're the cruelest motherfuckers on Earth. Equis. Wherever the fuck we are right now. I was three seconds from decking her before I heard Lyra call out to us.

"Hey, Pinkie. Hey, Angie. Guess who I brought,"

"Bon Bon!" Pinkie dropped my ass like a body bag to hug Lyra's friend.

Looking up, I saw that Bonnie escaped Pinkie's chesticles of death for being taller than me, which is bullshit. Lyra, at least help me up while the other two smashed tits. "Why are you here?"

"Oh, I wanted to bring you all gifts," Bonnie said. I saw the box filled with some stones.

"...They're rocks..." I said flatly.

"These are not simple rocks. They are prosperous geodes. The gem in the middle shines every night to spread good luck and bring blessings to whoever has them," Bonnie said. "I figure you and your family could use them with how crazy things have been for you lately. And I hope it somewhat makes up for today. You can put them in each of your rooms. I recommend spreading them wherever you all hang out. They're also good for decoration,"

"Fine. Hand the rocks over and come in, I guess. Everyone else is in the living waiting for dinner,"

"So, what are you having for dinner?" Lyra asks.

"The hell if I know. Jules likes to surprise us,"

"Oh! Is it a cupcake, Souray? Apple fitter deluxe? Pie-Geddon?" Pinkie listed off.

"What's a pie-Geddon?" Bonnie asked.

"Pies of all shapes and favors lined up from one end of the table to another. Each pony - uh - a person must go through each one until they get to the end without barfing. Of course, I'm the only one that seems to be able to do it. I guess others don't have strong stomachs," Pinkie said. "Oh, do you want to try, Angie?"

"Sorry, I like not being bigger than a beach ball. I'm sure the twins would love it," I said.

"Great idea. We can do it for dessert!"

That is out to be good. We walked for a bit until we got to the living room. The gang was all here except for Jules and Pennyworth. The wonder brats saw her and gave Pinkie a big hug. Somehow, she didn't provide them with the death hug like me. Fucking hypocrite."Pinkie! You're back!"

For some reason, Pinkie started crying. "I missed you girls so much!!!"

"It's only been a few hours, Diane," Grandma said.

"And that's eighteen thousand seconds too long," Pinkie said. She fucking counted that!?

"Hey, don't we get a hug? We brought gifts," Lyra pouted. Nat and Cece broke off and glomped Bonnie and Clyde too.

"What are these gifts you mentioned?" Grandma asked.

"Is something cool?" Blondie asked like an idiot.

"It's right here..." I said flatly. Everyone looked at the gifts like it was a box of dildos.

"They're rocks..." Leo said.

"These are prosperous geodes. They're supposed to bring good luck," Bonnie huffed.

"Well, they look very decorative," Xavier said. More like they look like shit.

"And they are much appreciated. Will you three be staying for dinner?" Grandma asks.

"Oh, we wouldn't want to impose--"

"Yes! I mean, we love to stay," Lyra said, cutting Bonnie off. She whirled around and gave her friend the puppy stare. "Please, Bon Bon. I never had a chance to try human food,"

"...Yes, thank you for the offer; we'd love to stay," Ha. Bonnie wears the shit-eating grin well.

"Come on. We're about to watch tv!" Cece said.

"Tv?" Bonnie asks.

"It's incredible, Bon Bon. Think of it like reading a book, but the pictures move like real life!" Lyra said. Poindexter went over and started the flat screen. I looked back horses and rolled my eyes. Pinkie lay on the ground with the twins, swinging her legs like a fucking child. Clyde was pushing Bonnie to the couch with a big grin on her. Since most of us were here, I thought it was time for some questioning.

"By the way, what did your other friends say at your little get-together?" I asked.

That brought down the mood as I had hoped. Pink pony didn't go goth again, but she dropped that loopy grin. She told us everything from her friends get together. I know to give that rainbow cunt and teacher's pet my brand of shit-taking next time. We're good because Princess udders haven't come down to smite us. "That's disappointing to hear, Pinkie," Grandma said.

"Yeah," Leo said.

"It bullcrap is what it is. We bust our butts at the farm, and apple bottom still thinks we're crazy," The blonde dork said.

"Applebottom?" I said flatly. This fucking freak.

"W-what? It's true,"

"I wouldn't be so quick to assume anything about the elements. From what I've seen during our meeting, you're just like any other family. I know ponies are jittery and skittish, but that's only because of the rumors surrounding humans that came before," Bonnie said. "You'll just have to disprove those rumors,"

"Easier said than done. If everyone continues to avoid us like the plague, we won't have the chance to dispel anything," Poindexter said.

"I heard there was an emergency meeting after today's events at town hall. The major will allow the market to open up again. The marketers suffered a loss in profits from today's absence. They won't be doing that again. I suggest interacting more with the public. We show them that you're all more than just wild rumors or old superstitions from the past," Lyra said.

