Far into the future, in the year 3004, deep in the bowels of a messy and crummy apartment in the city of New New York, there were two figures fast asleep next to one another on a dilapidated couch. One a human, the other a robot. The human on the left, the robot on the right. This room was very dark. Its only source of light came from passing hovercars from outside the window.

The human appeared to be a Caucasian redhead man in his mid-20s. He wore a red windbreaker jacket; the zip was open, revealing a white t-shirt underneath it. Down below, he wore light blue jeans and black sneakers.

His hairstyle was quite peculiar. His hair was somewhat spiky, for he had what looked like two shark fins in terms of shape sticking out of his frontal region. The robot, on the other hand, seemed as if he was a modified trash can with springy arms and legs just glued onto him.

For quite some time, nothing eventful happened. The two simply slept quietly. But then, suddenly, the TV in front of them inexplicably turned on, flashing with pink light.

A most mysterious pink glow wrapped around the human’s body, and for a moment, nothing happened, but then the human vanished with a blinding flash of light. The robot slept through this whole thing. He seemed completely unaware of his friend's absence.

The human reappeared in a flash in the middle of a dark and spooky forest. He opened his eyes and found himself laying down on his back on a pile of leaves. It was rather damp. It seemed it had rained recently.

“Huh, what the?” came his voice while he looked around in confusion at his surroundings. Through the most unusual lavender darkness, he barely made out the trees surrounding him. “Okay, Fry. Don’t panic. I must be in Central Park,” he spoke his thoughts out loud.

It soon became apparent this was not Central Park. Even someone as stupid as Fry could clearly see there were no hovercars flying in the sky. Nor was there any sign of looming skyscrapers. He was pretty sure a skyscraper was taller than a tree. Not to mention, New New York was far quieter than normal. Heck, he could hear crickets at night here.

With a groan, he stumbled onto his feet. “Okay, Fry. This isn’t New New York anymore. Just keep calm, don’t panic.” Suddenly, he heard a stick snap behind him, and a low growling sound. “PANIC!” he screamed.

With that, Fry fled in terror, screaming with his hands waving wildly about. Fry ran for dear life as fast as his two legs could carry him. It seemed almost by divine intervention that he did not just run head first into a tree and fall over. Miraculously, he soon came across what appeared to be civilization up ahead.

A very primitive civilization from the stupid ages, but civilization nonetheless. In fact, this ‘civilization’ seemed to be from an even stupider stupid age from what he came from. As he got closer to civilization, the forest began to become far less dense, with significant gaps between the trees.

Once Fry got out of the forest, he jumped over a fence and ran to the nearest building at the edge of town. It appeared to be some sort of cottage with a ‘grass’ roof. He quickly ran toward the door; clenching his fingers into a fist, and then he repeatedly banged his right backhand (or dorsal side) against the door.

Incidentally, both of his hands only had four-digits. Technically, he had three fingers and one thumb. Each of his three fingers was basically the same size. It did not seem he lost a baby finger. It was as if he was born that way.

“Help! I’m being chased by an animal! Oh, God! Please help me!” he shouted, while banging on the door.

Soon, Fry heard what appeared to be the galloping of a horse's hooves hitting wood, along with the sound of what appeared to be flapping wings. Seconds later, the door in front of him flung open.

Fry rushed inside; ducking his head through the short door, and then slammed the door shut behind him with a loud bang. He then subsequently collapsed onto the floor, panting out of breath, and closed his eyes.

For quite some time, all Fry could hear was his rapid heartbeat and his raspy breath. He was sweating profusely from the whole ordeal. His face was flushed like a bright red tomato. Fry wasn't exactly in the best of shape for running. For he had a bit of a beer belly.

This silence continued for quite some time. Until he heard a very soft feminine voice speak. “Umm, mister ape creature, are you okay?”

Fry opened his eyes to see who was speaking. His eyes widened in shock at what he saw. There, standing before him, was what appeared to be a most unusual small horse creature.

A pair of comically large, sea-foam green eyes greeted him. Her snout was far less pronounced, and he dare say, far cuter looking than what he was used to seeing on a horse. Her mane was pink, of all colours. Furthermore, her furry coat was also yellow. He never heard of or saw a yellow horse, even in the future. She also seemed to have feathery wings on her back, like that of a bird. Fry did not panic. For she appeared to be friendly, at the very least. And to be quite honest, he found her voice to be beautiful.

“Uhh, I think so,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand.

“Oh, that’s good. So, ummm, what’s your name?” she asked, tilting her head to the side curiously.

“Uh, my name is Philip J. Fry. But everyone calls me Fry.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Fry. My name is Fluttershy,” she said, before giving him a warm smile.

