The cloptastic adventures of pony Mick in pony Wonderland

Chapter 7: The hardest part of friendship...

Tiredom and humiliation filled Mick’s thoughts as he started his last trek towards the library.

He wasn’t far anyway - his session with Spike’d only been a few streets off. He did keep a watchful eye though, finally having realised Ponyville’s inhabitants had an above-average libido.

Surprising even himself, he arrived at the huge tree’s door without any more rape, masturbation, humiliation or scarification. Wait, did he just jinx it? He looked around nervously, but there wasn’t anypony near him. Phew.

Mick politely clopped on the door and attempted to put his mine in a mildly presentable way, but the dried semen in it made this virtually impossible. He hoped Twilight wouldn’t notice it. After some minutes of waiting, he began to ponder trying again later, guessing Twilight might be out with her friends. Right before he was about to turn around to leave, he heard some clopping noises coming from inside, heading towards the door before it opened.

“Oh, pardon me! I was just reading... a book. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting”, Twilight said.

She closed the book she was levitating with her. Mick tried to look which book it was, but Twilight put it away before he could see. For some reason, there was a strange scent in the air. “How can I help you?” Sparkle’s question snapped him from his daydreaming. “Oh, yes! I’ve a problem: yesterday, I woke up here in Equestria, and I’ve no idea it happened. Worst of all, I’m actually not a pony. I’m something different - a human - and I’d like to get back to my family. Pinkie Pie told me you could help me out with a teleportation spell or something, so... Can you?” Mick tried to make a face as cute as possible, but Twilight only seemed to be disgusted by his attempt. “Well, I have read about humans before, they’re a mythical creature here in Equestria... Come in first, let’s get you out of the cold. You seem like you could use a bath, too.” Mick blushed at this statement, but nodded. Twilight stood aside to let him enter, and allowed him inside. “You just believe me like that?”, Mick asked. To be fair, he’d thought Twilight would consider him crazy, or worse, but she just accepted it like that. “I do,”, Twilight started as she headed towards a bookshelf and started looking through some books she found there, “in fact. It’s not the first time a creature from a different dimension comes here. I just have to find the right instruments and get the right spells fixed. How about I read up while you wash?”

A bath really did seem in place right now. He was sort of ashamed Twilight noticed his state, and hoped she didn’t know WHAT it was. “Sure! Where’s the bathroom? Oh, and before I forget, my name’s Mick.” He held a hoof out to Twilight for a hoofshake. “Such an odd name. Pleased to meet you, Mick. I’m Twilight Sparkle.” Twilight reached her hoof to his and gave it a hoofbump, giggling.

The mare then proceeded to show Mick the bathroom and started filling the tub. Funnily enough, ponies’ baths seemed very much like humans’ baths. While the bath was running, Twilight left the room without saying anything. Mick just shrugged it off, assuming she’d gone downstairs again to read some more. After some minutes of waiting idly, Mick put a hoof in the water and felt it was at just a comfortably hot temperature. He lowered the tap and stepped into the tub, the hot water feeling comfortable against his fur. He slid down onto his back until his head was right about the water’s surface and exhaled, feeling the last few days’ stress leaving him. Soon, he’d be back home thanks to Twilight. As he was thinking, the door to the bathroom opened again, Twilight trotting in without a worry in the world. She soon noticed Mick was in the bath already though, and stopped her advance. “O-oh...”, she stammered, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know...” She averted her eyes and a blush appeared on her face. “I was just bringing some towels... I’ll... I’ll leave them here...” Twilight dropped the towels she was levitating on the ground and sped out of the room, closing the door behind her before Mick could utter a single word. “Well, for once, things were more awkward for someone else than me. I’m surprised this didn’t end in some exaggerated sex scene”. He took his time to have a look at the library, actually amazed how they’d managed to carve everything in the inside of a tree. Oddly enough, the cartoonish reality didn’t seem as strange as someone’d think. It all felt natural, as if he were in his own reality. He thought back about his friends back home and wondered if they were missing him. He missed Jan with his general awesomeness, Tim’s boosting him in League of Legends. How many wins of the day had he missed by now? Once more Mick closed his eyes and just relaxed, giving Twilight the time she needed to find all the required information. It didn’t last long before he found a calm sleep...