"And you got the number one party pony to help spread all the joys of being friends with humans! I'll turn everypony around with the Power of Pinkie positivity!!!" Pinkie said. Someone gag me right now.

"Alright, I think we could use a hiatus from the outside. So, I invite you all to the wonders of escapism—the joy of modern entertainment. The Power of--"

I cut the blonde dork off before I did something that he would regret. "Get on with it, dork!"

"Don't rush perfection, Ang. Behold-- Streaming television services!"

The flatscreen flared to life while going to the cooperate logos. Our new guest was making her best impression of someone eating out a taco. That's right, ponies, we got something you don't. Pennyworth still hasn't figured out how we're getting internet service. I brought up how we'll be shit out of luck when the subscription ends. But Grandma bought one of those new extended plans rich fucks can afford. The service she is over in about twenty years. I was about to suggest something fun to watch. I was in the mood for PowPower, maybe watching the casino again. But grandma didn't want to break the pussy ponies with something like the concept of nuance, so that left one of the top ten fucking shows I fucking hate - Spongebob.

"Come on. Everyone says the intro lyrics!" Cece said.

"Lyrics?" Bonnie asks. She jumped back when that deformed pirate came on screen. "What's wrong with that picture!?"

"Are you ready, kids?"

"Aye, aye, captain!" Everyone but Bonnie and me said. I wasn't going to say shit with this sponge.

"I can't hear you! I started to fidget and scratch my head. Everyone focused on the show to not see me glaring at the tv.

"AYE, AYE, CAPTAIN!!!" Why the fuck are you all getting so into this bullshit? I grit my teeth as I start having flashes. The song went on like normal. But the more I heard, the stronger my heartbeat. I couldn't hear anyone as a ringing and grunting played off in my ears. I shot to my feet as the damn song finished.

"SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!!!" That laugh. That fucking laugh at the end. Just like that bastard's laugh. I started walking out the door.

"Why is the muzzle like that? Is that how sponges look in the human world? How are they underwater? How can you use a bathtub submerged in more water?" Bonnie asked.

"Shush!" Lyra said before noticing me. "Hey, where you going, Angie?"

"To bed. I got a freaking headache that can kill a horse. Put whatever crap Jules is making in the bin for me. Or maybe the trash, I don't care," I left the room before they could say anything. I passed by some night fuckers, but I didn't have time for them. I slammed the door shut while rushing to the closet. Stripping off the maid clothes, I found my treasure chest by throwing some of my clothes out. Putting the chest on the bed, I opened it up to see one of the few comforts I had on Earth. My ornate silver flask is next to a bottle of bourbon chaser and a torn photo of the rent. I filled up the flask while glaring at the picture. "Cheers to a shitty end to a shitty day..." I put the flask to my lips and drank the devil's nectar. Growling at the burn and my picture, I grabbed the bottle and downed about a quarter of it. I usually would've done half, but I haven't found where these horses keep the hard liquor. Or, if I'll have money to buy it. That's a problem for fuck all. Time for bed. Maybe when I wake up, there won't be stupid shit to deal with again. I didn't bother wearing anything to bed; too buzzed to care.

[Yu Chen POV.]

I placed the lid on the tray and began wheeling the cart out of the kitchen. "A fine spread, Miss Juliet. I'm sure our guest will love it,"

"You think so? I figured feeding equines should be easy - plenty of greenery and grains - but things are different. What if I added too many spices or not enough dressing? Or--"

I placed a hand on the worrying girl's shoulder to soothe her. I gestured with my free hand an inhale and exhale motion, which she performed, and calmed down. "You are shaping up to be a phenomenal chef. You care for your craft and always consider your consumer regardless of their species. Now, let's go and 'wow' them,"

"Thank you, Walter," Miss Juliet said gratefully.

We left the kitchen and began our trek through the halls. However, along the way, we noticed one of the nocturnal patrollers acting strangely. She looked around while her ears shifted and twitched at random intervals. At that moment, a beeping notification went off on my watch. Something tripped the motion sensors in the manner. "Is something wrong with her?" Miss Juliet asks.

"Hmm, I'll go and have a word. You should deliver dinner now," I said as I handed off the cart. I watched Miss Juliet leave while I approached the guard. "Pardon me, madam, are you lost?" It was a common fact that the ponies still seemed to get lost within the manor from time to time.

"Hmm? Oh! Hey, there. Um, You-Chin?"

"It's Yu Chen. Mr. Chen or Walter, if you prefer," I corrected.

"Moonlit Shade. That's a lot of names to remember. How about I call you Wally," Miss Moonlit said.

