Fry And The Ponies

Many hours later, upon Fry’s departure, his mechanical friend Bender slid open his eyes. He yawned, bringing his right, three fingered appendage over his mouth. Mysteriously, the metal around his mouth was rather rusty.

“Hey, Fry! Grab me a beer from the fridge will ya!” came his groggy voice, only to be met with silence. “Hey! I said, grab me a beer from the fridge will ya!” he shouted.

Again, there was no answer. Bender groaned in annoyance, turning his head to the left, only to find Fry was absent. “Hmm, strange. I swear he slept there last night.”

Bender placed his hand upon his chest, and opened what appeared to be a door attached to it. He fumbled his hand inside his chest in search of something.

“Rrrraaaahhh! C'mon! I must have a beer in here somewhere! Don’t tell me I have to get up?!” he grumbled in annoyance. Unfortunately, Benders search was in vain. He had no beer inside his chest. “Dammit! Must have forgotten to put some backup beer in my chest compartment last night!”

Bender sighed sadly, slamming his chest door closed. “I guess… I have to get up. I hate walking for beer!”

With a groan, Bender stumbled onto his flat, cup-like feet. His whole body was shaking. He found it rather difficult to move. It seemed as if he was drunk. Bender grumbled angrily as he slowly staggered his way into the kitchen on the left side of the room. His vision was blurry. He could not really make out his environment. As he made his way into the kitchen, he stepped on glass beer bottles on the floor, subsequently crushing them beneath his heavy weight. However, the metal nature of his body meant the glass was harmless to him.

He just about made it to the fridge, when his head started to ring painfully with a loud ringing sound. He could see the words ‘Leela’ in dark purple flashing over his eyes repeatedly.

“Grrrr, dammit! What does this bitch want?” he growled angrily.

He groaned in annoyance, opening the fridge. He reached into the fridge with his right hand, and took out a brown bottle of Lobrau Beer; wrapping his three fingers around it. The robot pulled the bottle over to his mouth, and then twisted the cap off the bottle with his left 'hand', using his three fingers to twist it off. Bender carelessly let the bottle cap fall to the floor while he brought the beer to his mouth. He quickly chugged down the beer in mere seconds, before carelessly tossing it over his shoulder. There was a loud bang; the bottle smashing against the wall behind him.

Upon finishing his beer, the rust upon his face vanished from sight. Bender then slapped his forehead, answering the call.

“What the hell do you want?!” he shouted.

“Is Fry there? He’s not answering any of my calls,” came her voice in a worried tone.

“Oh, give my buddy a break, Leela. I plan to set him up with the Crushinator!”

“Just tell me if you have seen him? I want to make it up to him after last night.”

“Dammit, Leela! Quit cock teasing my meatbag! I’m sick of it! The Crushinator is perfect for Fry. She’s a fine lady with a massive booty. She also loved to be romanced, and she has a thing for meatbags!"

"Bender… I think Fry would like to keep his pelvis."

"Look! Leela! I don't care if he is twenty-four years old again after all that whirlpool crap! I still don’t want Fry to spend the next decade with blue balls chasing after you. Why can’t you be like the giant women of Amazonia? They spread their legs for any man.”

“Bender… they crush their pelvises.”

“Eh… the men die happy in big booty heaven,” he said, waving his right hand dismissively.

There was a long awkward silence.

“So, you haven’t seen Fry anywhere?”

“Leela, I just got up. I’m sure he’s here somewhere. I’ll go look for him after I had some beers.”

“Okay, thank you, Bender,” she said softly.

“I love you too, Leela.”

“What?!” she shouted. “Why did you–.” Bender giggled, hanging up, cutting her off.

“Heheh! She got mad,” he laughed, his right hand coming over his mouth.

Meanwhile, our hero Fry salvaged the situation with the pancakes. Twilight's cooking skills were something to be desired. Their high stack of pancakes laid upon a large white dinner plate each. Each pancake was covered in the thick layer of chocolate, cream, and bacon. Next to each of their plate on the right, they had a small, 250mi glass of water.

The two sat across from one another around the kitchen table. Each of their respective asses were sat on a pile of hay at the table. Even though Fry was in a world of sapient horses, they seemed to have knives and forks. Fry used a finely crafted silver knife and fork to dig into his stack of pancakes.

