MORE Ponies in My House!

All was quiet in the bedroom as Twilight and the others waited outside in the hallway per Lyra's request. It had taken some major convincing for Carl, as the entire situation was "very creepy," his words, but in the end, he'd sighed and given in.

That was more than half an hour ago. Twilight had cast the spell and left, joining her friends as they waited out in the hallway. But the quiet was now deafening, so Twilight finally called out, "Lyra? Carl? Is...everything okay in there?" When she still received no answer, she frowned, looked around once more at her friends, then pushed the door open.

Only to see a comatose Human lying back against a chair, with his eyes rolled up and his tongue hanging out.

And a startled Unicorn draped across his chest looking back at them, trying (and failing!) not to look guilty.

"Lyra..." began Twilight in a low voice, "What. Happened?"

Lyra glanced from her to Carl and back, then scrambled off his lap. "Happened? Nothing! Nothing at all! What do you mean?!" as she began to visibly sweat. Twilight flew up to him and placed a hoof against his neck, then breathed a sigh of relief upon finding a pulse. Then, she returned her glare to the shaking one.

"WHY is he like this? What. Did. You. DO?" Then, she did a double-take and added, "And why are you wearing that hat?!"

Lyra quickly snatched the top hat off her head and hid it behind herself, then said, "He was like that when I came in here!"

Twilight stomped a hoof. "Lyra! Tell me exactly what happened!"

Lyra looked down and sighed. "Okay, okay..." She met her eyes and said, "I waited until you cast the spell..."

"Alright..."

"Then I closed the door and asked the Human to sit down..."

"Go on..."

A weird smile broke across her face as she finished with, "And then! I jumped on him, wrapped my mouth around his, and held it there for thirty-seven minutes!"

All the other ponies gasped, and Twilight's eyes grew wide as she yelled, "Lyyyyyyraaaaa! You could have KILLED him!"

A look of genuine shock came across her face as she said, "What?! NO! Killing Humans is my LEAST favorite thing to do!"

"Lyra..." Twilight tried, "...you could have seriously hurt him..."

She sat down, bowed her head, and sighed. "Yeahhh...you're right. I'm in the wrong here...I suck."

"What is wrong with his hands?" They all looked up at Rarity, who had moved closer to Carl and was staring intently at him. She looked over her shoulder and asked, "Why are his hands so wet?" They were not only wet, they were soaked up to his elbows. Carl's body spasmed, gave a slight groan, then fell back unconscious once again as drool slipped down his chin from his open mouth and protruding tongue.

Lyra giggled."Oh, that! I was licking his hands!"

Everypony else in the room cried, "WHY?!"

Lyra giggled again. "Well...duh! Because I love everything about Human hands, you all know that, and I wanted to see how they tasted! Gimme a break!"

They all stared flatly at her.

A crazed glint appeared in her eyes as she added, "...that, and my stomach was making the rumblies..."

Twilight facehoofed.

"...that only hands could satisfy!"

Just then, Carl stirred again and started flailing his limbs and flinging his head from side to side as he muttered, "...no...no! Hay breath...pony lips...make it stop...make it STOP!..." then sat up with a girly scream. "Wha...what happened?" He looked around, then raised his hands, grimaced, and held them away from himself. "EWWW! What. The Actual. FUCK?! WHY are my hands so fucking wet?!" Then he spotted Lyra and nearly fell over backwards as he scrambled to his feet. "Keep that crazy bitch away from me! I mean it!" Everymare turned to Lyra, who offered them her toothiest grin.

"Nice goin', Lil Miss "Ah'm First!" Applejack looked back over her shoulder at the Human, who was waving his arms and making a mad rush for his bathroom while still muttering insanely, "Pony lips...pony lips!" Then she glared back at Lyra.

"Now yew dun messed it up fer all of us!"

It was a couple of days before Carl was able to come out of his house. Once, he turned on the television and just happened to catch the opening scene of Monty Python and the Holy Grail. When King Arthur and his servant Pasty came 'clip-clopping' up to the first castle, the sound of hooves made Carl scream, toss the remote at his TV, and flee upstairs to his bedroom, where he stayed huddled in the fetal position for the rest of the night.

Eventually, one of his friends forced his front door open and called out for him. "Hey, Carl? You alive, buddy?" His friend looked around and wrinkled his nose. "Whoa...this place looks like shit...so he must be here." Cautiously, he climbed the stairs, still calling, "Carl? It's Víctor...you up here?" Coming to his bedroom door, Víctor braced himself, then sloooowly opened the door.

And breathed a sigh of relief once he saw Carl huddled in a blanket while crammed into a corner.

"¡Órale!, vato, we thought you were dead!" He stepped up to him and sat down. "What the hell are you doing?"

Carl's giant, bloodshot eyes swiveled to his friend's face, and he asked in a shaky voice, "Po...ponies? Did...did you see...any ponies?" Suddenly, he lunged forward and grabbed his friend by the collar! "Don't lie to me!! Have you seen them?!"

Víctor held Carl's wrists and shouted back, "No! ¡Cabrón loco! None of those aliens have been seen around here! What are you talking about?!" But Carl tightened his grip and narrowed his eyes.

"I...don't believe you!" He drew him closer...then sniffed him. "Ugggh...I smell...pony! You...you're working for them, aren't you? Don't lie to me!"

Víctor struggled to free himself as he yelled, "¡Estás realmente loco! I don't know what you're talking about!"

Suddenly, from downstairs, they both heard a female voice cry out, "Carl? It's me, Twilight! Can...can we talk, please?" Carl's eyes grew wide, then he smirked.

"Aha! If I'm so "crazy," then how do you explain that?!" Before Víctor could ask what he meant, the bedroom door opened, and Twilight stood there looking worried.

"Carl, I just wanted to say how sorry—" but Carl had pulled his friend to his feet and held him like a shield in front of him.

"Stay back! Don't hurt me! Hurt him instead!" And he pushed Víctor towards her as he leaped out the window.

Twilight caught him in her magic as the sound of a body hitting the soft ground outside reached their ears, followed by the flap of bare feet scurrying away down the sidewalk. Twilight looked at Víctor. "Hello."

He stared for a moment, then replied, "Hola. Entonces, ¿eres un pony?"

Twilight nodded. "Sí, soy la Princesa Twilight Sparkle. Pero, puedes llamarme Twilight."

"Okay, Twilight." Then he smiled. "You're kind of cute." Twilight blushed.

"Gracias, kind sir."