I felt a subtle twitch of my brow at that nickname. It reminded me of that Disney film about a cleaner droid. "Actually. I prefer--"

"Anyway, I am glad you're here. Now, I don't want to freak you out. But I think somepony's broken inside this place,"

"Yes, I am aware,"

Miss shade looked shocked at that. "Do humans have to heighten hearing like ponies?"

"No, we have a security system. It notified me moments prior. Still, you were already looking for our new guest even before then,"

Moonlit beamed as she replied. "There are beautiful ears that aren't just for show. It's well-known that bat ponies' hearing is more accurate than average ponies. We could hear a pin drop from miles away!" Her ears twitch more as if to emphasize her point. "From the sound of it, our new residents are rummaging around in the vents. Too bad for an animal and too small for an adult. Maybe the twins wanted to play haunted house?"

I arched a brow at the implication. "The young master is with the madam. The tracker indicates that the intruder is moving into the north wing where the bedrooms are,"

"Security systems? Trackers? And all of this without magic. You think you humans can give us some pointers?"

We moved further into the north wing, as I responded. "That would depend on how vast your society is as technology evolved. What we have here barely scratches the surfaces. Although, I would also have to ask how your kind feel about technological advancement,"

I saw Miss Shade visibly wince at my inquiry. "We're not big fans. That's because ponies are hesitant about change. Why mess with something if there's nothing wrong,"

"We have a similar quote. If it's not broke, don't fix it,"

"Huh. Anyway, several groups and organizations up in Canerlot have insisted on relying solely on magic. You got a stick that uses natural lighting banned. Do you have a way to turn water into ice without a freezing spell? Banned. Do you have a mansion filled with things from a foals' storybook?"

I chuckled at that one. "Banned?"

Miss Shade cast a wide smile. "It took hundreds of years just to employ a steam train. Let's say it isn't a popular subject in the capital,"

"And the ones that benefit most from magic would be the unicorns. I take it?"

"Got it in one. The more magic you have, the better life is for you. You should've been here during Pre-Equestria,"

"And those with the least magical potential are regarded as the second class at best?"

I saw miss Shade's ears fall against her head. "Yeah, it's not all sunshine and rainbows, but they do a good job of hiding it,"

"What of these organizations?"

"Let's see; there's Equestria Education Association. Magical Application Intelligence Division. Conventional and Dependable technology group. And, the Noble Stable," I arched a brow at the last name. These horse-related puns are far too frequent for the equines to be this oblivious to them. "Then, there are various religious groups. The Radiant Suns. Children of the Night. And Halls of Horoscopy. Two out of all these organizations are the only ones that don't find the magic to be the end all be all,"

"It sounds like some engaging groups. We will be sure to look into them. But that comes later. Whomever our guests are, they're right inside-- Oh..." I paused when I realized what room this was. I waited while resting my hand on the nob. Miss Nyx does not enjoy early rousing out of her rest. But waiting was out of the question, given the circumstances. Perhaps if we're quiet we--

*THUD*

A crash sounded off inside, forcing Miss Shade to spring into action. She lifted her hoof and kicked the door inward. "Aha!!!" It is a rare occurrence that something happens that garners surprise me. However, seeing three adolescent ponies - colts, I recall - lying scattered about in Miss Nyx's room is a top contender. However, my shock morphed into horror when I spied a flask in one of Colt's muzzles. I ran up to the boy quickly and pulled the flask away. Judging by his dilated eyes, he'd already consumed the contents. I can't even imagine a worse situation than a child under the influence. And, to make matters more aggravating, the sudden noise woke Miss Nyx. Miss Shade pulled the colts behind her while she was waiting. She was reasonably acquainted with us by now. But Miss Nyx made it her mission to hassle the guard core. Her response to this situation did not disappoint.

"WHAT THE FUCK, JARVIS!?"

[Living Room - Nancy's POV.]

I sat on the couch, rubbing my temples. In front of me were three colts no older than the twins. And one of these little ponies is sloshed out of his clunker due to Angela's stash of Barben. I glanced at Angela, who had her flask in hand. If looks could kill, She'd be Supergirl right now. Glancing around everyone else, I saw Xavier pacing back and forth with a frown. The poor boy was as stressed as I was with this situation. The Crews siblings were mostly silent on the matter.

In contrast, the ponies were equal parts concerned and confused. I turned back to the colts who, save for the brown one, were paler than ghosts. I let out another sigh as I grabbed my cup of tea and took a slip. I placed the cup, clapped my hands, and spoke to our three new guests.

"Right then, let's start with introductions. I'm Nancy Kingston. Therese are my grandchildren, Cecilia, Natalya, and Xavier. The ones to my left are the Crews; Leonardo, Juliet, and Donatello. She's Angela Nyx, and he's Yu Walter Chen. I'm sure you know these ponies. So, who are you three?"