Curiously, Twilight did not have a knife and fork. She used her magic to levitate small pieces of her pancakes into her mouth; the bits of pancake she lifted were wrapped in a deep pink glow. For quite some time, the two did not speak. The both of them were too busy enjoying their pancakes.

Until Fry spoke up, when they were just about finished. On each of their respective plates, there was about a quarter of a pancake left. “Mmmrrrmaaaaa!” came Fry’s muffled voice.

“Fry, be careful,” came Twilight’s voice, ripe with concern. “Please swallow your food first. Then talk.”

With a loud gulp, Fry swallowed down his food before speaking. “Not that I'm complaining. I love bacon, But aren’t ponies meant to be vegetarians?”

“We are, for the most part. Ponies can eat meat just fine. It's just frowned upon. It's considered primitive. You may get called a steppe pony.”

“Steppe pony?” he inquired, raising his eyebrows curiously.

“Far to the east, in the harsh grass lands of Equestgolia pony kind first emerged. For a very long time, our ancestors were a prey species. Our people used to roam the steppes, being hunted by animals. Over time, we gradually gained more intelligence as we evolved. Still, our lives on the steppe were short and grim. The grass on the step lacked nutrients to sustain a pony in many places, and farming was next to impossible. At some point, we invented the spear, and used our newly acquired weapon to defend ourselves from predators. Around the same time, we invented fire, and used fire to cook the meat.”

“Uh, Twilight–.” said Fry, before she continued.

“Gradually, our ancestors migrated westward, fleeing from the great cold. We crossed the ice bridge located in the frozen north, and then migrated southward into Equestria. However, our troubles were not over. The Windigos ice demons followed us from the east. It was only when we united in friendship that we finally–.”

"Twilight!" Fry spoke up, raising his voice slightly. “I can’t keep up. I am so confused.”

Twilight smiled sheepishly, her cheeks lighting up with a pink blush. “Oh, sorry. I tend to babble sometimes. Let me just say, nobody cares about eggs, you can eat them just fine.”

“Oh. How did you get to like bacon?”

“My little brother Spike requires meat to be healthy. At least that's what my Dad said. He often made trips to the Griffon market to buy meat for him. Spike liked to share his meat with me, so I developed a taste for it.”

“Cool! Just one question, why does Spike need meat?”

“Well, he’s a dragon. Dragons require a high protein diet. There are certain nutrients in meat that grasses, plants, fruit and vegetables simply do not have.”

“A dragon, huh,” Fry said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Can he breathe fire?”

“Yes. How do you know about dragons? Do they exist on your planet?”

“No. There are no dragons on planet Earth. Except on TV.”

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

“Uh, ask Fluttershy. I told her about. I don’t really want to go over it all again– I-I–.” as he spoke, her lower lip began to quiver, her large purple eyes giving him a puppy doggy eye look. “Okay… I’ll tell you," he said in a low voice.

Twilight made a squeaking sound like a dog's chew toy in happiness. Fry felt goosebumps upon hearing it; it was just too cute.

“Well… it’s like moving coloured pictures with sound.”

“Fascinating! We have something called a pondak projector. It takes two weeks for a picture to solidify, and it's only in black and white. There’s only a hooful in existence at the moment. The pictures are also very prone to failure. It's really cutting-edge technology.”

“Cool. You guys are slowly catching up. You are just a century behind me.”

“Ah. What year is it on your planet?”

“Well, uh, before I was frozen for like a thousand years, it was the year 1999.”

“Wait… you were frozen for a thousand years? How did the ice crystals not just destroy your body?”

“Well, uh, it was a special freezer.”

“Why did you freeze yourself? You must have left your family, your friends, and—.”

Fry’s head went down low, he looked upon his black sneakers below. “I-I didn't do it intentionally. Before I came to the future, I worked as a pizza delivery boy for Panucci's Pizza. I dropped out of college, I could not afford it, and I didn’t have the smarts for it. I was having what might be the worst day of my life."

As he spoke, Twilight looked on, giving him a sympathetic look, her large purple eyes helping to emphasize her empathetic feelings. She listened intensively with both of her floppy pony ears raised high above her head. Her eyes even began to tear up a little, becoming slightly moist.

