Jack's Journal

7-17
Yes! Another morning has begun with energy and vitality. I love this place!

My clothes were a little bit stiff because I had washed them last night and hung them in my room to finish drying. I wrapped a towel around myself and headed for the shower with clothes in hand. In just a few minutes I was presentable and on my way to breakfast.

Spike had a big pot of oatmeal cooked up and several kinds of fruit to go with it. Throw in a cup of strong tea and I’m launched into the day. Twilight wasn’t around so I asked.

Spike replied, “She was up late last night. She gets all focused on a project and just doesn’t stop until she falls asleep at her desk. That’s Twilight. I used to try to get her to take it easy but then she came out of one her bouts just in time to use the info she’d found to defeat Nightmare Moon and save Luna. Now I don’t push so much.”

But I was still a little worried, “I’ve been there myself. It taught me that I could get burnout just like everybody else. After I learned to pace myself, I got more done and was happier. I hope she learns soon.”

Spike grimaced, “Please, do tell her. I doubt she’ll listen but maybe it’ll bring the day she finally gets it under control a little closer. Today, I hope you don’t have any plans for before lunch.”

Then it was my turn to grimace, “I do. We’re supposed to see Rarity for my new clothes. I’ve got the money so I guess I can go on my own. Ponyville has had two days of seeing me with Twilight so there shouldn’t be too many surprises.”

Spike laughed, “Don’t bother taking the money, she won’t accept it. She never does from any of Twilight’s friends.”

That seemed strange to me, “Surely she can’t treat everybody that way, she’d get hungry after a while.”

Spike was thoughtful for a moment, “She says that wealthy Noble Ponies in Canterlot pay a lot for her creativity. We are helping her sharpen that creativity by giving her challenges. Which means she’s going to love you.”

That explained a few things. I took some money anyway. Besides, I might stop by the market on the way back. Rarity was glad to see me, of course.

“Come on in, Jack,” Rarity welcomed me. “No Twilight?”

“No, she had a long night,” I explained. “Spike said not to expect her before lunch so I decided to be brave.”

That earned me a short laugh, “I don’t think you’re in too much danger crossing a few blocks of downtown Ponyville or maybe you’re worried about being unchaperoned with a predatory mare.”

My turn to laugh, “And there I go thinking a decorous Lady would have more to worry about closeted with an inter-dimensional monster like me.”

We’d made it to her workroom so she suggested, “Go ahead and get undressed while I fetch your new clothes.”

I did and she went to a shelf on the other side of the room and pulled out a stack of brightly colored cloth. Yep, no doubt about it, we’re in Pony Land. But they fit comfortably and did the job with a feeling of quality. She had five overalls, eight tee shirts and eight boxer shorts for me. And Spike was right, she wouldn’t take any money.

“Look,” I elaborated, “I’m going to need long sleeves and thicker cloth and a coat or two by winter and that doesn’t even count formal wear. I don’t think it’s fair to just take from anyone. If you don’t want money, think of something you do want. I’m good with anything mechanical.”

“Jack,” Rarity said quietly, “Trust me. I make enough off of the wealthy Noble Ponies of Canterlot to be comfortable. If I charged my friends what I charge them, I would have unhappy friends and if I charged my friends less and word made it back to the Noble Herd, there would be controversy and drama. So I choose to give gifts. Nopony could dispute that and everypony is happy.”

I thought about that for a moment and then said, “I respect that and thank you. Just don’t be surprised if I come up with a gift for you someday.”

Rarity grinned at me and chuckled, “Alright, there’s one thing I want from you. Take care of Twilight.”

I shrugged, “That sounds like something I’m probably going to do anyway.”

Rarity spoke softly, “Jack, Twilight is a very special Pony. She’s a Princess because she’s special, not the other way around. She has a Destiny. That's a big ‘D’ destiny not the usual kind. Taking care of Twilight is not a small thing. I know because I’m one of her friends and sometimes it takes all of us working together just to survive. An adult in the house could be a great help if you are up to it.”

I answered seriously, “Like I told Celestia, my default setting is to always do what is best for family and friends. I’m still getting my balance as a citizen of Equestria but I am finding some good friends among the Ponies here starting with Twilight.”

Rarity swished her tail and gave me a mischievous grin. “Just Twilight?”

So I had to grin back, “Well, Applejack has been pretty nice too.”

“Oh, Jack,” Rarity stomped, “Now you’re teasing me.”

“Of course,” I smiled, “what else could you expect when you give me opportunities like that?”

