Your dream was, as it always is, terrible. The nightmares that
haunted you for as long as you remember have not stopped, even with
you in a comfy bed and away from the shelter. The dreams are always
the same. You, alone, stranded in a black abyss. You look around to
see nothing but the absence of color. Black. A laugh is then heard. A
deep, hardy laugh. Evil, perhaps. You look for the source of the
sound, only to see more black. When you return your head forward, and
arrow pointing down appeared. You look down, seeing a newly formed,
small, white square in the darkness. You close your eyes and jump. You
fall. And fall. And fall. And fall. You feel like you're going to fall
forever.

But your eyes shoot open and you body jolts awake, putting you in
an upright position. You feel cold and are drenched in sweat. You feel
anger towards yourself. Every time! No matter how many times you have
that same exact dream, you always do this! It just feels so real, you
can't explain it.

You look around the room, seeing no change in it from last night.
Well, that's what you thought at first until you looked to your side
to see a chair that wasn't in here last night somehow made its way in
here with a sleeping pony in it. That pony is non-other then Rarity.
You're confused. Why is she in here? What's wrong with her room? You
move to wake her, but stop. You don't want to get her angry, so you
quietly lay back down in the bed.

Only for a giant creaking of wood to be heard.

You jump in fright from the sudden sound, falling off the bed and
plopping to the floor, creating a loud bang. You hastily get up,
looking to see if Rarity was woken from this.

And she was. Her eyes flutter awake and she let's out a yawn. She
looks around to see you, kneeling on the floor, head just over the
bed, staring at her with nervous eyes. You expect her to be mad.

But she's not.

Instead, she starts to laugh. You let out a sigh of relief. She's
not mad. Good.

After a mini laughing fit, she calms down. You are now sitting in
the bed with perfect posture and your hands tight at your knees. "My
my, your sure know how to wake a lady up, don't you?" Rarity playfully
asks. You just smile. "Well, I suppose you're wondering why I'm in
your room." you nod your head. "During the night, when I walked by on
my way for a glass of water, I peaked in on you to make sure you're
alright. I say you tossing and turning in bed, and sweating heavily. I
couldn't leave you like that! You were clearly having a nightmare! So
I tried to wake you up, but apparently you're a heavy sleeper. So I
brought a chair in here to see if you'd wake up. I guess I fell asleep
in the process," she explains.

Well, that's a good reason.

"Thank you for your concern, Rarity, but I have that same dream
every night. There is no need for you to watch me," you tell her in
the most polite voice you can muster.

She smiles. "Well, either way, I couldn't even if I wanted to. Not
without seeming like a creep, that is. Today, you're going to
Twilight! You're permanent home!" she announces.

Your smile widens. If this new pony is half as nice as Rarity,
you'd be happy.

"But we aren't going know. We need to get ready and Pinkie needs
to get the party set up." she explains.

Who's Pinkie?

"Ok," you reply simply.

"Alright. Now, before we start getting ready, I think we should
eat breakfast. Now, please, refresh me on what you eat? I forgot,"
Rarity said, blushing a bit towards the end.

Understanding not all ponies have the time to stock up on human
research, you answer. "We eat most of what ponies eat, except flowers
and hay. Well, I suppose we eat flowers, as well. Cauliflower is a
flower, right? I think so. We mostly eat meat, though. Fish, chicken,
beef. But at the shelter, we mostly ate fish." you answer, then
quickly grab you're mouth shut. 'You're rambling! Shut up! No pony
likes a talkative human!' you yell at yourself in your head.

Rarity didn't seem to notice your helpless babble, or just didn't
care. But, her smile did deflate at the sound of you eating meat.

Ponies, as any grade-school graduate will know, are herbivorous.
Just in case you don't know what that is, it means they eat plants,
not meat. But, what is strange with the ponies you encounter (And
being a human grown to be a 'maid', you gain the education of a grade
school-er,) is that they are able to digest eggs, which are most
defiantly not plants. They use eggs in most of their cooking;
pastries, pasta, cake. Heck, they even drink milk. This has baffled
pony scientists for ages, and they just don't know why they, ponies,
not being able to digest meat, are able to digest eggs and milk.

But hey, no-pony's complaining.

Now, back to Rarity. You notice her smile leaving her face once
you mention meat. Most ponies, being herbivorous, despise the idea of
eating other creatures. But, most have come to realize it's a part of
nature, and some have even become butchers, mostly for people to have
a way to get meat for their 'widdle hue-mans'. Rarity here must
still dislike the fact some creatures, even ones that live with
ponies, eat meat.

"Though I can't say I agree with your meat eating ways," Knew it,
"I guess that's just the way it is."

You quickly speak up. "Rarity, vegetables will be fine." You know
meat is expensive, and you don't want her wasting money.

"No no no! It's what you eat! I must!" She replies.

Not wanting to argue, but feeling you must, you take a gulp, hope
to Celestia you won't get in trouble, and talk back. "But Rarity, meat
is a lot of money!"