He continued. "My girlfriend dumped me,“ upon hearing that, Twilight uttered a heartbroken whimper. “And some jerk sent me on a prank delivery. So I decided to drink a beer, but also… I was swinging on a chair, I ended up falling over, and the next thing I knew I was in a freezer, the door shut on me, and I was frozen in time.” From hearing that, Twilight uttered another heartbroken whimper. The mare had become distraught, her whole body shaking. “And all I knew from my old life… was gone, replaced with futuristic stuff like; aliens, spaceships, beer drinking robots, and fast Internet.”

“It was not all bad. I made some new friends in the future. But now, I’ve lost everything again when I somehow came here,” he said in a low voice; a single tear falling down his right cheek.

There came a loud clopping sound; Fry looked up; his eyes widening in alarm upon the sight of Twilight rushing toward him. The mare clambered onto his lap, her two front hooves wrapping around his neck, hugging him tightly. She leaned her head over him on the right side, her soft mane tickling his face. Down below, her ass came to rest directly on his crotch. Fry found himself hissing in pain upon contact with her heavy ass landing upon him. Twilight was quite heavy for such a little horsey. Still, it was nowhere near as bad as those giant amazonian women.

“Oh, Fry! That sounds awful!” she squealed loudly, before speaking softly. “If you need a shoulder to cry on, I’m here for you, my friend,” Fry really appreciated the hug, but unfortunately, her plump pony ass resting on his crotch caused him to rapidly gain a boner. “You consider me a friend, right?” she said in a worried tone.

“Yes…. Twilight. I-I…. I consider you a friend,” he said breathlessly.

The mare made a most adorable happy whimpering sound. Fry felt butterflies flow through his stomach at the sound of it. Unfortunately, Fry’s raging erection poked against her heavily endowed rump through his pants. He raised both of his hands high into the air to avoid touching her. Fry wanted to be appropriate. He had a strained smile on his face; while he sweated profusely, and his body trembled a little from the stress of the sexy situation he found himself in.

To make matters worse, he didn’t know if his mind was playing tricks on him as he stared at her ass. He swore Twilight gained about two inches in height, and her ass became even thicker. He quickly dismissed that, some foul sorcery must be a foot.

It seemed Twilight became rather uncomfortable, thus she began wiggling over his lap, inadvertently causing her ass to grind against his cock. Not only that, he could hear the clap of her buttcheeks with a meaty slapping sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Her bouncing bubbly asscheeks were hypnotic. Fry could only whimper in response. And to put fuel onto the fire, it seemed her ass had got even bigger again, which made things even worse.

He shook his head, and looked back down. Her ass didn’t seem any bigger.

Fry thought he must have hallucinated that whole ‘pony butt indoctrination’ with Pinkie Pie back there. He only hoped that she did not become an amazonian. His pelvis had enough pain from those giant amazonian women. He is not sure if he could handle giant horse women, they might be even worse.

Death by snu snu isn't fun.

Whatever the case, Fry concluded some godlike entity is trying to brainwash him into a horse ass lover, and it was working.

His heart skipped a beat when he heard her wonderful voice speaking softly to him. “Fry, there’s no need to be so nervous, you are my friend. So, can you hug me in return? I would very much appreciate it if you would hold me by my cutie marks.”

“What’s a cutie mark?”

“See those markings on my flanks? Those are cutie marks. They are considered a window into a pony’s soul.”

“I-I….. are you-you saying I have permission to hold your ass?” he asked in a low voice; not believing what he was hearing.

“Yep. You are free to hold my ass. Just don’t go touching my marebits. That would be inappropriate. Good friends hold each other's asses.”

Fry nodded, and with that he lowered his head to look down at her rump. He found his breath taken away at the sheer magnificence of her beautiful buttcheeks. They were so bubbly and round. Fry gulped, before he lowered his hands to take a tight grip around her ass; his hands firmly grasping her plump rump’s cheeks on both sides.

Alien customs here were really strange, but he found himself not caring. His hands upon contact with her rump subsequently sank into the plush bubbly softness, sinking in deeply like that of soft memory foam. His fingers soon made contact with her strong equine muscle deep beneath the thick layer of marshmallowy soft fat. Fry’s cock in his pants was twitching excitedly, inadvertently grinding against her ass. Her butt was warm, and soft to the touch. The feeling of his bare skin against the softness of her warm fur only amplified it even further.