Rarity had a light, clear laugh. It’s perfect for an elegant lady and it made me happy to hear it.

“I am so going to enjoy watching you and Rainbow Dash. Rainbow loves her jokes and I’m betting you are going to be some serious competition,” she explained.

“I’ll be sure to remember that tonight,” I told Rarity. “Right now, I need a way to carry all of this. Maybe a bag or string to tie it up.”

“Don’t you have any saddlebags?” she inquired.

“Nope,” I replied. “Saddlebags won’t hang right on a human so we use either a single shoulder bag or a backpack for large loads but I didn’t bring either.”

“Hhmmm,” Rarity pondered. “I may have an idea.”

She disappeared into the storage area behind her workroom and emerged in a few minutes with what looked like half of a heavy duty pair of saddlebags.

“Somepony who should have known better carried something dangerous in a saddlebag and thoroughly ruined it. She got another pair and I ended up with a half a pair of commercial duty saddlebags. A little shape and hem, a strap or two, and you should be good to go,” Rarity explained.

We measured and experimented for a little bit and I left there with my new clothes in an excellent knapsack. Rarity still wouldn’t accept any money or let me buy lunch.

The market managed to be both fun and boring at the same time. All the Ponies were watching me but none of them were getting excited about it. I bought some cornmeal, some baby corn, baby carrots, baby cucumbers, okra, and a jar of honey. I’m going to make veggie corn dodgers and see what Twilight thinks.

Applejack had the carrots and someone she wanted me to meet, “Heya, Jack. This is a good friend of mine, Fluttershy. ‘Shy, Jack is the new arrival in Ponyville. The party tonight is for him.”

‘Shy’ was an ideal name, she was peeking out from behind a wing when she mumbled, “Hello, Jack,” quietly.

“Hello, Miss Fluttershy,” I replied gently and dropped to one knee so I wouldn’t tower over her. “I’m going to fix a surprise for Twilight’s lunch and you are welcome to join us.”

Fluttershy squeaked and whispered through a curl of her mane, “Thank you for the invitation but I have to get these groceries home to my little friends.”

After she had gone Applejack confided, “Would you believe that I have seen her standin’ on a Dragon’s nose starin’ into an eyeball bigger than all of her and bawlin’ him out because he had scared her friends. She made the Dragon cry and apologize while the rest of us were happy just to stay alive. Don’t ever underestimate our quiet little ‘Shy.”

I made it back to the library without further incident. After putting my new clothes away, I began lunch. Once the veggies were boiling, I started working up the dough and warming the skillet. By the time the skillet was ready I had the veggies drained and trimmed. From there it was a steady succession of roll the veggie in dough, roll it in the skillet, and lay it in a bowl. Damned it smelled good.

Spike must have thought so too because he came drifting in from the main library floor with his nose working. “What are you up to?” he asked.

“Surprise corn dodgers,” I replied. “Veggies fried in sweet cornmeal batter and surprise because there are different veggies in them and I’m not keeping track of which is which.”

I passed one to Spike to sample but before he could declare his opinion Zombie Twilight came shambling down the stairs, “Food? Food!”

So I set the bowl in the middle of the table and greeted Twilight with a cheery smile, “Good afternoon, Princess. Make yourself comfortable.”

I dealt out the plates and Spike spooned some dodgers onto them. Twilight opened one eye about halfway and studied her plate, “Food?”

I picked one up off my plate and bit it, “MMMMM, good.”

A single dodger wobbled up off Twilight’s plate and into her mouth. She bit down, paused for a second, and the corners of her mouth curved into a little smile. I took my plate over to the counter and started cooking again. I had to sneak a few directly to my plate or Spike’s because anything that got near the bowl was diverted to Twilight’s plate in midair.

Finally, we ran out of vegetables. I made three balls out of the remaining dough and cooked them. Putting the cooked balls on my plate, I moved to the table. Twilight had both eyes open now and focused them on my plate. “Those are different,” she questioned.

“Yes, they are,” I replied, “but you probably won’t like them as much.”

She immediately switched on the big eyed lost puppy look, “Oh please, can I just try one?”

It was hard but I held out long enough to slide one off to Spike before I gave her one and ate the last one myself.

Twilight looked expectantly at me, “More? Pleasseee?”

“Sorry,” I answered, “I’ll buy more next time. Besides, we need to leave some room for tonight’s party. By the way, I have my new clothes and an excellent knapsack in my room.”