“Cool name,” Fry said, as he made to stand up. He soon regretted his decision when the mare made a squeaking sound, followed by trotting away from him. “Hey there, cute little horse. I won’t hurt you,” he said softly; kneeling down to make himself look less threatening.

This action appeared to do the trick. The mare tentatively approached him, her hooves clopping quietly on the wooden floor.

“Sorry about that. You scared me,” came her fearful voice.

Fry sighed sadly, lowering his head in shame. “Sorry I scared you, cute little horse.”

“It’s pony, by the way. Calling someone a horse is an insult. You need to watch your potty mouth, mister,” she said sternly.

“Sorry, Fluttershy,” he said in a low voice.

“Oh, that’s okay. Do you need anything?”

“Uh, I guess, a place to stay.”

“You can use my couch for the night,” Fluttershy said, pointing her front right hoof at a nearby lime green couch. Near this couch, on the left, there was a lime green armchair.

Without a word, Fry walked over and lay himself down on the couch. Unfortunately, this had caused his sneakers to get wet grass and dirt on the couch. “Uh, sorry,” he said, giving her a sheepish smile.

“It’s okay. Just clean it up in the morning,” she said, while walking away from him toward a staircase. She proceeded forth to walk up the stairs. Once she reached the top, she turned to face him and gave him a friendly wave with her front right foreleg. “Goodnight, Fry,” she said in her lovely soft voice.

“Goodnight, Fluttershy,” he said, waving his right hand at her.

Fry closed his eyes, and almost immediately began snoring loudly; seemingly falling asleep just like that.

Fry groaned in annoyance. It appeared he was having one of those ‘advertisement dreams’ again. He found himself lying on a cloud high in a lavender sky. He only wore white underpants. A large dark blue pony stood before him. She was quite a bit taller than Fluttershy. Unlike Fluttershy, she appeared to be a unicorn with wings. “Greetings… errr, new creature. I am Princess Luna.”

“Are you here to try to sell me something? I don’t want to buy useless crap,” Fry asked, standing up onto his two bare feet. Like his hands, he appeared to be missing a baby toe on each foot.

Luna's mouth formed an ‘O’ shape before she narrowed her eyes to slits. “How dare thou accuse us of being a despicable conmare.”

“Okay, then. Maybe I was wrong. Sorry.”

Luna snorted. “Apology partially accepted. Now then, tell us who you are, young stallion.”

“The name’s Fry.”

“Fry, a nice enough name, I suppose. What species do you belong to? You appear to be some sort of chimpanzee.”

Fry crossed his arms and glared at her angrily. “Hey! I’m not a chimp! I am a human!”

“We apologise if we caused offence.”

“No biggie,” he said, waving his right hand at her.

“Fry, you appear to be located somewhere in Ponyville. Where are you staying?”

“Uh, Fluttershy’s. She seems nice. She let me stay on her couch.”

“Oh, that’s nice of her. Just be careful. Fluttershy sometimes has bears visit her home.”

Fry’s eyes widened in alarm. “Bears?!” he shouted in panic.

Fry vanished with a puff of purple smoke.

Luna shook her head. “I should not have told him about the bears.”

Fry woke up with a start and made to sit up on the couch. He scanned the dark room in all directions. He sighed in relief when there appeared not to be any bear insight. Though it was dark, so he could not see clearly through the darkness. The darkness here was quite peculiar; it was not pitch dark. It almost seemed like a twilight, yet not quite one at the same time.

Fry panicked, jumping to his feet when he heard a quiet, pattering sound on the wooden floor below. However, Fry soon relaxed and sighed in relief when it became apparent it was just a harmless little white bunny rabbit, who now stood below at his feet.

“Awww! Look at you, aren't you cute!” Fry said, kneeling down to pet the rabbit; his right hand reaching out to the rabbit.

In response, the rabbit, in a blur of motion, swerved to the left; dodging his pet, narrowly avoiding Fry’s hand, before he unceremoniously jumped up high into the air and kicked his right knee with his two back hind legs.

“Ow!” Fry howled in pain; immediately clutching his knee with both hands. “Why you little!”

Fry wanted to respond with violence by kicking the little bastard. But he changed his mind at the last moment and stopped himself. The rabbit flipped him off by lifting his front, right leg, and by using his middle toe between his three digits before hopping away. Fry glared angrily at the rabbit as it moved away from him.

“Little bastard. You're lucky you are Fluttershy’s pet,” Fry muttered, shaking his right fist at the rabbit, before making to lay himself back down on the couch.

With the annoying rabbit gone, Fry closed his eyes. However, he found it significantly more difficult to fall asleep again. This wasn't New New York. In fact, he wasn't sure this was even Earth anymore.