The mare cooed happily. “Oh, your hands feel nice, Fry. Just don’t do any funny business with them. You're just a friend, after all.”

“I-I… I understand, Twilight.”

Twilight sighed happily, closing her eyes as she moved to lean her head closer to his. Fry chuckled at the feel of her mane in his face.

For quite some time, the two merely sat there in silence; enjoying each other's company. Twilight had a most peaceful look on her face, her eyes were closed, and she was smiling happily. Fry meanwhile was sweating profusely. His face was flushed, like a bright red tomato, along with a nervous smile was on his face whilst he continuously stared at her ass like a man possessed.

Experimentally, Fry lowered his right hand a little over her buttcheek. Fry watched in delight as he watched her cheek resumed a perfectly smooth shape from his hand’s absence over the area above; the depression from his hand’s applied pressure quickly fading away. During this time, Fry’s thoughts were screaming at him. “Goddammit! She’s so hot! Dat ass! Dat beautiful ass! Wait! This is wrong! But... she’s so damn cute and sexy! Oh, God! I am being brainwashed into a horse lover! Sweet zombie Jesus, save me from this!”

He took a deep breath, before thinking further on the matter. “Hold your horses… Fry. She… she’s intelligent. So, it’s not wrong! She’s a smart, cute nerd unicorn! Yes! Note to self, don’t call Twilight a nerd. She does not deserve that. She seems to be really nice for what may be my landlord… and she is so sexy for a horse,” Fry wanted to slap his forehead, but he didn't want to cause a scene. “No! She is not a horse. Twilight is a pony. A beautiful, smart pony. For Christ’s sake, she smells of lavender, she’s purple, I can’t help be reminded of Leela, and she’s so–.”

“Fry,” came her voice, far softer than normal; taking him out of his thoughts.

“Y-yes, Twilight? I was just–.” Fry found himself rather lost for words as her large, cute purple eyes stared up at him. It seemed as if her purple eyes were staring into his very soul. “I-I… umm….uhhhh—.”

“You look like you're worried or something. Is everything okay?” she said, reaching her right hoof to touch his cheek. Her hoof was soft and spongy to the touch against his cheek.

“I’m f-fine, Twilight.”

“Well, okay, Fry. I won’t pressure you. Just know that if you need a friend, I am here for you.”

“Thanks, Twilight. You are a true friend.”

Fry's eyes widened when she leaned forward and promptly kissed him on the cheek, this came accompanied by a loud smooching sound. Fry opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. His mind went completely blank as well.

The mare giggled, before she flashed her horn, and subsequently teleported herself to the opposite side of the table a few feet over her pile of hay-seat. Gravity soon took over, so thus Twilight came to land upon the pile of hay with a loud thud.

“I hope I was not too aggressive with my affection there,” came her voice, ripe with worry. “I just felt you needed a hug from a friend. It appears humans are not as touchy-feely as ponies. For you seemed quite anxious back there.”

Fry shook his head. “No. Not at all. I liked your hug, Twilight,” he said in a reassuring tone, before he thought to himself with his cock semi-erect from the wonderful feel of Twilight’s ass recently sitting on it. ‘I really liked it!”

The mare blushed, her cheeks lighting up with a pink colour. “Good. Because Pinkie Pie as a terrible habit of hugging random ponies out of nowhere. I assume it will be the same case with you as a human.”

“Good to know. I just need to ask, can you give me a place to stay. Pinkie Pie said you could set up my accommodation here.”

“Certainly. I have a spare room in the basement,” the mare stood up, and made to exit the kitchen. Her horn flashed with magic for a brief moment, but she didn't appear to cast any spell. “Follow me.”

Fry stood up, and followed after her as requested. The two came to enter back into the main library. Fry did his best to not look at her ass while he trailed behind her. Unfortunately, her tail wagging back and forth excitedly was simply adorable, so he could not help but look at her ass. However, Fry quickly steeled himself, and looked up. He didn’t want to be caught looking at her butt.

The purple unicorn led him to a round wooden door attached to the side of the staircase on the right side of the room, opposite the front door on the far left side. The two came out of the kitchen on the right, next to the staircase. The door, attached to the staircase, which lay situated on the far left side of it next to a bookshelf engraved into the wall.