Spike and I cleaned up while Twilight checked the mail. After we were done in the kitchen, we started on the library shelves. Spike and I make a good team with him working low and me high. By mid afternoon everything was dusted, straightened, and in order. Twilight had to explain her filing system to me several times and I still don’t understand half of it but she’s happy with the results and that is what really matters. I have a list of ‘interesting’ books and she has more questions. Spike felt a sudden need to go clean the bathroom.

Bringing the full force of her curiosity to bear, Twilight asked, “Talk to me, Jack. Tell me about life on Earth, what was it like day to day?”

It took a moment to find a way to describe it, “Humans have machines to help instead of magic but someone still has to decide what to plant, and when, and where, and when to harvest, and where to sell it, and so on and so on. The details change but the overall picture stays pretty much the same. We all want to be comfortable, well fed, and surrounded by friends and family.”

“But how do machines take the place of magic?” Twilight asked.

This is going to be fun. “Just imagine,” I began, “that you are a farmer and you need to till your field. A Pony would hitch themselves to a plow and go to work. I would get a machine called a tractor and go to work also. The difference is that the machine provides all of the power needed by using chemistry and physics in specific ways. I just sit on top and guide it. Tractors come in many sizes and shapes designed for many purposes. The kind I was using could easily prepare a hundred acres a day for planting. I would use a different machine called a combine to harvest the crop and again to the tune of a hundred acres a day.”

“A hundred acres sounds like a lot. What kind of crops would you grow?” Twilight asked.

“Just about any grain,” I replied. “Of course you have to rotate crops to prevent soil depletion but corn is my favorite.”

And that led to trucks and farm to market roads and co-op elevators and fertilizers and GMO crops as I made a strong run at overloading Twilight with information. I think we ended in a draw. It was getting to be time to head out to the party anyway. I dressed in the brightest of my new clothes and then decided to go barefoot. I know where the farrier is but I’m not sure he sells the kind of shoes I want and I’ve never even seen a Pony in socks. Conservation is the order of the day until I can acquire reserves of both.

The walk through Ponyville was pleasant enough though there seemed to be quite a few Ponies out and about this evening and a substantial number of them were headed in the same direction as us so I asked Twilight about it.

“Jack,” she replied, “If you have to make a choice whether to disappoint Princess Celestia or Pinkie, choose the Princess. It’s safer.”

I guess most of Ponyville felt that way too because there was a large crowd in and around Sugarcube Corner including a lot of Ponies that I hadn’t met yet. Maybe I should take Pinkie’s ‘just expect to be introduced to a lot of Ponies’ literally.

The seemingly random Pinkie is a highly efficient organizer when the object is a party. She had a spot prepared for me next to the table with the drinks and all I had to do was sit there, smile, and hoofbump as about half of Ponyville marched by. The fun part was that I got to meet some foals. Three were particularly notable. They wore matching capes and called themselves ‘Cutie Mark Crusaders’. They are also family/wards of Twilight’s friends and they seemed particularly happy that I didn’t have a cutie mark.

An hour and change later the ice was well and truly shattered so I could get up and mix. Shortly after that the individual that I had been anticipating finally showed up. I’ve seen a lot of manes with ruler sharp lines of contrasting colors cutting across them but it wasn’t until I met Ponies that I began to see lines running along manes. The very appropriately named Rainbow Dash took this idea to a new extreme. And I swear she flittered and hovered like a hummingbird indoors.

Rarity had been staying close, apparently anticipating this moment, so when the fluttering neon palette came through the door she moved up to next to my elbow.

“Jack, just in case you haven’t guessed, that is Rainbow Dash,” she murmured. Much louder, “Over here, Rainbow.”

Rainbow was quite obviously a high level athlete. Small and wiry with well defined muscles and an air of confident arrogance that only comes from winning damned near everything.

“Hey, Rares,” she greeted. “This is Twilight’s new boarder?”

So I nodded and replied, “Sure enough and you can call me Jack.”

Rainbow smiled and offered a hoofbump while hovering about level with my chin. It was a bit disconcerting but this was the first time I could speak to a Pony face to face without sitting down.

“I’m Rainbow Dash but you can call me Awesome,” she boasted.

Unable to refuse such an obvious gift, I returned, “Pleased to meet you, Awesome.”

Rainbow stuttered, Rarity snickered, and Pinky just appeared under my right arm saying, “I’m really going to like you,” and was gone just as quickly.

After my heart started beating again and Rarity stopped laughing, she said, “I’m sorry, Jack, but the look on your face is priceless. You’ll get used to Pinky after a while and even come to depend on her to be the right kind of random at the right moment.”