*Knock knock knock*

A light tapping at the door woke the sleeping stallion up. He slowly opened his eyes, and remembered where he was. Without much hesitation he left the bathtub and found out ponies didn’t get wrinkly from staying in a bath for prolonged times. Funky! He headed over to the towels, still on the ground where they’d been dropped before he’d dozed off, and picked it up with his mouth. For a few moments he stood there, towel in his mouth and eyes fixed on it. Slowly reality caught up with him. “How the buck am I supposed to dry myself with HOOVES?” he thought aloud. He tried holding the towel in his front hooves but found himself unable to reach anywhere, unless he wanted to fall on his face again. Holding the towel in a hoof proved to work better, but he could barely reach past his shoulders. Not having a clue what he should do, he called for Twilight. “Uhm... Twilight? TWILIGHT?” After a few moments, the purple mare’s voice sounded from the other side of the door. “Yes? What’s wrong, Mick?” “Err... How do you ponies dry yourselves?”, Mick asked. Twilight hesitated a moment before replying. “Well, we unicorns use our magic to dry ourselves... But other kinds of ponies usually get someone else to help them.” Mick found this very odd and raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t think Twilight’d lie to him. She didn’t sound like a kind of pony that would lie. “Oh... Well, would you mind... You know... Helping me?” He’d swear he could feel his face turning red. No response came from the other side of the door, and for a moment, he was sure he’d sounded like a pervert and Twilight was running away, or something like that. “Well, okay. Figure I can help you out a hoof...”

Twilight opened the door and seemed to be blushing as well, probably feeling at least as awkward as he was. She levitated a towel towards Mick with her magic and began to dry his back and sides, softly talking as she did so. “I’ve found a few books on teleportation and dimensions, and I’m positive the spell should work. The only problem is that the planets need to be correctly aligned, which is only happening in a week from now. If you want, you can stay over here in the library until that time. We’ve still got a vacant bed for when there’s guests over.”, she suggested. “Sure, a week’s okay, if you don’t mind of course”, Mick responded. He felt somewhat guilty of just intruding into the mare’s life like that and just staying without her barely even knowing him. “Of course I don’t. Some other company than Spike’d be very welcome. Truth is, nobody in Ponyville likes him, we make fun of him all the time”, Twilight giggled. He laughed with her, knowing the other bronies’d always make fun of him too.

Twilight finished drying Mick and threw the towel away. The only area she hadn’t dried was his loins, but it was pretty obvious why. She was the first mare he’d met in Ponyville so far who DIDN’T want to invade his personal space, to his own pleasure. They went downstairs together and she showed him the dusty tomes that contained the spells. Truth was, everything was too complicated and difficult for Mick to understand, but he pretended he understood what she was saying to look smart. He was just happy he could spend some peaceful time with her, making the best of the final few days he’d left in Ponyville. Things got a little awkward once Spike came back, after he’d supposedly gone to play with the Cutie Mark Crusaders, but the dragon didn’t seem to pay him much attention. Mick knew he should do the same, not wanting Spike to rough him up again should he say or do something wrong.

The night came and Mick got shown the bed he’d stay in the last week. It was a foal-sized bed, just big enough for him, and was actually very comfortable. He chattered with Twilight before going to sleep, talking about the different ponies, what she’d learned, and about how humans were. Amazing enough, Twilight was an even nicer mare in reality than she’d seemed to be on the show, and he really enjoyed her company. After a few hours, Spike got tired of the noise they caused and asked them to “Please shut the fuck up”. Twilight scowled at the dragon and told him to watch his language. Still, the message came across and they decided it was probably late enough anyways. They wished each other good nights and went to sleep...