Her horn lit up with a deep pink glow, forthwith she pulled open the door with a flick of her magic; the door briefly lighting up with the same colour of her horn. A wooden staircase was revealed upon the door opening. Engraved in the middle of each step there was a large pink love heart.

“Funny. I never saw that door before.”

“Well, it's the guest room. And also I have my laboratory down there in the basement. Some silly ponies have a terrible habit of getting themselves into trouble. The last thing I want them to do is go messing around with my machines.”

“Uh, right. Why do you have your laboratory in the guest room?”

“My laboratory is hidden behind a bookshelf. It requires a code to open the door.”

“Then why hide the guest room in the first place?”

“For extra security.”

“Riiiiight,” Fry said, looking unconvinced, while giving her a questioning look.

Twilight’s floppy ears folded back sadly; she spoke in an imploring tone. “Fry, please don’t go around telling everypony I have a laboratory. I am only telling you this because I trust you.”

In answer, Fry went down on his knees, and took hold of her hoof with his right hand; her appendage was warm and soft to the touch. Upon contact, the mare gasped, her cheeks lighting up with a pink colour.

“Fry! Be careful!” she said sternly, before speaking softly. “You're lucky it’s just me! Some other pony would buck you for doing that!” Fry quickly let go, pulling his hand away. Fry gave her a sheepish smile. However, the mare frowned grumpily at him and spoke in a stern tone. “I didn’t say stop!”

Fry opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He had no idea what to say. All he knew was that women were impossible… err in this case mares.

“Come on, you big silly horny ape. Let’s go down the stairs.”

Fry thought to himself. “I would not be so horny if you didn’t sit your lovely ass on my lap back there. Wait! Fry, don’t jinx it! I want more of her sweet fat ass sitting on my lap.”

Without a word, Fry followed Twilight down the stairs. He had to duck his head during the journey, the passageway wasn't built for humans in mind. An echoing sound of Twilight’s hooves clopping against the wooden steps was generated while she made her way down the stairs.

The journey was not very long. About ten seconds at best before they reached the bottom of the stairs. It was near pitch dark down here. Fry would not be able to see anything if it wasn't for the light source from the stairs behind him, which emanated from the library above.

“Uh, Twilight. I can hardly see anything down here.”

“Clap your hands to turn on the light.”

As instructed, Fry clapped his hands together, which resulted in a small yellow crystal, about the size of a lightbulb spontaneously lighting up, which hung in the middle of the ceiling. It was a rather large room, about the same size as the kitchen above. The floor was light pink, and it was decorated with a series of red and bright pink love hearts. It was the same case for the walls, and ceiling, decorated with pink or red love hearts.

In the centre of the room, there was a large bright red love heart shaped bed. Lining the walls of the room, there were a series of dark brown wooden bookshelves and dressers. Fry assumed one of the bookshelves contained the hidden door to her laboratory.

Twilight pointed her front, right hoof to a round pink wooden door next to the staircase, just on the left of it. “You have your very own bathroom there. You won’t need to go up two sets of stairs to reach it. We have another bathroom on the second level of the library. If you need to use it sometime, just head up the stairs and take a left, you can't miss it.”

“Cool! So, where’s your laboratory?”

Twilight lit up her horn with a deep pink glow for a brief moment, there then came a soft clicking sound before a bookshelf behind the bed quickly sank under the floor. The bookshelf nearly disappeared from sight, apart from the flat top of it. The wooden surface of the top of the bookshelf looked out of place in contrast to the heart themed floor.

Fry gasped at the sight of the most unusual door now revealed to him. The door was made out of solid stainless steel. Etched into the door itself, there was a series of tiny multi-coloured crystals sprinkled over it, like sprinkles on a cupcake. In the middle of the door, there was what appeared to be something totally out of place.

A rectangle, grey security pad with black numbers ‘1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9’ along with three other symbols at the bottom. An asterisk on the left, a circle arrow in the middle, and a hash symbol on the right.

“Look away, please,” said Twilight. Without a word, Fry turned around to look away from the door. He was now looking at the stairs leading up to the main library. Fry heard the hum of her horn, this was followed shortly by beeping sounds as Twilight keyed in the password. “Okay, you can look.”