Fry spoke in a low voice, speaking his mind aloud. “I wonder if they are looking for me? Leela, Bender, Amy, the Professor, Hermies, Randy… and… errr, Zoidberg, I guess.”

Nothing eventful happened for quite some time. Fry simply lay there before he eventually fell asleep. His sleep was dreamless. Save for seeing Fluttershy’s yellow pony butt flash through his mind for a brief moment, before he opened his eyes. Fry thought nothing of it.

Fry sat up and took in his surroundings. He could see far clearer now in the morning. He concluded this was definitely not Earth. There didn't seem to be any advanced technological devices anywhere. Case in point, across the room from him, on the left, against the wall, the most advanced ‘device’ he saw was what appeared to be a very primitive cooker. It was a non-electronic stone oven; which came with several steel pots on top of it.

He definitely was not in the 31st century anymore, or even in the 20th century. Even cookers back in the 90s were at least electrical or run by gas. It appeared, burning firewood ran this cooker. He could see some kindling logs placed inside the cooker. There wasn't a hint of electricity or robotics attached to this cooker.

However, when Fry looked up to see the ceiling, he saw a small jagged yellow crystal hanging in the middle of it.

“Hmm,” said Fry, rubbing his chin thoughtfully with his right thumb. “Must be some sort of lightbulb.”

Experimentally, Fry clapped his hands together. The crystal spontaneously lit up like a lightbulb, projecting light into the room. “Hah! Awesome! It’s a clapper!”

Fry clapped his hands again. Shutting off the light, followed by clapping his hands yet again to turn it back on. He did the same again and again and again, laughing like an idiot while he did so. Eventually, however, he got bored and stopped clapping his hands. His last clap, shutting off the crystal light.

“Man… I’m bored. I’m gonna watch some TV.” Fry’s eyes widened in alarm. For it was at that moment Fry realized there was not a TV insight. Fry dropped to his knees and raised his hands high into the air and screamed. “Noooooooo!”

Fry closed his eyes; curling into the foetal position on the floor, and spoke in a low voice with tears falling down his cheeks. “No more All My Circuits, Everybody Loves Hypnotoad, and the rest.”

There soon came a clopping sound. The pony in question approached him before coming to a stop near him. Fry opened his eyes to see it was Fluttershy; looking down at him with her large, soft green-blue eyes. His small, slightly bloodshot, baby blue eyes looked back at these huge eyes of hers.

“What’s the matter, Fry?” came her voice, ripe with concern.

“There’s no TV,” he said in a low voice.

Fluttershy tilted her head to the side curiously. “What’s a TV?”

“Exactly. You don’t even know what a TV is. My life is meaningless without TV. I had TV, even before I came to the future a million years later, from 1999 to 3000.”

Fluttershy gave him a funny look, raising her eyebrows in surprise. “Uh, Fry. That’s one thousand years. Not a million years.”

“Oh. Well, anyway, what’s the point of living anymore?! How am I supposed to survive without TV? I saved the world before by watching TV! Man, Single Female Lawyer was a good show. Jenny McNeal was so hot.”

“So, TV is some sort of show? I don’t get it.”

Fry stood up and sat down on the couch. “A TV is a wondrous, mysterious thing,” he rubbed his chin. “Hmmm. How do I describe this smarty-like? Wait, I know! It plays pictures at a high speed, allowing the viewer to see people do stuff with sound and everything. There could even be cool action and violence.”

Fluttershy gasped, a hoof coming to her mouth. “Violence?! That doesn’t sound so nice.”

“It isn’t real. It’s just acting, like a play.”

Fluttershy sighed in relief. “Oh… well, I guess that’s not so bad. But how would they show blood and stuff?”

“They use fake blood and do other stuff to make it look like it happened.”

“Oh. Must be difficult to make it look real.”

“TV has come a long way. In the olden days, all shows on TV were only black and white.”

“Oh. Anyway, I need to check up on my animals. So, do you mind visiting the Golden Oak Library? I’m sure Twilight would like to talk to you. Or would you like me to tag along with you?”

“Eh, I think I can make my way there on my own. What does the place look like?”

“Well, it’s a big tree near the centre of town. You can’t miss it. Just go north-east of Town Hall.”

“Alright. I'll make my way over there,” Fry said; standing up and then walking toward the door.

Before exiting, he turned to face Fluttershy and gave her a wave with his right hand. Fluttershy replied to him by waving back at him with her front right foreleg. Fry placed his right hand upon the door, intending to leave the cottage before he seemingly decided against it, and turned back around to face Fluttershy.

A look of dread crossed Fry’s face.

Fluttershy tilted her head to the side curiously, her cute floppy ears twitching intensively. “What is it, Fry?”