The two somber colts exchanged worried glances as they spoke. "M-my name is Pipsqueak, ma'am..." The Earth pony said.

"I-I'm Rumble,"

"I'm- uh -I'm Space Rex. Defender of the - hiccup - nebula. N-now, who stole your fur?"

"He's Button Mash," Rumble said with a deadpan stare.

I nodded in response as I folded my fingers together. "So, why are three young colts sneaking through vents and--"

"And breaking into my room, sneaking a peek, and drinking my stuff!?" Angela stated angrily.

I shot her a glare to get her to stop. "Yes, that. You know, this marks the second time ponies have broken the law against us,"

Rumble instantly stood up and flared his little wings. The discovery channel shows that he was trying to be intimidating. "Hey! We didn't break any laws!"

I arched a brow at the boy's tone while everyone else flinched. I stood up and walked over to the colt. Bending down to his level seems to make him lose steam. "You three came into my home uninvited, snuck around in the air ducts like a common rat, and broke into a room where someone was asleep in the nude. That's at least three crimes right there. One of those crimes has some severe implications. Let's not forget that your friend Button Mash performed some underage drinking. Not to mention that you all got caught by night here, guard. I am sure you're parents would love to know why you're here embarrassing them,"

Little Rumble was sweating profusely by now, but he held his ground. I narrowed my eyes on all three of them, although Button Mash glared at the floor. However, little Pipsqueak was hyperventilating. He'd be the one to crack. It lasted for a few seconds before he did. "It was a dare!"

"A dare?"

"S-some of our schoolmates were teasing us, calling us names like blank flanks and scary colts,"

"Ha! That's a bunch of horse manure!" Button Mash suddenly said, causing Lyra and Pinkie to gasp in shock. "My crew and I are the bravest in the - *hiccup* - galaxy. We fight monsters from the far corners of the world and beyond! Hey, I didn't know ponies had digits, hiccup!" Button slurred. "Our mission was to infiltrate the den of the marauders and liberate items of their possession to prove our mettle!"

I pinched the bridge of my nose at this. "So, you let yourselves get peer-pressured into entering our residence to steal from us," Xavier groaned.

"I guess that does looks bad..." Rumble grumbled.

"W-we were going to return it," Pipsqueak said.

"Give me a belt," Angela said.

"I got one. What for?" Diane asks.

"What else? A good tan on their hides will scare them straight," Rumble and Pipsqueak went stiff at this.

"Angie! That's barbaric!" Lyra exclaimed.

"We do not use violence as disciplinary measures!" Bon Bon said sternly.

"Oh, let me guess; you sit them down and explain the birds and bees? Meanwhile, they take cues from their seniors with more lessons on home invasions. At least my method would show them why that crap is a horrible idea," Angela said.

"Um, Nana?" Cecelia called out

"Not now, Cecelia," I said.

"Studies on Earth show that using violence as a deterrent on youths leads them to believe violence in and of itself is an effective means of getting what you want," Donatello said as we stared blankly at him. "Hey, I can read an article or two..."

"Nana--"

Cecelia was cut off again by Angela's retort. "And what about those runts that don't know how to act? The ones that kick and scream and break crap! So far, many of these ponies make Lamilton Taeshawn like a model citizen!"

"Well, we give misbehaving foals a good pinch on the ears. And you can never go wrong with some avocados," Pinkie suggests. "And a few extra chores never hurts,"

"Ponies can eat avocados?" I knew that was something to avoid in a horse's diet strictly.

"Well, we can eat it, but it tastes horrible. A good way to get naughty fillies and colts to behave is to feed nothing but that for a week," Bon Bon stated.

"Oh! My herd mother used to feed us when my cousin and I snuck treats. Bleagh!" Lyra said.

*HONK*

We shield our ears from the sound of an air horn going off. I saw Cece handing the horn back to Walter, with Cece and Nattie pointing to the colts. "Button's gone," Cecelia said.

"What? I thought the Earth ones couldn't teleport!" Donatello said.

"I can hear him outside. I'll organize the other guards to form a perimeter outside if he leaves the building!" Miss Shade said as she left the room.

"Walter!" I called out.

He was already on his phone before I tried his way. "The boy's heading toward the kitchen, madam,"

"Everyone, let's go!" Xavier stated.

I looked back at the colts before everyone filed out. "You two!" They both stiffen up at my sharp tone. "You are both to stay near Miss Heartstrings and Diane. Do not leave her side. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am!" They said. The colts glued themselves to the other ponies and followed behind them. I almost felt bad seeing the two boys look submissive with their ears splayed back and their tails tucked between their legs. But this kind of impulsiveness can't stand. I'm sure it should not be too difficult to find a wayward drunken colt.

[Kingston Manner - Floyers - Third person POV.]