"Don't worry about money, dear! Your presence here is more then
enough payment!" she answers.

Not really understanding what she meant, but not being the one to
fight a loosing battle, you don't press the subject, and just nod your
head.
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Before you two leave, Rarity fixed you up.

Your clothes were wrinkly (from sleeping in them) and in desperate
need to be washed again. So, she made you strip down and hand her your
clothes. She made a big deal about humans and their modesty, but
didn't look as you changed into a robe. A very ill-fitting robe. You
are guessing it's a size extra large for a pony. Defiantly not for a
human.

While your clothes were in rinse, wash, and repeat (curiosity of
Rarity's' amazing multitasking skills) she propped you up on a chair
and started to clean you up. Or, 'Make you presentable' as she said.

She combed back your hair after wetting it down and got it in a
very jagged, spiked look. She tweaked spikes, trying to make the un-
symmetrical style perfect, before taking a spray can and showering your
hair in it. The end result was spikes as hard as rocks sitting atop
your head, ready to puncture an unsuspecting foe.

Next was your nails. Grime and dirt was trapped under your
fingernails for year without cleaning and your hands were drier then a
dessert. That issue was quickly fixed with a tub of lotion, but the
fingernail problem remains. How was she going to get the dirt out?

That answer was quickly answered when she pulled out a rather
scary object. "Now, stay calm," she says as your eyes widen each inch
she moves it closer to your fingers,"I'm just getting the grime put.
Just washing your hands won't cut it."

The sharp object was inserted into your fingernails as you shut
your eyes closed, expecting pain. But instead, it was just a mild
discomfort.

This trend repeated 9 more times before the object was put away
and you let out a sigh of relief.

Your clothes finished and you rushed them on. Rarity looked over
you one last time before yelling "Perfect! Just one last thing." She
levitates a small, triangular glass bottle with a strange hose on it's
top over to you. You get close to it, examining it, then out of no
where, the pink liquid inside is sprayed onto you, luckily avoiding
your eyes. You sniff the air. 'Mmm... Fruity."

"You look absolutely dashing now!" Rarity nearly squealed.

"Well, it is because of you," you reply, looking over yourself in
the mirror. You're not egotistical, but you did look rather good.
Plus, you had deadly weapons on your head.

Rarity blushed, "Oh, stop it." Your stomach let out a loud rumble,
interrupting Rarity. This time, you blushed. "Now, I think it's time to
eat, wouldn't you say?"

You nod your head in agreement. Rarity makes her way out the door
and you follow suit, heading to wherever it is she's taking you.

"I never thought I'd have to go here," you heard her mumble under
her breath. You don't say anything, but it makes you wonder even more
where she's taking you.

Soon, you understand what she means.

She walks up, after a relativity long walk, to a dark colored
building that does not go at all with the makeup of the rest of the
town. A single door with no windows greets whoever walks by it. It's a
very shady looking building, aside from the red 'Open' sign hanging on
the door. Rarity hesitantly walks up to the door and pushes it open,
revealing an eerie scene, even for meat eaters.

Large chunks of meat hung from the ceilings on giant meat hooks on
both sides of the room, leaving just a pony-wide walkway to the glass
counter. Inside the glass counter held whole fish and what looked like
chicken covered in ice. A large, muscular stallion with a thousand
mile stare manned the register. Aside from being larger then the
average stallion, he looked fairly normal. Light brown fur (with
splotches of red and rust brown you only hope not to be blood
scattered on him) and a short, ginger colored mane and tail. His eyes
barely moved when you two entered. You looked over to Rarity, who was
carefully placing each step with the utmost of care, trying not to step
on any of the small puddles of blood on the floor.

After all, blood really does a number on coats.

You both made your way up to the counter, the stallions eyes
barely moving. You stood in front of him, Rarity by your side. He
didn't say a word. 'Awkward...'

"Uh... Hello?" Rarity spoke up.

"Hi! How may I help you?" the stallion, suddenly growing a (weird
and creepy) smile replied in a cheery voice. Taken aback from his
sudden act, it takes a few seconds to answer.

"Y-yes. I j-just am here f-for meat for this o-one," she points to
you, clearly scared. "W-what would y-you like?" she asks.

"Just fish, please," you quietly say.

"Fish, comin' up!" the stallion says as he grabs a fish from the
counter with his bare hooves and slams it down on the counter. "Would
you like this cooked?"

"U-uh... Y-yes please."

"Comin' up!" He goes into a back room, coming out minutes later
with a perfectly cooked fillet cut up and wrapped.

"Th-thank you," says Rarity, "How m-much will it b-be?"

"Don't worry! It's on the house! Plus, that human looks like it
could use some meat on his bones!" he looks over to you.

"Th-thank you very m-much, kind st-stallion," Rarity says, darting
for the door.

"Anytime!" you faintly hear him yes as you and Rarity dart out the
door.

And get as far away as possible.

Author's Note

OK, after over a month, I'm back!
I'd bore you with an excuse, but, as like assholes, everyone got one.