Expeditis Equitibus

Okay, forget the whole Song title thing... that wasn’t gonna work out anyways.

Oh, and... BIG ASS shout out to one of my bestest friends in all of Authorville! You know who you are!

...douchebottle...

ENJOY!

After Twilight talked Rainbow Dash out of pounding Ivory into a sack of fur, flesh, and organs, she’d let Ivory up to the main floor of what he then saw was a library. After looking around a bit, Twilight had procured three cups of tea from a short baby dragon almost the exact same shade of mulberry as her, giving one to him. Ivory had gotten along with the little guy almost instantly, considering their love for wisecracking, and even shared a few sarcastic jibes at Twilight and Dash’s expense.

‘What had she called him... Spyro? No, Spike! There we go...’ Ivory mentally confirmed, smiling over his teacup held in between his forehooves. He didn’t know how Spike had done it, but somehow the tea tasted almost exactly like he was drinking a watermelon... and he LOVED watermelon. Taking another sip, he tuned back into what Spike was telling him about. The little guy was going on about what happened when Twilight had first arrived in Ponyville.

“...And then after I’d met Rainbow Dash over there, we went to Carousel Boutique and... I saw... HER...” Spike swooned, and Ivory could almost see hearts in the lovestruck dragon's eyes. “Ahhh, my Rarity...” that was about when Twilight trotted back into the room, rolling her eyes and smiling.

“Aaah, that dragon and his crush... I swear, sometimes I don’t know who’s the more dramatic between the two of you.” Twilight said playfully, rubbing a hoof over Spike’s scales. Ivory, drinking the rest of his tea, stood up and cleared his throat, ruffling his wings slightly.

“I’d actually like to meet the rest of your friends, Twilight... that is, if it’s not too much trouble.” Twilight gave that some thought, then nodded. She trotted over to her saddle bag, dropping a couple of books in, then magic’d* it over her back.

“Sounds fair enough... I need to return a book to Carousel Boutique anyway. Rarity let me borrow it a week ago, but I just finished it today. Before Dash told me you crash-landed outside Ponyville, actually.” this was met by a knowing glance and chuckle from Ivory.

“Long book?” he asked. Twilight shook her head.

“No... I just read it slowly. And took notes.” Ivory shrugged at Twilight’s remark, resisting the urge to throw in a, ‘What, in the margins?’, and accompanied her out the door. Now that Ivory was out of the library and into the town proper, he realized exactly how out of his depth he really was. Ponies of all colors, shapes, sizes, and races dotted the streets. His jaw dropped open as he looked around the place, but once again, he was tackled by that same pink blur that hit him earlier. She opened her mouth, accompanied by a massive intake of air, but Ivory was having none of it.

“How many times are you gonna tackle me, you pink menace?! This marks tackle attack number two now!” he growled, then shoved her off of him and got back up, dusting himself off with a hoof.

“That’s Pinkie Pie to you, mister crazy grumpypants! Now if you’ll pardon me... Ahem...” a random party music riff played out of nowhere, to Ivory’s great confusion. Pinkie then started dancing around Ivory and singing:

“Welcome, welcome, welcome,

A fine welcome to you!

Welcome, welcome, welcome,

I say, how do you do?!

Welcome, welcome, welcome,

I say, hip, hip, hurray!

Welcome, welcome, welcome,

To Ponyville today!”

After Pinkie’s powerslide, Twilight cocked her head. “Don’t you usually have your party machine with you when you do that?” Pinkie hopped up onto her hooves, pony-shrugging.

“Eh, it’s in the wash!” Pinkie turned to look at Ivory, gauging his reaction. What she saw was… not what was expected. By now a crowd of ponies had gathered around Twilight, Ivory, and Pinkie Pie.

This crowd then got the chance to see pure, unfiltered fear cross through Ivory’s now-completely wide open sapphire eyes.

Ivory started trembling, staring at all of the ponies staring at him. In his mind, he could see them already starting to judge him, deciding that they hated him because he happened to have massive stage fright. He could almost see the townsponies beating him publically, just for being different.

“STAY AWAY FROM ME!” Ivory screeched in a terror-laced voice, and blasted off down the road toward an effortlessly chic pink, purple, and blue building cast like a miniature palace, its interior adorned with models of ponies on poles… carousel style, not dancing around on them… thankfully.

Rarity hummed a bit as she put the last pinpoint touches on her latest work, grinning deviously at the thought of surprising Fancy Pants with the pinnacle of this month’s work, the absolute epitome of fabulosity, the magnum opus of-

BANG!

ZOOOOOM!

Her front door blasted open and a white, screaming, somewhat pony-shaped blur flashed up her stairs. Rarity slowly trotted over to her door, then peeked outside. A whole crowd of ponies stood by Twilight’s library, all staring back at her, obviously with the same look of confusion she must have had plastered on her face. Rarity nodded once, closed her door, then leaned up against it, shaking her head.

“What… in the name of fashion… just happened?” Rarity shook her head again, got to her hooves, and began trotting toward the stairs, hesitantly calling out up to whoever had just ran up them.

“Sweetie? Sweetie Belle? Oh, I do hope you haven’t gone and involved yourself in something horrid!” she rolled her eyes. "...again." she then started walking up the stairs, taking notice of an increased amount of whimpering. Rarity then came to a stop outside her room, pushing the door open and being greeted with a mid-sized lanky Ivory stallion in her bed, blankets wrapped around him and whimpering.

“Who are you?! And what in the name of Celestia are you doing in my bed?!” she glanced outside her room’s window and noticed that the crowd had migrated over to her front door. “And why is there a crowd of ponies outside my door?!”

Ivory slowly looked outside the window, trembling like mad… then, seeing the crowd, ducked down, terrified.

‘To quote Hellboy… Ah CRAP!’

*:Yes, that’s a word now.

As always, constructive criticism is nice and needed! Gotta get better somehow!