Button Mash fell face-first through the kitchen. He picks his muzzle off the floor and wobbles to his feet. The world, from his view, was wavy and warped. His belly rumbled as he stumbled to the fridge. "A real cadet gots to keep his strength up, hiccup!" Button said as he began eating the assortment of greenery and deserts in the fridge. However, he stumbled back as he got to the freezer and found the variety of meat. At the same time, the humans and ponies enter the kitchen as the now enraged pony turns to them. "B-Butchers! You're supplying the Varaks! This - hiccup - shall not stand!"

"Ok, kid, let's quit making a mess that Angie will have to clean up and--"

*SPLAT*

A pie flew directly into Donatello's face as it hit his face. "Hey! That was dessert! I finally got the recipe right!" Juliet cried.

"Not the banana cream pie!!!" Pinkie exclaimed.

"Arming blasters!" Button calls out, grabbing a bottle of ketchup and mustard. Bon Bon and Leonardo move up next, only for the Earth pony colt to squirt them both in the eyes. Walter and Xavier decided to rush the colt. But Button quickly spilled milk all over the floor, causing them to slip.

Soon, Button Mash began throwing anything he could get his hooves on at the group. This act went on for several seconds until Bon Bon called out to Lyra. "For Faust's sake, Lyra, use your magic and grab him!"

"Oh, right," Lyra said, priming her horn.

However, Button Mash reacted before she could move to stop him. "Eat space dust - *Burp* - b-butchers!"

Button tosses a flour sack, prompting Lyra to change her spell into a concussive wave. "Eep!" She said the flour exploded, creating a smoke screen that allowed Button to escape.

"He's running out in the halls!" Xavier stated.

"After him!" Bon Bon said.

Button ran through the halls with surprising coherence as he ducked into the twins' room. Angela was the first to enter. "Alright, get out here, you little twerp!" Angela scanned the room until a shuffle caught her attention. She turns to the pile of stuffed animals in the corner. Slowly, she walked over to the pile as the others filed in with her. However, Button burst out, holding a nerf sword and gun.

Button swung the sword against Angela's shin, making her hiss in pain before firing the nerf gun. However, Button never used this toy as the darts flew everywhere. Cecelia rushed into the room to her painting and shielded it with her body as the darts flew at her. "Hey, stop it! You'll ruin it!" Cecelia cried out.

"I got this; Double C. Activate hero shield!" Pinkie said dramatically before grabbing Leonardo and using him to block the darts. Leo wore a bemused expression as Pinkie slowly approached Button Mash. "Give it up, cadet. You can't penetrate my hero shield!"

"Ha!" Donnie laughed, jumping behind Pinkie with Juliet following suit.

"Tough it out, big bro!" Juliet said, unable to hide her smile.

"Why?" Leonardo asks as more darts bounce off his face.

"You dirty scoundrel! I'll - *burp* - never submit!" Despite his brave, slurred words, the colt was growing worried. He looks to his companions with a pleading look.

Pipsqueak looked unsure while Rumble gave the nod. "Hey, we got to help!" Rumble stated.

"But we're already in trouble now!" Pipsqueak reminded.

"Yeah, so we can't get in anymore," Rumble stated. Pipsqueak blinks before shrugging. Rumble began buzzing around in the air while Pipsqueak went and hugged Pinkie's leg to halt her progress. The distraction allowed Button to slip past the group and run back into the halls. Nancy Kingston slowly turned towards the two colts with a look promising retribution.

Both colts immediately regretted their decision as Pipsqueak spoke in a small voice. "Y-You did say to stay close to Miss Pinkie..."

"Deep breaths; you can contemplate murder later," Nancy said with gritted teeth. "Walter?"

"Oh! He's going to May's stable," Walter stated. Nancy pinched the bridge of her nose at that.

"Close the shutters and lock him in until we get there. Angela, make something to sober the child up, and Juliet; prepare some avocado paste," The two colts gulped at that while the adult retched despite not being on the receiving end of the doon-to-be punishment.

Meanwhile, Button made it inside the stable. However, the area was dark. The colt believed it was the perfect place to hide from his pursuers until help arrived. That is until a snort comes from behind him. He quickly spun around with the nerf sword and pointed it at the darkness. He could still hear snorting from something as it drew closer. Button could make out the features more clearly in the light and dropped his weapons. Button looked deep into the brown eyes of May as he stepped closer. The mare looks down at her fellow equine in curiosity as she snorts and snickers.

"My - hiccup - princess..." Button breathlessly said as he inched closer.

[May's stable - Xavier POV.]

