MANesfestations Of Equestria

Chapter 6

A Comfy bed

"So," I ask, "I guess I'll sleep on the couch?"

Twilight just stares at me with the strangest blank expression on her face, that I have to laugh. Once I got the laughter out of my system, I looked back at her, and she still had the same exact expression on her face. I didn't want to stick around with that expression so I just attempted to go outside instead.

"Wait, where are you going?" Twilight asked.

"Well since you don't have a couch I can sleep on, I'm going to climb this tree and sleep in the branches."

"But aren't you forgetting something?" she requested with an insinuating tone.

"Like what?"

"GAH, come back inside, I'll get you some sheets, and you can sleep in the guest bedroom."

With that settled, I just shrugged and followed her where-ever she went, the first stop being a bathroom. With a porcelain throne just inches away I excused myself, and proceeded to use the facilities. Or, at least tried to. With me being a bipedal human in horse-world, I expected there to be some differences. I just didn't expect to find them as soon as I did.

The first thing I noticed was that the bowl was extended and that it was at a higher angle than the ones back home. The second thing I noticed was a pull string that you find on the ones that were built back when the British monarchy ruled the world. And the third thing I noticed, was that I was either too tall, too skinny, or too short, to use most of its features. Not to mention an unusual lack of toilet paper.

I suppose a horse world should have a couple differences, though at least I have a to-do list if I have to stay here indefinitely. I guess I should have expected toilet-paper production to be number one, or number two as things often go.

Since I couldn't use the toilets here, I decided to head outside, and do the next best thing, when it comes to living in a wilderness; at least of a sorts, and pee on the tree. As a relaxing sound escaped my mouth, and the satisfying feeling of relief came through my loins, Twilight happened to come out calling for me, and boy was she pissed.

"Kerooo— WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY TREEEE?!" I heard with the sounds of anger coming from the direction of the door.

Thinking back to that, I probably should have gone around back, but hey, when nature calls, I come running. Always have, always will, as you have to learn to listen—and ignore—your body.

"What do you want, Twilight?" I asked in a sweet tone.

"Aagh, urgh, wait till I—"

"Uh, uh, uh, Twilight, remember what Celestia said," I reminded her, cueing a flash back.

"***

Take care of Keros for the night. He has nowhere to stay and needs rest just like the rest of us do. I have to lower the Sun, and raise the Moon, but I'll be back tomorrow to return to our negotiations. See he gets what he needs and is treated fairly. Good Night, Twilight Sparkle," and as she finished her lines, she drifted me into the room onto a decent sofa, though how they were built is anyone's guess. "Do not harm him, or intrude upon his privacies. If I find out he has been uncomfortable living with you, I will have you write a thousand word report upon regretting your actions.

***"

End Flashback.

As the look of anger left her face, and a look of horror replaced it, I figured everything was done, and finished up, the look of ecstasy leaving my face, followed by the sound of a zipper. Once I was back inside, I waited for Twilight for a bit, before starting to peruse her books.

I found a very interesting one called 'Brutal Engagements', before having it swept out of my hands, by the very red-faced miniature dragon I met earlier. Not caring what the book was, I decided to start a conversation with him, and even though I'm not entirely clear on whether, he is male or not, he just feels masculine so I'm going to refer to him as a he.

"So I guess you are Spike, huh?" I asked in a rather pleasant manner.

"That I would be," He replied, "and who are you?"

"Me? I'm Keros. So how's it like living with Twilight?"

He had to think for a minute before answering me, and even then in a very cryptic manner. Oh well, another thing to add to my to do list.

"It's...interesting."

With that over with, I had another question to ask. It was getting about around the equivalent to 10:30 back home and it was definitely time to get something to eat. However my stomach asked the question for me, in the form of a loud gurgle.

Spike's eyes lit up like fireworks—ha-ha fireworks—at the sounds my stomach was making.

"Let me make you something to eat if you're hungry?" he asked eagerly.

I nodded my agreements, and he ran off in a random direction towards the kitchen, leaving me alone in the room. After a moment he came back in with a large spread of who knows what. At his excited looks of curiosity, I reached down, and took a bite out of a large sandwich...and immediately rushed outside the house to release my breakfast from this morning.

"What's wrong?" he questioned as he rushed outside with a worried look on his face.

"What was in that sandwich?" I groaned out, still reeling from tossing out my only food for fourteen hours.

"Onions, tomato, spinach, daffodils, sunflower, turnips..."

"Wait, wait, was that one before last?" I asked with worry.

"Sunflower?" he questioned.

"No before that."

"Daffodils?

"Aye, that would explain it."

"Why, what wrong with daffodils?" Spike asked.

I then proceeded to go into a long discussion onto the digestive systems of humans, trying to avoid some obvious worries these creatures might have. After I finished my lecture, turning down any attempts to cook a better meal for me, I asked if he could show me to the guest bedroom.

"Sure, right this way."

After a long walk, up a height-challenged stairway, we arrived at a closed door, that opened into a quiet, but pleasant bedroom. I said goodnight to Spike, and closed the door.

After he was assuredly not at the door, I relaxed a bit.

"After a day like this, I sure should have some adventures in store, if I happen to survive this world's next ordeal. Oh, well. No sense fretting about the future."

Having full-filled my quota for talking to myself, I settled on the bed, which was surprisingly comfy, and had what felt like the first good night sleep in 5 years. Minus the odd dreams of course.