But Rainbow still had an issue, “They call me awesome because I’m the fastest flier in Equestria. What’s your talent?”

A little sheepishly, I replied, “I’m not sure. The doctor says I have magic but I can’t do anything with it. I don’t have wings or horn but I have been successful as a farmer so maybe I’m something like an Earth Pony. But we didn’t have talents like that on Earth so who knows what may turn up tomorrow.”

I mingled and said hello to a lot of Ponies but Rainbow wasn’t finished with me. She challenged me to an arm wrestling competition. Being a sly sort, I said that I would be glad to as soon as she grew an arm. Rarity thought that was hilarious but Rainbow, not so much.

All in all, it was a pretty decent ‘G’ rated party. There were some games and a couple of comedy sketches with lots of conversation in between. Twilight and I stayed long enough to help with some of the clean up.

Back in my room, I have to admit to some confusion. There’s a feeling I can’t explain when Twilight’s friends are all gathered. It’s like walking into a Clark Kent convention. They’re all good honest friends and I have no fear of any kind but there’s still a background feeling of carefully restrained power. I don’t know what puzzles me more, that I can feel something with such certainty or why it’s significant to me.

8/20
Life is suddenly very full. Ponyville is beginning to fully accept me so now I’m learning all of their names, quirks, and backgrounds. It’s going to take me a while to master life among the Ponies but they seem more amused than concerned by my many blunders. I’ve learned to ask what is in anything offered to eat or drink. There hasn’t been anything acutely poisonous so far but there is definitely a difference in our taste buds somewhere. We agree on fruits, grains, and most roots but they love grass and flowers the way I crave meat. I can’t help but recall some loud arguments about pineapple on pizza and would love to see some of those people here.

Rainbow Dash in particular gets a lot of entertainment out of ‘here, try this’. Sometimes we’re both surprised when I like it but not very often. Rainbow is fun to be around but her competitive nature has to be managed. We had some issues with sudden pinpoint thunderstorms until I made a slingshot. I put it and a few selected rocks in my knapsack along with lunch and set up a picnic in the park. It was obvious bait but no one has ever said that Rainbow had any impulse control.

Sure enough, a small dark cloud began drifting my way. (That’s another Equestrian mystery, how can a cloud be both small and dark?) I launched a couple of rocks over the top of it and it reversed course. No one got hurt and I achieved the status of equal in Rainbow’s eyes.

Rarity wants to know if I can launch snowballs the same way.

We have agreed on a suitable winter wardrobe for me and when I said that I wanted to be sure of having it before winter hit, she reminded me of the exact day when winter would start. Even with direct evidence right in front of my eyes, it’s hard to overcome years of being ruled by the weather.

But on the other side of my farmer coin, Big Mac and I are getting along famously. We compared notes and I know things with science that he knows with intuition. I go to their farm when I need a break from Twilight’s OCD. Working the land and all of the life on it has always been a comfort for me and some of my skills are useful to them. For example, I’m used to managing water without calling for Pegasus help so I can tweak their drainage very effectively.

And while we’re on the subject of Twilight, she is a wonderful friend to have. She teaches me with great patience and rescues me from my blunders without too much laughter. There’s a solid core of nerd in her with a lot of drive and ability behind it but it’s tempered by a very generous personality. I just can’t make up my mind if she’s driving me crazy or driving me sane some days. Regardless, I owe her a lot. Celestia may have ordered her to take care of me and paid for it but she goes above and beyond.

The medical archive is pretty much done other than Twilight’s observations on Human aging. It fascinates me that I know people who are effectively immortal. Entropy is one of the immutable rules of my birthplace. But then there’s Pinky. Pinkie is a walking sweetness overload in every sense of the word and she has her own set of rules that only she understands. What really confuses me is trying to understand how Twilight can seem so completely normal to me despite being a Princess and the Element of Magic but Earth Pony Pinkie feels off the scale bizarre.

A case in point: Twilight and I were shopping, or more accurately, Twilight was shopping while her preferred pack mule followed along. I don’t mind the ‘pack mule’ part of it because we get to talk and I get to ask questions. The library is great for learning history and geography but shopping is teaching me how to survive and thrive in Equestria. I get to sample new foods as they come into season and believe it or not, there are flowers that I can eat and enjoy. Take that Rainbow Dash.