“Please tell me you have a bathroom. I need to take a wiss.”

“Oh, yes. I do. It’s very clean, don’t worry. Just head upstairs and take a left. You can’t miss it.”

Fry simply nodded and walked up the stairs. True to Fluttershy’s word, the bathroom was just to his left; the round wooden door was left ajar. Fry went inside the bathroom and sighed in relief. It was similar to a bathroom back in the 20th century. In fact, it appeared cleaner. The only downside to this bathroom was everything was rather short. Fry didn’t care to look over the bathroom; he simply wanted to take care of his business.

Rather lazily, Fry walked out of the bathroom without washing his hands. He then went down the stairs, where he met Fluttershy; giving him a rather stern look. “Go wash your hooves… errr hands, mister,” she said, pointing her front, right hoof back up at the stairs.

Fry quickly rushed back up the stairs and washed his hands. Fry found it rather peculiar that the technology here seemed rather inconsistent. Fluttershy means of cooking seem to be straight from the mediaeval ages. Yet, at the same time, she had a fully functioning bathroom like that of the 20th century. It had a sink, a toilet, a white marble tile floor (the same case with the walls of the bathroom and the ceiling), and even a shower. Granted, the lightbulb on the ceiling seemed to be replaced by some sort of small jagged crystal hanging from the ceiling.

It took quite awhile for Fry to figure out how the sink worked. Positioned on each side of the stainless steel tap, there was a small sphere shaped crystal. The crystal on the left was bright blue, the crystal on the right was bright red. Fry brought his hand down to touch the red crystal; upon his hand touching the crystal, the tap turned on, and it unleashed a steady flow of hot water.

Fry grabbed a nearby light pink love heart shaped bar of soap and from there proceeded to wash his hands. He washed his hands rather clumsily. It appeared he had not much knowledge of washing his hands.

Once done washing his hands, he lifted his hands away from the tap. The tap, seemingly by magic, turned itself off. He then grabbed a small, white towel hanging off a towel rack attached to the wall on the left and dried his hands with it.

Fry soon came back down the stairs again, where he met a much more friendly Fluttershy, giving him a warm smile. “See? That wasn't so bad, was it?” she said softly.

“Yeah. I’ll try to wash my hands more often.”

With that, Fry walked out the door and closed it quietly behind him, only to be greeted by another pony.

This pink pony possessed neither wings nor a horn. The mare’s body wobbled like jello as she stared up at him with her huge blue eyes. Fry felt nervous, for a psychotic smile was on her face. Not only that, but her head was about a mere inch away from touching his crotch.

“Uh… hello,” said Fry, giving her a strained smile of his own; nervously rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand.

The mare's mouth formed an ‘O’ shape, taking a few steps backward. “Oh, sorry. I got too close. I'm not familiar with your anatomy. I didn’t know your foal-maker was there.”

“No biggie,” he said, waving his right hand nonchalantly. “The name’s Fry. I’m a human.”

“Hi! I’m Pinkie Pie! I’m an Earth pony,” she said, raising her front left hoof up to him. Fry lowered his right hand down and grasped her hoof tightly, and gave it a firm shake. Surprisingly, her hoof had a soft marshmallowy feel to it. Pinkie Pie looked quite perplexed at this hand and hoof shake. The mare's cheeks lit up with a blush.

Pinkie looked away from him, clearly embarrassed. “Uhhhh, Fry. That’s not how you greet somepony. You are lucky it’s just me. Some other pony may get pretty mad if you tried that.”

Fry quickly pulled his hand away, leaving it to his side, and then spoke in a low voice. “Sorry.”

Pinkie turned to face him, and gave him a warm smile, before speaking softly. “It’s okay, Fry. Just try bumping your hand against my hoof,” she said, raising her front right hoof up to him. Fry answered the call; by closing his fingers and giving her hoof a high five… or ‘high four’ since he only had three fingers and a thumb. “That’s it, Fry. That’s a good hoof bump. You learn fast.”

“Hah, thanks.”

“Please be careful. That hoof of yours… or whatever seems rather delicate. I think somepony would break it if they hoof bumped it too hard.”

Fry crossed his arms. “Hey! Are you saying I’m weak? My hands are strong…ish,” he said in a bitter tone.

Pinkie scoffed at him, shaking her front right hoof nonchalantly. “Oh, don’t be such a party pooper. I don’t want you acting like this at your ‘Welcome to Ponyville’ party?”

“Ponyville, huh?” Fry said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “What planet am I on?”

“You are currently located in the Horsehead Nebula on the planet Equus within the Alogo Galaxy.”

“Great!” Fry shouted, jumping high into the air in happiness, which caused Pinkie to giggle with a hoof over her mouth. “That’s in the Milky Way! Near Earth!” Fry shouted again before soon lowering his volume. Since, ponies in the distance began to gather and stare at him, which made him a little nervous.

