It... may have been a little bit of an overreaction. For a second, all I could think was that the guy was dying horribly. While burping.

I put a hand to my chest, trying to slow my deep, rapid breaths.

"Whew. Just a letter. Just a letter. Shouldn't be freaking out. Okay. Calm down. So. What's it say?"

Spike clears his breath and gets all dignified to read it for everyone. Presumably, it's something he rather enjoys doing.

My Dearest Fellow Princess Twilight,

I would wish for you to bring your guest to Canterlot for a audience with myself. I'm sure you will agree that Equestria can learn much from these humans.

Princess Celestia

She sounds like a pleasant sort. I'd be glad to visit.

"Canterlot? That the huge city I saw to the north?"

"Yup! It's our capital, and the city where I lived as a filly!"

Sunny interjects.

"Don't listen to her. Canterlot's where all the worthless stuck-up heads-high nobles dwell. The princesses are the only good things there."

I realize that the sound of ice breaking is actually emanating from the Princess's teeth. She's pissed, for obvious reasons.

"Ah, ha ha, I... no offense?" Miss Days stammers out, putting on the weakest smile possible.

I don't have to detail how it turned into an ugly hissing match right then and there. Me, well, I just end up staring at the brewing storm in a bemused daze, like I'm wont to do. I take the opportunity to turn to the others in the room, after drinking another glass of water.

...She really does seem to love animals. Only she could make a grizzled attack cyberdog act like a puppy within an hour of meeting him.

"Is... Is it normal for her to... be like this?" I question no one in particular.

"Twilight has been a tad bit neurotic for as long as we've known her. Still, ah've never known her to be... violent," Applejack informs me.

"I guess anyone would act like that if you slighted their family hard enough. Still, is there anything to what she claimed?"

Rarity the unicorn speaks up.

"Darling, I do know from personal experience that Canterlot's elite class... is as your friend describes it, for a large part. I have met my share of snobs and... blue-blooded idiots," she informs me, scowling, looking more and more like she's reminiscing about some ex-boyfriend. She suddenly lightens up. "But Sunny's also wrong. The noble class does have many good-hearted ponies. They're not all as she thinks- Twilight's family being among those who don't let status get to their head."

"I'll remember that. Say, I don't suppose someone should try breaking them up?"

At this point, the two have begun tussling. Furiously. They've even knocked over a wonderful looking vase, among all the furniture they've disturbed. I do hope this isn't indicative of some violent class strife among these ponies. Regardless of that, they're not so different from humans, from all I've seen talking with them. They're just little people with hooves.

Any further musings I may have are interrupted by the door to the conference room being slammed open.

The Mayor of Ponyville was not a happy pony. She had been swamped with reports of what was alternately described as a "monster," an "alien," a "new friend," "somepony," and even a "flaming hottie" (She was considering revoking Bon Bon's license). Yet again, her supposedly "quiet backwater" town turned out to be nothing of the sort. She supposed that it wasn't too illogical, given the town's proximity to the Everfree Forest, various dimensional anomalies, and the number of contaminants in the water supply, but she regretted her political career nonetheless. Some manner of creature turning up and finding an audience with the local princess was the least of her worries.

What did seriously concern her was the fact that what she found in Town Hall's meeting hall was a furious battle between the Princess Regent of Friendship and an Earth Pony she had never seen before. As well as the (former, ever since the vine incursion that gave her a welcome break) Element Bearers, some manner of camouflaged ape-thing with a beard, and some... things? Whatever those two machine-creatures were, they weren't her problem. What did matter was the political disaster that was exploding within her territory. Right then, the... person, she had no idea what else to mentally call it, spoke up.

"Look, I've got nothing to do with this, ma'am! She's the one who disparaged Canterlot and pissed off the Princess! We're just sitting here, being bystanders! Right, girls?"

"Mm, hm!" I hear in agreement.

The beige pony groans and tries to cradle her obviously pained head in her front hooves. This is going to be a long, long day, and I'm suffering from some serious sleep deprivations.

...

Why the hell is she wearing a collar and tie?

Author's Note

I would have written more, but I hate my readers and want them to suffer.