Anyway, we were shopping happily along when the potatoes started talking to me. Twilight was several meters away in intense negotiation with the current owner of the potatoes after I had mentioned knowing a lot of tasty ways to cook them. The potatoes started by suggesting that I would really rather have cake and that there was an excellent source of cake nearby. I assumed that there was some kind of ventriloquism magic going on so I leaned in and whispered to the potatoes that I was going to deep fry them in oil. The potatoes shrieked and started begging for their collective lives. This drew Twilight’s attention.

“Pinkie!” Twilight exclaimed, “Cut it out.”

A giggling Pinkie emerged from the space between the barrel of potatoes and the wall behind it, a space less than a quarter the size of the emergent Pinkie and there was no concealed hole. I looked.

Pinkie explained, “I baked a cake like Jack told me about and I want him to taste it and tell me if I did it right.”

Then I just had to open my mouth, “Pinkie, if you had just walked in the door and said that we would be eating cake by now.”

I caught a brief glimpse of Twilight shaking her head as I was propelled out the door and down the street toward Sugarcube Corner.

The cake was excellent and we took most of it home with us to share with Spike after dinner. Twilight laughed as she detailed my Pinkie encounter for Spike. I just boiled and sliced potatoes. The German Potato Salad (with mushrooms instead of bacon) went over well and I had a supply of potatoes left over for chopping into hash browns in the morning.

Here in the quiet dark of the late night, thoughts sneak up on me. It’s been an ordinary day with housekeeping and work claiming time and attention but that’s done now. The consequences of consequences roll through my mind and invite a little more contemplation before bed. I am as certain that I find myself among friends as I am that these friends are gentle and honest with only the most minor of flaws. BUT. Some of them have god-like powers and a few are more than just ‘like’. I don’t know which impresses me more, Celestia’s ability to control even the sun or Pinkie’s ability to be absolutely beyond control. Could reality survive a contest between those two?

9/13
Something happened today that caught me completely by surprise and it’s way too big to ignore.

Rarity and Applejack showed up at the library shortly after school had let out, looking for their little sisters. There were a lot of comings and goings until Fluttershy reported that some birds had seen them walking into the Everfree. The consensus was that they were going to visit Zecora for some reason but the details didn’t matter, it was CMC in the Everfree. An expedition was organized and set out to rescue somepony (I was never clear if it was Zecora or the Crusaders. It might even have been the monsters of the Everfree.). Spike and I were ordered to hold down the library and to keep the foals there if they showed up.

Twilight came back alone just before dark. She reported that the Crusaders were back with their respective families being ‘educated’ on the dangers of the Everfree and everypony else was living happily ever after. Except maybe for Twilight. There had been some sort of run through the jungle, I’m not sure if Twilight attacked the plants or they attacked her but the result was a heavy load of burrs and debris in Twilight’s mane and tail. She retired to her bedroom to clean up and an escalating string of exclamations and outbursts began. Finally, “Spike!”

Spike looked more than just a little worried so I asked, “What’s the problem? Can’t she just magic the burrs out of her hair?”

Spike replied, “That’s the problem. She can clear her entire tail in under a minute. She can get most of her mane just as fast. But there is a spot on the back of her head in her own shadow that is difficult and you know what happens when Twilight gets frustrated.”

“She can’t just pull a comb through it?” I questioned.

“That pulls her hair. Cutting the hair to get them out ‘ruins her mane’ and burning them leaves her smelling like smoke for days,” Spike answered.

“Okay,” I nod, “You take care of dinner, I’ll handle Twilight. I’ve got years of experience with half ton crybabies so Twilight shouldn’t be any big deal.”

I grabbed a bowl from the kitchen and stopped in the bathroom for water, a comb, a brush, scissors, and a towel. Twilight’s door was open so I walked in to find her twisting her head between two mirrors balanced in her magic, trying to see the back of her head.

“Never fear, rescue is here!” I announced.

Twilight didn’t even look up from her mirrors, “Where’s Spike?”

“Spike is making dinner. Do you remember me talking about living on the farm with horses? Those horses didn’t have a bit of magic but they had lots of mane and tail. Who do you think took care of these problems for them?” I explained.

I picked out a pillow to sit on and lined my weapons up beside me to wait for Twilight’s acquiescence. It took a few minutes but she walked over and settled down beside me.

“There will be no pulling or cutting of hair. When you’ve had enough, I’ll get Spike to finish the job,” Twilight grumbled.

Flicking some water onto Twilight’s mane, I began combing and soon had a large burr isolated down to the hairs it had sunk its figurative teeth into. A quick snip later it was free.