Fry scratched the back of his neck and gave Pinkie Pie a sheepish smile before speaking in a far quieter tone. “Wait? Alogo Galaxy?

“Huh? What are you talking about? I'm not an expert in astronomy. I know this planet is called Equus, but I don’t know–.”

Fry shook his head. “Never mind. Anyway, do you have a spaceship I could use?”

Pinkie Pie smiled at him sheepishly, shaking her head. “Sorry, no. We don’t have those.”

Fry sighed, looking down at the ground. “So, I am stuck here?”

Fry blinked when he felt something warm and soft grasp his right hand. He looked over to see Pinkie had cupped her hoof around his hand, effectively holding his hand as if her hoof was a hand in itself. Pony hooves seemed remarkably flexible and felt soft like a sponge.

Fry felt somewhat nervous. A very sultry look was in Pinkie Pie’s eyes as she looked at him. What's worse, Fry didn’t exactly object to this. She was quite pretty for a non-human. Edna was far worse. She was an ugly lobster alien.

“Huh? What are you—.” said Fry, before being cut off.

“Come on, Fry. Let’s go to Twilight. She can set up your accommodation here.”

Pinkie let go of Fry’s hand and proceeded to walk toward a large oak tree in the distance in the middle of a sea of thatched houses.

Fry got a perfect glance at her bubbly rear. Fry looked down as he felt his cock in his pants twitch a little at the sight of her plump ass. He quietly scolded himself, speaking in a low tone. “Dammit! Fry what are you doing?!” before rushing off to catch up to her.

“Is Twilight the mayor or something?” he asked, walking alongside her on her left.

“No. But she might as well be. Mayor Mare isn't a student of Princess Celestia after all. So in theory, Twilight outranks her in government.”

The ponies of the town looked at Fry rather suspiciously. It appeared Pinkie Pie was an outlier. Not all the ponies were so friendly. They simply watched in silence as Fry and Pinkie made their way through the town. On a side note, it was a nice sunny day.

“What the hay is that thing?!” yelled some female pony among the crowd in a panicky voice.

“It could be dangerous!” spoke up another frightened mare’s voice.

Everypony gasped in horror. Subsequently, some ‌ponies trotted away in fear. In a winged pony’s case, they simply flew away. As they continued on their way, Fry saw a peculiar sight of ponies sitting on piles of hay rather than seats around wooden tables outside some sort of restaurant.

‘Ponies must really like hay, I guess,’ came his thoughts before shouting out his thoughts aloud. “Fry! You idiot! Of course! They’re horses!”

This earned Fry loud jeers and boos from the ponies. Some ponies lifted one of their front hooves and threatened to throw fruit, pies, and various other food items at Fry. Pinkie Pie quickly sprang into action and gave the offending ponies an angry glare, while quite literally growling like a dog. This immediately stopped them; and caused them to drop their food on the ground. They then subsequently trotted away with their tail between their legs.

“Don't be ridiculous! Y'all need to relax. The rude creature is with Pinkie. It can’t be too dangerous,” spoke up another voice, with a deep southern accent.

“Thanks Applejack!” Pinkie said in a loud voice, waving at an earthy orange pony standing behind a wooden shopping stall stuffed with many apples. In addition, it had various apple treats such as apple pie, apple fritter… and other apple accessories.

Thus far, Fry found this Applejack pony was the only one he saw wearing a hat, a cowboy hat of that. She was like a cowgirl. Or perhaps a cowmare? Whatever, he had more important things to worry about. He turned his attention back to Pinkie.

“Uh, Pinkie, I’m glad you’re with me. I got the feeling I am not liked very much here.”

“Oh, don’t be silly—.” As she spoke, her eyes suddenly shrank to the size of marbles. “Uh, yeah, actually you’re right. Let’s go to Twilight’s before one of us causes a scene… again.”

With that, Fry and Pinkie Pie sally forth at a much greater pace toward a large oak tree; power walking their way toward the tree. Without knocking, Pinkie Pie opened the door with her front right hoof by pushing it open, and ushered Fry inside by beckoning her right hoof at him.

Once Fry was inside, she quietly shut the door behind her.

“Phew! We got out of that scene,” said Pinkie in a relieved tone with sweat dripping down her forehead as she plopped down onto her rump with a loud bang. The wooden floor subsequently cracked from the hard impact of her ass against it. “Oooohh, I’m getting heavy down there.”

Fry shuddered. He recalled a painful memory of huge Amazonian women bouncing up and down on his lap with their massive asses until they shattered his pelvis. The only reason he's alive was medical science was ridiculously good in the future.