We finally made it to the stable, not that it was easy. Button Mash left a trail of scattered curtains, toppled pillars, and some broken vases in his wake. Some of these items were priceless collectibles, and Grandmother was less cheerful about their damaged state. That will be an oncoming storm for later. We must end this nonsense before genuine harm can come to the boy. Opening the shudders, I couldn't help but notice how ponies eyed them. We weren't forthcoming about all of the systems in that manner. Another aspect I am sure will lead to more suspicion cast on us. Regardless, Walter lowered the shudders, and we made our way inside. The sight was something I honestly could not predict.

Button Mash was in an entire make-out session with May. Although, for May, I suspect she was grooming her fellow equine. At the same time, Button Mash made several kissing gestures that fell short due to the size difference of their muzzles. The pony's expression told the whole story. Rumble and Pipsqueak were in equal parts shocked and disgusted. Whether it was because of their friend swapping saliva or the sight of their ancestor, I haven't a clue. Pinkie Pie and Lyra found the scene amusing. But Bon Bon's expression intrigued me the most. There was barely any surprise in her reaction, if at all. Sure, she has been generally more accepting of our presence, but no gasp or fright for looking at what was essentially their version of a caveman in modern times.

As Walter approached the colt, I put those thoughts on the back burner. He pulls him away from May as the colt begins to struggle. But this is one grip he won't escape, no matter what. My sisters and I can testify to this fact. "Alright, let's head back,"

"Release me, Varak lapdog-- Hmph!?"

I looked to see why Button Mash had gone silent and noted the pacifier in his mouth. I groan at the memories of that damnable thing. "You still have those in your pocket?" I asked as we began our trek back to the kitchen.

"An excellent way for quieting tantrums, Master Xavier," Walter responds.

"Do you happen to have two more?" Grandmother asks, staring down at Rumble and Pipsqueak as they break out in a cold sweat.

"Oh, come on. We don't have to be too hard on the colts," Lyra said.

"I'm considering changing my stance on spankings..." Bon Bon said, wiping the remnants of ketchup from her mane. I am lucky only water got on my person.

"Yeah, sure, things got a little messy. But, so far, tonight's been fun!" Pinkie exclaimed.

"Diane. Most of the items this colt broke are irreplaceable now. Forgive me if I don't find enjoyment in this," Grandmother reminded.

We made it back to the kitchen, which was going through some cleaning. There's no longer a puddle on the floor, at least. Juliet was in the process of cleaning the ketchup and mustard stains. I could already tell the flour would be an issue in and of itself. Looking toward Angela, I could see that devious grin she likes to sport. She was holding a half-cracked eggshell. The yoke was still inside, along with a pungent stench of several seasons. By the smell, I'd say it was gin, hot sauce, and pepper. "Set him up," Angela said. Walter, Leo, and I moved to hold Button Mash still as Angela came closer.

"Urgh! What is that?" Bon Bon asks as her nose twitches.

"A prairie oyster. Guaranteed kick in the balls to any hangover,"

"It smells awful!" Lyra added, pinching her nostrils.

"Well, it's better than crap. Now, I got to say, kid. There aren't many that can down a whole shot of my spirits, let alone a quarter flask. Maybe when you're legal, we can share a pint or two. But not before I get some payback. Hold his nose!"

We did as instructed as Button struggled, and Angela brought her prairie to Button's muzzle. Once Button gasped for air, she poured the concoction into his mouth and held his muzzle until he swallowed. The effect was immediate. Button coughed and spat on the ground. Thankfully, he didn't puke, and his drunkenness ultimately left him. Surprised, he looked around before running to the sink, drinking from the faucet, and lapping at the air like a dog—Button coughed some more while rubbing his throat.

"Urgh! What was that?" Button asked.

"That was your wake-up call, cadet," Angela stated.

It's always interesting watching the reactions of our equine neighbors. Usually pale as a ghost is merely an expression. But seeing the color drain from a person is impressive. "H-hew-man!"

"Humans. Plural. And you, young man, are in a lot of trouble!" Grandmother sternly stated.

Now, Button's eyes shrank as he finally grasped the reality of the situation. "Um, w-we're, uh, would you like to buy some ever-scout cookies?"

I had to resist the urge to facepalm as I spoke. "Ever scout?"

"Yeah, it's to help build funds for the local colt scout trip,"

"Alright, I'll take a box. It's probably in the vent you used to sneak in at this time of night, right?" Bon Bon said with a coy smile.

"Oh! What kind is it? Cinnamon-coated crunch? Ginger-apple bomb? Double fudge chocolate supreme?" Pinkie asks.

"I want that one!" Cece said as Nattie nodded rapidly. Meanwhile, Button Mash was shrinking by the minute.

"I think we should talk with your mother about advance payments," Grandmother said. That was the crack that broke the dam.

"We're sorry, madam!"
"Don't tell our moms!"
"We'll do anything!"