Then the eruption began, “I told you not to cut my hair!!!!”

So I held the burr out in front of her and calmly explained, “Burrs have sharp edges that bite into the hair, that’s how they hold on so well. Where they bite, it damages the hair and makes it frizz out. That’s what I’m cutting off, the damaged hair, because you don’t want a major case of frizzes even without the burrs and ripping the burr loose only damages the hair more.”

“Oh.” was the one word answer.

As the burrs piled up Twilight began to relax. By the time I was down to brushing out the small twigs she was leaning against me and humming quietly to herself. It was good to see her relax for a change so I brushed a good bit more than was strictly necessary. I was running out of mane to brush but I really liked seeing Twilight relaxed and happy so I started massaging her neck. The humming got louder and she started making strange faces, proving beyond doubt that there was a true Equine inside the magic Princess.

But all things, especially the good, must come to an end. Spike walked in announcing, “Dinner is ready.” There was a thump and Twilight was gone.

Spike blinked and asked, “Where’s Twilight?”

“I think she’s in the bathroom,” I speculated based on the direction the loud thump came from. “I’ll tell her when she’s done.”

“Okay, I’ll keep it warm until you get there,” he promised and left.

Getting up and tapping lightly on the bathroom door, I asked, “Twilight, are you in there?”

A small voice replied, “I’m busy.”

“Okay,” I answered, “Spike is in the kitchen keeping dinner warm so I’m going to go set the table and wait for you there.”

The door opened a crack and a large violet eye peered up at me through the gap. “Spike is gone?” she asked.

“Yes,” I reassured, “he’s down in the kitchen.”

The door opened up and Twilight craned her neck to look around me. “We need to talk,” she whispered. “Let’s go back in the bedroom.”

I sat back down on my pillow and Twilight made herself comfortable facing me. Speaking softly, she began, “Jack, I want you to understand that I’m not upset or annoyed. I was enjoying that at least as much as you were and I’m not at all sure how far I might have gone with it. But not in front of Spike. You should have locked the door.”

Wow. This could get complicated in a hurry. So I started with, “Please assume that I am a complete alien to your world and tell me which ‘that’ was serious enough to merit keeping behind locked doors.”

Twilight looked startled then thoughtful for most of a minute before explaining, “Jack, when a mare gives a stallion free access to her back, it usually leads to penetrative sex. It surprised me that you would assume such intimacy so casually. But you were so calm and focused on removing the burrs that I just relaxed and enjoyed the sensation. By the time you started on my neck I was lost in the moment and dreaming of what might come next. So I’m guessing that it’s different with humans?”

Double Wow! My turn to explain, “There is a large element of trust in exposing your back for humans too but it’s more about safety than anything else. Humans most commonly have sex face to face. Massaging your neck is the kind of thing that close friends do to comfort or soothe each other.”

Twilight nodded happily at me, “Now I understand. And Jack, I think we both need to learn a lot more about each others’ customs before we do anything like this again. I’m not saying never because I like the way you make me feel and I’m very happy to find that you are trustworthy, but we need to be careful for lots of external reasons.

“Right now, we need to get downstairs and eat dinner before Spike decides we’re up to something.”

For me it was a quiet dinner because I had a lot to think about. Twilight was bubbling over happy as she regaled Spike with the story of the great rescue. Afterwards we talked and grinned about small things but I was only half a participant because I couldn’t get this one thought out of my mind. Eventually I ended up here, in the privacy of my own room, with quill in hand and at a complete loss for what to write next.

So let’s start with the basics. I like Twilight, I like her a lot. I like her warm personality and her razor sharp mind. I really like the feeling of her warm neck in my hands and most of all, I like the way she responded to my touch. Just the thought that I can make her happy makes me happy. But what are the limits (if any) on that? I admit that I was trying hard to think of other ways to make her happy but what would I have done if she had locked the door and stood for me? I went there to remove some burrs like I’ve done for many horses over the years, not planning a seduction. But a growing feeling in my pants was answering that question for me.

I had understood shortly after I arrived here that some day I would either become a stallion to somepony or I would have a lot of cold lonely nights. But this wasn’t desperation, there is something special about Twilight. I wasn’t even thinking about sex, I was thinking how good it felt as her tense muscles relaxed in my hands and how she seemed happier than I had ever seen her before. Then she tells me that she’s happy because I’m sexy?

Hell, maybe that’s why I’m here. I see multi-species hybrids all over the place in Equestria. Maybe I’m here to add Centaurs to the list.