Present day, Fry found himself staring at Pinkie Pie’s ass. The mare giggled, smiling back at him, with her head turned 180 degrees as if she was an owl. Or that movie, the Exorcist, in some ways.

The mare pulled her right hoof back, and delivered a hard slap to her rear, which caused her bubbly cheeks to smack together with a loud slapping sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Fry could not suppress getting a boner at the sight of this.

“Handsome puny human, the forces of the universe bend to me, Pinkie Pie! You cannot resist! I am indoctrinating you with my big fat pony butt! Pony butt indoctrination!” she boomed in a deep, demonic voice while shaking her bubbly rump from side to side, creating loud meaty slapping sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.

For a brief moment, Fry swore she had got much larger. He now saw a massive draught horse, but on steroids, with ridiculously large asscheeks the size of a beach ball each. This brought him back to the terrifying memory of the Amazons. Images of giant women with enormous asses bouncing on his lap flowed through his mind, soon being replaced with a huge, giggling Pinkie Pie bouncing on his lap.

What's worse, Pinkie Pie was actively inflating like a balloon, growing even larger by the second. Her asscheeks jiggled about like a stormy ocean as new layers of fat pumped into her ass, creating loud meaty slapping sounds as her ass cheeks clapped together while her buttcheeks jiggled about.

He blinked and opened his eyes again to see Pinkie Pie was no different from before in size. And the floor remained undamaged. The mare looked up at him with concern in her big blue eyes. She wasn't shaking her ass from side to side, either.

“Are you okay, Fry?” she said softly.

“...” Fry simply said, as he stared in utter bewilderment with a massive erection. Some drool dripped down his mouth as he looked upon Pinkie Pie’s sweet ass.

The mare then wiped the sweat off her forehead with a tissue she had seemingly pulled out of thin air.

Fry raised his right eyebrow at Pinkie, giving her a questioning look. “How did you do that?” he asked.

“Do what?” Pinkie said, tilting her head to the side curiously.

“Pull a tissue out of thin air.”

Pinkie Pie giggled with a hoof over her mouth; standing up onto her four hooves. “Silly billy. If I told you that, then it would ruin what makes me Pinkie Pie.”

“But I–.”

Pinkie lifted her front right hoof and waved at him. “Too-da-loo, Fry. I got work to do at Sugarcube Corner. I’ll see you later.”

With that, Pinkie darted off at such speed she was little more than a pinkish blur. He slowly lost his erection from Pinkie Pie’s absence. Pinkie Pie was terrifyingly sexy. This fast blur movement of hers reminded Fry when he had 100 cups of coffee. Fry was thankful he took some ‘anti heart attack pills’ after that whole ordeal. He was not sure such medical items exist here on this planet, as Leela would say, ‘stuck in the stupid ages’.

Fry took a deep breath and sighed. “I miss you, Leela,” he said in a low voice, as a single tear fell down his cheek.

Fry now stood alone in the library near the front door, seemingly lost in thought. Pinkie Pie had work to do. He wasn't particularly happy about the situation. Fry did not visit libraries very often. About two years ago, he visited a library when Earth was attacked by flying and talking brains. He was there at the library to stop the evil Big Brain from destroying Earth. He trapped the Big Brain in a book he wrote; a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors.

Furthermore, he remembered the Big Brain’s last words before he flew away. ‘The Big Brain am winning again. I am the greetest! Mwahahaha! Now I am leaving Earth for no raisin!’

Fry defeated the evil Brains with his overwhelming stupidity. Of course, no one believed him. He saved Earth and humanity, and he didn't get any thanks for it. He went back to work at Planet Express as a delivery boy the following day, as if nothing happened.

Present day, Fry decided to look around the library. As he walked around the room, he could see numerous bookshelves lining the walls of this place. Fry was thankful, the books appeared to be transcribed in English; judging by the titles. Not that he would read them, for Fry could barely read and write. In fact, his handwriting was atrocious.

Fry came to a stop in the middle of the room. There in front of him there was a circular wooden table, which had a small oak tree stump as a support structure. On top of this table there was an oak tree stump with a golden horse's head on it. This golden horse's head had a mohawk mane.

Fry then decided to look up at the ceiling. Where he saw a large, swirling yellow sun engraved into it. The sun was not moving, but projected light into the room like that of a lightbulb. It appeared to be made of some sort of glowing crystal material.

“That’s pretty cool, I guess.”

Fry walked over to a staircase on the far right side of the room. He could see three pink love hearts on each riser on the vertical surface of the stairs. “Man, this place is really girly.”

Fry lifted his right leg and took one step up the stairs. Fry shook his head and then stepped back down. “No, Fry. You idiot! You can’t just go walking up the stairs. It's probably restricted.”