We all turned to Grandmother as the three colts gave their puppy dog eyes. A tactic that Grandmother has built immunity. "That's good to hear, and you can explain to your parents why you will be spending time cleaning the manner and paying off the debt for the items you broke tonight. Now, let's go for a walk then, shall we?"

[Late into the evening - Ponyville.]

I haven't had the opportunity to wander around this village at night until now. I must say that the nights on Rath can't compare to this. The sky looked vibrant and luminescent. There was no light pollution from big metropolitan cities. The star shone like sparkling glitter, almost like we stepped into a painting. I am feeling a tad envious, if I am being honest. I suppose I can thank these three boys for their surprise visit. Although, I doubt they share the same sentiments since we're personally escorting them to face their comeuppance. Grandmother, Walter, and I decided that we would speak with the parents and guardians of the colts since we're the offended party. Lyra and Bon Bon agreed to join us with the night guard while the others stayed inside. Bon Bon thought seeing friendly faces with the lunar ponies would soften the blow when the parents eventually noticed two humans. The colts explained they were having a sleepover. So, we headed to Button's residence. It was a modest little homestead—a common theme in this town.

Moonlit Shade knocks on the door three times before it opens. A cream-coated mare with a smooth, light brown mane opened the door. She had a red with a white skirt and a pink ribbon in her hair. I could hear the lemon going down Button Mash's throat as he hid behind Walter. As expected, she appeared immediately apprehensive when she saw us. However, that went away when she noted the guards and her son.

(This was the best picture I could find. Ignore the human one. )

"I-Is there a problem? Why is my son with you and..."

"Nancy Kingston. He is my grandson, Xavier, and my butler Yu Walter Chen. And, due to some bizarre circumstances, we're your new neighbors," Grandmother said.

"Um, yes, it's nice to meet you?" Button's mother said. "My name is Cream Heart. Can anypony explain why my son and his friends had a guard escort when they were supposed to be asleep?"

"Hey, Cream. The reason we're here is because of a little incident..." Lyra paused to collect her thoughts. 'You see--"

"Your son and his friends snuck into the human's house to try and make off with one of their possession as part of a dare," Moonlit said professionally.

"What!?" Miss Heart exclaimed. She ran back into her home and presumedly upstairs. After a few moments, we could hear her stomping down the steps like the terminator. The door reopened, and the atmosphere changed. Any apprehension she held toward three humans at her doorstep shifted to motherly anger and disappointment for her child. In her hoof was a cap similar to the one Button was currently wearing. "Dear?"

"Y-Yes, mom?" Button said timidly.

"Why is your spare cap resting on the three pillows under the sheets?"

Ah, and there's the look every child has when they've tried being clever but failed. Grandmother utilizes that same frown even today. The twins usually last around thirty seconds before ratting each other out. I wonder--

"It was Rumble's idea!" Button sang like a canary. That was only five point five seconds, Shameful.

"Hey! You and Pip didn't say anything this whole!" Rumble stated.

"I was only going along with you two," Pipsqueak defended.

"But, at the school, you supported the idea!" Button countered.

"Settle down/Enough!" Cream heart and Grandmother said, surprising each other. "I don't care whose idea it was. You three colts broke into someplace dangerous while lying about the sleepover. What would've happened if the stories were true?"

"I hope their safe return shows that my home isn't as dangerous as one might believe," Miss Heart looks embarrassed at her words. "But, breaking inside wasn't the only thing these colts did. Several priceless items are now gone because of your little one. I won't bother asking you for monetary compensation because the items' costs were abundant. Instead, I would like to discuss these boys' service hours to pay off the debt,"

"I am not sure I am comfortable leaving my son with strangers," Cream Heart stated. It was a valid point.

"It's not bad there at all, Cream. I've been there for days now - so has Pinkie - and with all these guards, nothing bad will happen," Lyra said.

"It would also teach these colts a valuable lesson in respecting others' property and not agreeing to ridiculous dares!" Bon Bon reminded.

Cream Heart appeared conflicted, but she sighed and faced my grandmother. "Alright, I will agree to let Button work off his debt--"

"But, mom!" Button whined,

"--As punishment for sneaking out. But, only after I come along. I will also let the other parents know so they can decide,"

"Aww! No fair!" Rumble whined. I did note that Pipsqueak seemed disturbed by the news and kept quiet. His parents must be of the stern variety.

"Thank you, Miss Heart. We look forward to seeing you," I said with a bow.

"Yes, and thank you for making sure these silly colts got home safely," Miss Cream Heart said, returning the bow.

"You're very welcome," Grandmother said.

[Lyra and Bon Bon's Residence - Bon Bon's POV.]

I plopped down on the couch after we got. Lyra, in turn, plops her head in my lap and sighs contently. Looking up at my face, she gives me that cheeky smile. "So, you had fun?" Lyra said.