Fry turned back around to face the door, seemingly just in time. There appeared to be a slight delay before the door opened by quickly sliding upward. Behind this door was what appeared to be some sort of elevator. It was most unusual, it looked almost as if it was an elevator back home in New New York in the 31st century.

The elevator was sphere in shape, and it appeared to be mostly made of glass. Another keypad, just like before, was attached to the middle of a what appeared to be a stainless steel, circular submarine hatch instead of a door. Hanging from the ceiling inside the elevator there was a small, jagged crystal, which emitted a faint light like that of a night-light. This helped Fry see the walls of the small room which surrounded the elevator. Said walls were light pink, decorated with bright pink and red love hearts.

Fry turned to Twilight and gave her a questioning look, raising his left eyebrow. “Uh… are you sure you guys are not in the future?”

“I’ll explain more once we are inside,” she said, while making her way to walk through the door and into the elevator.

Fry shrugged his shoulders, before making his way inside the elevator. He came to stand next to Twilight on her left. Twilight flashed her horn and with a burst of magic, the elevator spontaneously activated with a low humming sound. The elevator now slowly descended underground, while continuing to make that low humming sound.

“So, uh, how long is this trip?” Fry asked.

“Not very long. I hope you enjoy the view.”

Fry opened his mouth to speak, but what he intended to say was simply replaced with a gasp when he saw what appeared to be an enormous technological facility, seemingly straight out of the 31st century in some regards. Granted, the machines of the facility were rather clunky and boxy. Covering many of these machines was a sea of flashing lights of all colours of the rainbow, the whole place was lit up like a Christmas tree. This facility seemed to be surrounded by an underground lake. The shore along the lake were lit up by a series of huge, multi-coloured jagged crystals, about the size of a hot air balloon.

“You guys are in the future!” he shouted in excitement.

Twilight giggled, a hoof coming over her mouth. “Not quite. Much of the technology here is extremely unstable. The technological devices you see in here have an awful habit of exploding… violently. Arcane Power Crystals are extremely dangerous. Most ponies like to use Dim Power Crystals. Much safer, since they don’t explode if used in properly. They just fizzle out.”

“Oh. I guess, almost nobody uses these Arcane Power Crystals,” he turned to Twilight. “Right?”

Twilight shook her head. “Yes. Since they have a terrible habit of killing the user. I advise you not to touch anything.”

Fry simply nodded.

A moment later, the door of the elevator slid open. Twilight came trotting out of it, with Fry walking out behind her. Fry’s jaw dropped at his surroundings. He almost felt as if he was back in the Professor's Laboratory at Planet Express.

Fry remembered watching a lot of old science fiction movies. The large room contained numerous technological contraptions. The devices seemed to be something like a 1950s science fiction computer, sprinkled with a bit of girly finesse. He heard the humming and buzzing sound of machines all around him. These technological devices were very large and boxy looking. Even more boxy than what he remembered from Microsoft computers back in the 90s. These devices had numerous switches, buttons, and levers. He had no idea what their function was.

These machines were mostly bright pink in colour, decorated with red love hearts. He could see very large, multicoloured, jagged power crystals contained in sphere shaped glass containers. The crystals came in various sizes, from footballs, to beach balls, to hot air balloons. These crystals however looked much more dangerous from what he saw before. For there were what appeared to be many lightning bolts bouncing wildly about within these glass containers. The purpose of the glass seemed to be to hold back the crystal from unleashing the deadly bolts.

“Uh, Twilight… this place does not seem safe,” he said in a low voice, turning to look back to the safety of the elevator behind him.

Twilight came trotting toward him. The mare stood on her back hind legs, and in one quick motion she leaned forward and kissed him before dropping back down onto her hooves with a loud clopping sound. “Don’t worry, Fry. You will be fine if you stick close to me, and don’t touch anything.”

With his spirits lifted by Twilight, he followed her without fear. Luckily, these machines were rather spaced out between each other. So as long as he watched where he was going, he would not bump into one of them.

Twilight took him to what appeared to be a stainless steel dentist chair, with pink fluffy padding. Next to it, on the right, there was what appeared to be a beige fax machine, which lay on a small, dark brown, circular shaped wooden table. This machine, like everything else, was rather boxy. But even Fry knew what a fax machine was back in the 90s.

“Take a seat, Fry. I need to use a device to scan your brain.”