Fry cupped his two hands on either side of his mouth, creating a makeshift loudspeaker, and shouted. “Hello?! Is anyone up there?!”

A moment later, there came the telltale sound of clopping hooves hitting wood. A purple unicorn soon came into view as she trotted down the stairs. The mare came to a stop halfway down the stairs, and her mouth formed an ‘O’ shaped at the sight of him.

Fry quickly blurted out. “Don’t worry, I’m a friendly alien. Pinkie Pie brought me here,” he said, while giving her a friendly wave with his right hand.

The mare sighed in relief. “Oh, sorry. I was just shocked, that's all,” the mare trotted down the stairs and came to stand before him. “My name’s Twilight Sparkle. What’s your name?”

“My name is Philip J. Fry. But everyone and myself just calls me Fry.”

“Philip is an odd name. But then again, you’re not a pony.” The mare then lifted her front right hoof to her mouth and giggled. “Oh! This is so exciting! An alien! Is your special talent cooking? Do you have a cutie mark? What species are you? What planet are you from? Can you tell me the magical structure of your physiology? How advanced is your civilization? What is the gravitational force of your planet? Does your species know the square root of 9? What is the geological period of your planet? What is the political structure of your government? How old is your planet? What is the genetic lineage of your species?..........”

Twilight kept asking more and more questions. Fry’s mind went blank. He did not know how to answer her. She fired questions at him like a machine gun. He found himself quite overwhelmed by the series of questions she asked.

“Uhhh, slow down a little. I can’t keep up,” Fry said in a low voice, rubbing his forehead with his right hand.

A hoof came over her mouth, and her mare’s cheeks lit up with a pink blush. “Oh… sorry. I got carried away.”

Fry sighed in relief. “Just… just slow… down a little. My brain can’t handle it.”
Just then, Fry’s stomach growled. “Man, I’m hungry. Do you have any food?”

“I could cook something up for you. Follow me to the kitchen.”

Fry followed the unicorn through a narrow archway next to the stairs. He had to duck his head through it. They did not design this oak tree building with a human in mind.

Immediately upon entering the room, Fry was greeted with a round, dark brown wooden table. This table had four piles of hay used as seats around it. Fry raised both of his eyebrows at this. It seemed really confusing to him. From what he saw already, back in Fluttershy's home, she had both a couch and an armchair. But then again, Fry observed there was some sort of restaurant, in which ponies used piles of hay as seats when he made his way over here.

Twilight trotted over to what seemed to be a stainless steel stove. Fry felt as if he was almost back in 1999. Twilight’s kitchen was far more advanced than that of Fluttershy. Wait… he was not sure Fluttershy had a kitchen. Since her cooker was in her living room. The technology seemed rather inconsistent.

The kitchen was in a ‘L’ shape. It had a series of drawers which he assumed contained various food items. There was a sink. A washing machine, and even a toaster. But there was the notable absence of a refrigerator.

Fry walked over to stand beside Twilight on her left. “Nice kitchen, but where is your refrigerator?”

Twilight turned to face him and gave him a curious look; while tilting her head to the side. “What is a refrigerator?”

Fry rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand as he spoke. “Well, uhhh… how should I describe this… it’s a big blocky thingy to keep food fresh.”

Twilight snorted, rolling her eyes. “Seems like a rather redundant device. We just keep food fresh with magic.”

Fry gasped in shock. “So you don’t have ice cream? Man, this place sucks.”

“Oh! Yes, we do have ice cream. We have freezers for that. Unfortunately, I do not have one.”

Fry slapped his forehead with his right hand. “This world is so strange.”

Twilight bent down, opening a cupboard with her front right hoof. This cupboard had a hook like handle, like the rest of them in this room. She rummaged through it. From her new position, her ass was raised high into the air before him. She swished her tail from side to side.

Fry stared at her ass; his face lighting up like a red tomato, like a true Caucasian gammon, and he sweated a little. Twilight was disturbingly sexy for a horse. She reminded him of Leela. He guessed he had a thing for purple. What she lacked in tits she made up for in ass.

He could see everything. He saw her pink, small donut-like asshole under her tail, below that he could see the plump nether lips of her pink vagina. And even lower than that, he saw what appeared to be two round, small, teacup sized purple teats with plump, light pink nipples hanging down between her hind legs.

“Crotchtits?” Fry quietly mumbled to himself.

His eyes widened in alarm when he saw Twilight’s ears flicker intensively. Fry shuddered at the sight when Twilight stared back at him with an adorable smile on her face, while making a squeaky sound like a dog's chew toy.

‘Goddammit! She’s cute too,’ came his thoughts.