"Fun is not a word I would use. I still have condiments in my mane,"

"Come on, Bonnie. The human house is amazing! Sure, things got messy toward the end, but I know you enjoyed the dinner and the show,"

I had to let out another sigh as some of that was true. "The food was better than I was expecting from half carnivores--"

"Omnivores. Humans can eat both plants and meat except for hay. They can't digest that one,"

"Yes, miss human fantastic. Thank you for the reminder. But, yes, the food was good. But that show was creepy,"

"What's creepy about talking sea animals?"

I gave this crazy mare a flat look. "Lyra. Sponges don't talk. Crabs are not greedy restaurant owners. And squids can't play instruments. And how can there be fire underwater? It doesn't make sense!"

Lyra boops my nose as I wrinkle my muzzle. "It's not supposed to make sense. It's supposed to entertain. Plus, Xavier said it was mostly a show for foals. Still, we don't have anything close to moving pictures. I bet if everybody else saw what amazing things the humans can do, they'll be more accepting!"

I frowned when she said this. "Humans do have that notoriety for a reason, Lyra. Sure, nothing has happened now, but you can't be too trusting," I stopped when I caught what she said near the end of her whimsical speech. "And don't you mean everypony?"

Lyra shot out of my lap and gave me one of her serious looks. "Pinkie and I decided that it's rude to use terms like everypony when we're not the only species in the world. But, even you said they were like any average family. So, my friends deserve the same respect as everyone else!"

"Look, I am not saying you're wrong or that your friends are bad. I am just saying to be careful. Ponies are quick to react and hard to convince otherwise. I don't want everypony--" Lura angrily pouts when I say that. "I don't want everyone shooting you dirty looks. And, remember, everyone has secrets!"

Instead of heading my advice, Lyra stood up proudly and made her declaration. "I don't care how long it takes ponies to get a clue. I was right about humans existing. Now, I show everyone that humans can be just as good as ponies!"

I couldn't help but shake my head. Once Lyra got set on something, there was no stopping her. "Alright, I'm hitting the shower so I can go to bed,"

"Oh! Good idea!" In a flash of light, Lyra teleported to the bathroom and got the shower running.

I groaned in annoyance but didn't raise a fuss. It allowed me to give my report. I went down to the cellar where I kept my candies and went backroom. I barred Lyra from coming in here under the guise of it having sensitive recipes. At the center of the room was a crystal ball that flared to life. Within it, the image of Princess Celestia stares back at me. I gave a bow as she spoke.

"I trust everything went well with your housewarming gifts?"

"Yes, princess. The humans accepted the stones with no suspicion. Whatever that anti-magic field is, it won't disrupt the spell,"

"Yes, I am getting a clear picture of the inside of that mansion. It looks as though there's a stone in each room. And several key points of the structure. Regardless, we will be able to spot any nefarious plots. Good job, Agent Sweetie Drops,"

"Your highness, I do have a question,"

"You may speak,"

"With the presence of both guard divisions at all hours of the day, is the spy network necessary?" Even if I had reservations about the humans, spying like this always left a bad taste in my muzzle.

"A fair point. But, to catch a cunning manticore, you must lay the proper bait. The presence of the guards was merely to keep my subjects away,"

I winced as I remembered what had happened a few minutes ago. "It may be too late for that, your highness,"

"Why is that?"

"Three colts snuck into the premises on a dare. They wanted to bring a human item to the classmates,"

Princess Celestia's eyes briefly widened as that. "Where are they now? Were they hurt?"

"No, your highness. The colts are fine. However, Nancy Kingston talked about punishment with one of the colts' parents. They did cause a mess and broke some valuable items. Do you want to stop it?"

The princess pinches the bridge of her muzzle while shaking her head. "The curiosity of youth never fails to cause a headache. It is fine if all parties agree to something fair. The guard will remain for whatever the duration will be for the colts. I do plan to remove them at some point. Tell me, agent; would you do anything untoward within the presence of swords and spears?"

"I would bide my time until an opening would surface,"

"Exactly. The stones provide a more subtle approach to keeping an eye on humans. We shall see if their kind has genuinely changed. When I am sure of that, there will be far fewer restrictions. Although, Lyra and Pinkie have corresponded with Twilight via letters in a bid to plead the humans' case. You've spent some time with them. What is your take?"

I thought about m answer for a minute and decided to tell the truth. "The humans are just like any other family in Equestria. But, I will do whatever I can if the rumors turn out to be true,"

The princess nods at my resolve before replying. "Good. While it's essential to offer redemption, we should be cautious,"

"Bonnie. The bathroom is all yours now," Lyra called out.

"It would appear our time is over for now. I will be in touch, Sweetie Drops," Princess Celestia said.

"By the grace of harmony, your highness," The crystal ball powers down as I leave the room.