“What?!”” Fry shouted. “No! Twilight, I'm scared!” he protested.

The mare looked back at him with a heartbroken, sad puppy dog look. “Fry, don’t you trust me?”

“I-I….” the sight of seeing her big purple eyes watering up a little broke the man. “Yes. Twilight… I-I trust you.”

The mare made a sound like a squeaking dog’s chew toy in happiness. “Have a seat, Fry. I promise the device is perfectly safe. It's not even powered by an Arcane Power Crystal.”

Fry nodded, and made to sit down on the chair. Twilight beamed happily at him, lighting up her horn with a deep pink glow. With her magic, Twilight levitated what seemed to be a deep sea diving helmet over to him. Of course, it was bright pink to keep up with the girly theme of this place.

Without a word, Fry took hold of the helmet, brought it over his head and placed it on. He could see nothing with the helmet over his face. He heard a brief buzzing sound emitting from the helmet. A moment later, there came a flash and the helmet subsequently disappeared from sight.

There came a buzzing sound as the fax machine pushed out a white A4 sheet of paper. On this sheet, there was a completely straight red line in the middle of it. Twilight gasped, her jaw dropping in shock at the sight of it.

“No… that’s impossible,” she said in a low voice, her whole body shaking.

“What?” he said, giving her a questioning look.

Twilight turned to him, giving him a most bewildered look. “Fry… how are you even alive? You don’t have a Delta Brainwave.”

“A delta-what? Sorry, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You are scientifically impossible. You should not even be alive without a brainwave. Yet, here you are,” she groaned, rubbing her forehead. “And here I thought Pinkie Pie was unusual. You're on a whole other level, Fry. Even Pinkie Pie has a Delta Brainwave.” Fry's eyes widened, along with his two eyebrows raising high over his forehead, when Pinkie Pie appeared out of thin air behind Twilight. “She’s right behind me, isn’t she?”

Fry simply nodded in answer.

Twilight quickly turned around to face her. “Pinkie… how did you get in…. Err… never mind.”

“I don’t know how I got in here either, Twilight. I just heard my name being mentioned, and here I am.”

Twilight sighed, rolling her eyes. “Come on, let’s go before you accidentally cause something to explode again. Like you did yesterday when you were messing with my experimental teleportation device.”

Pinkie smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head with her front, right hoof. “Yeah, sorry about that.”

Fry stood up and walked over to Pinkie. “Hey! Pinkie!”

“Hey there! Fry!” she said, smiling up at him, her poofy pink tail wagging excitedly from side to side from the sight of him. For some reason, he heard Twilight uttering a quiet grumble from behind him.

There then came a humming sound as Twilight’s horn charged up with magic, this was soon followed by a blinding flash of light.

All three were teleported back into the guest room. The door to the laboratory was closed behind them, and hidden behind a bookshelf. Fry found himself laying down on his back in a pink love heart shaped bed, Pinkie Pie lay on his left, and Twilight Sparkle lay on his right. Pinkie giggled, a hoof coming over her mouth. Twilight on the other hand buried her head into her two front hooves. Fry himself was smiling nervously, he was not sure whether to be aroused, or scared. The bed was very soft, not to mention these ponies were very soft to the touch. Especially their asses. Their big fat asses.

“Sorry… I didn’t mean to teleport us here,” came Twilight's muffled voice from between her hooves.

Twilight flashed her horn again, teleporting them into a more appropriate place. Fry found himself standing next to a staircase back in the main library, behind him lay the entrance to the kitchen. Pinkie Pie stood next to him, on his left, in front of him was a very embarrassed Twilight. Her cheeks were lit up with a bright pink colour.

“I’m so sorry about that. Please forgive me,” she said in a pleading tone.

Fry quickly sprang into action by going down on his knees, wrapping his hands around her head to hug the mare, which caused her to gasp. Fry marvelled at the feel of her silky soft mane against his hands. The mare returned the hug with gusto by wrapping her hooves around his waist, followed by leaning her head to the right side of his neck; where she subsequently began to brush her lips against his bare skin, lovingly nuzzling him with affection.

“Awwww!” said Pinkie happily. In reaction, Fry and Twilight pulled apart, Fry immediately stood back up. It seemed they have forgotten Pinkie Pie was with them. “Awww! Why did you stop?” she whined sadly.