To make matters worse, he had an erection again. Her mouth formed an ‘O’ shape, clearly indicating she had spotted his erection. “Fry, do you find me attractive?” she asked in a soft voice, with not a hint of anger.

Fry raised his two hands into the air, backing away a little. “Whoa! Hold your horses, Twilight. I just got here.”

She brought a hoof to her mouth and gasped. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to imply I wanted you to sleep with me.”

Fry sighed in relief; wiping the sweat off his forehead with his right hand.

The mare’s horn lit up with a deep pink glow, magically levitating several items out of the cupboard. She pulled out a small white bowl of six eggs, some fresh raw bacon; Fry licked his lips upon the sight of the bacon, and a large grey jug which contained what looked like pancake mix inside it.

“How is this for breakfast?” she asked sweetly.

“Great, Twilight. Looking forward to it,” he said while walking away from her, back to the dining table, taking a seat on a pile of hay on the right side of the table. The archway back into the library lay behind him.

Twilight frowned at this, but he didn’t seem to notice. She then took a deep breath and went to work.

Twilight lit up her horn with a deep pink glow, this was followed by a black frying pan wrapped in the same glow coming out of some cupboard from behind her. Subsequently, she placed it on the bottom left ring of the stove. As she did this, she lifted the six eggs into the air. Rather than crack them their shells vanished out of existence (or perhaps teleported), the orange yolk and outer white chalaza of the egg spontaneously fell onto the pan.

Fry’s mouth formed an ‘O’ shape as he looked on in fascination with her magic, and he simply said, “Ooooh!” in awe.

Twilight giggled, turning briefly to smile at Fry, before returning to the task at hand. She used her horn’s magic to wrap the jug of the pancake mix with her magic; lifting it up and from there she poured the contents of it into the frying pan. This was followed shortly by her casually tossing the bacon into the pan on top of the pancake mix.

Fry became somewhat concerned. He stood up and approached her. As he walked toward her, she turned to him and gave him a curious look. “Something wrong Fry?”

“Twilight, please don't be angry. But you made several mistakes making those pancakes. For starters, you threw the pancake mix on a cold pan without even any butter.”

The mare whimpered, and she lowered her head in shame, closing her eyes. “I’m so sorry. I can’t cook very well. Spike is much better than me.”

Fry waved his right hand dismissively. “Ah, no biggie. Just let me help you.”

The mare lifted her head and smiled at him. “Thanks Philip.”

Fry felt butterflies flow through his stomach upon hearing her uttering his name. He stared at her beautiful face. In response, Twilight snorted; rolling her eyes at him. Her horn then lit up with a deep pink glow. A wooden spoon materialized in front of his face. The spoon floated in mid-air with a deep pink glow wrapped around it.

Fry stared in wonder as the spoon floated in mid-air in front of his face; his mouth wide open with an ‘O’ shape. Twilight smiled at him, seemingly happy he liked her magic.

“I’ll show you more of my magic later. Get to work, Fry. You got plenty of time to look at me later,” there was a moment’s pause. “I can look at you too, right?” she said in a low voice, her cute, floppy ears folding back anxiously.

Fry took the spoon into his right hand, and began to stir the pancakes, before speaking in a joking manner. “Hehheh. Sure, as long as you don’t prob my anus.”

The mare’s eyes widened, her jaw dropping. It took her a moment to speak, when she did speak she was quite simply stunned. “What? Why would I do that?”

“Many aliens for some reason wish to prob human anuses.”

Twilight giggled, shaking her head. “A human huh, that’s the name of your species, right?”

“Yeah. I’m a human. Please don’t prob my anus.”

Twilight brought a hoof to her mouth and uttered a muffled giggle. “Hehe! I assure you, Fry. I have no desire to anal probe you. Sure, I might examine your body with a machine or something at some point. But I don't plan to do anything freaky such as probing your anus.”

“Thanks, Twilight. Can you fetch me some butter, please.”

“Certainly,” she said, beaming happily at him, her horn lighting up with a deep pink glow. With a flash, she deposited a morsel of butter into the pan. Fry gave her a strained smile before he turned away, and went to work mixing the pancakes. Twilight did not seem to pick up on Fry's forced smile. She merely wagged her tail excitedly; smiling as she watched Fry mix the pancakes.

Fry thought to himself. ‘Better not be too critical to Twilight. She seems very nice for what may be my new landlord. Much nicer than Joey Floppy Disk back in Robot Arms. Man, that robot is an ass.’

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‘Speaking of asses, Twilight’s ass is really nice,” came his finished thoughts. He soon quietly scolded himself for thinking about Twilight that way, his face crunching up into a frown. “What the hell is wrong with me?!”

Author's Note

Just something I was working on. If liked, I might work on it further.