Sherlock didn't know what to think at this point. Here he was on an unfamiliar planet with talking ponies and now this! Something blatantly covering his sight and not letting go. A strong scent of cakes accompanied the hooves. Sherlock didn't know whether to forcefully rip the hooves of whoever they belonged to off or wait until they themselves did it. Thankfully though, his silent calls were answered.
“ Pinkie Pie get off him.” sighed Twilight. Sherlock knew instantly with the tone of her voice that this was something Pinkie Pie usually would do. And that should have comforted him. But the fact remained that they could have possibly let a mentally insane pony in the house who just so happened to miss his neck trying to choke him. But that was all just a big guess. Sherlock waited for a moment longer before the hooves were removed and standing directly in front of him was a pink pony with extremely curly pink hair. Pinkie Pie stood not half a foot from him.
“ Could you please step back miss.” Asked Sherlock. Pinkie didn't move but her smile increase. “ Twilight can I ask you move this pony away from me before I do it myself. Where I come from, personal space is a given.” Said Sherlock while glancing at her. Twilight just shook her head and pointed back to where Pinkie was. Sherlock turned around and saw that she wasn't there. How! Thought Sherlock. He whipped his head around and finally found her standing next to Fluttershy.
“Pink. Both mane and coat. Party balloons as her signature. Constant smile. Eyes wide and aware. Muscles just slightly tensed and ready to act. Gleaming face dictates of a picture of happiness. Eyes wide and alert. Moving only to glance at the others. Such wide and quick burst of movement only occurs when high amounts of sugar are consumed. Hmm, but wait, slight crease at the eyes. Very small. Small enough that it could only form when one was a child. A child who hasn't had the best of upbringings. This pony has had most abysmal past. Hair is straight at the root and continues for some time before curling into oblivion. Other single strands of hair are straight. Two hair styles perhaps? One straight. One curly .No physical sign of wear and tear. But however, a small amount of lighter coloured coating around the mouth. Suggests eating is more on this ponies agenda. The smell.” Sherlock thought to what he first smelled when the hooves were around him. “The bakers. Sugersquare, Sugerduke. No. Sugercube. Obviously works at the only bakers located in this village. Wait. Small amount of fine dark powder at the base of her right hoof. Too fine to by gun powder but easily in the same class. Such a fine grade of powder is only used in party poppers. Not only a baker then but either a party enthusiast or a party planner … or both. Conclusion. A pony whom works at the bakers as both a baker herself and a pony heavily involved in party planning or related. Suffering from a hyperactive disorder, possibly due to her childhood.”
“ Hello there miss Pie. A pleasure.” Said Sherlock. Pinkie visibly swelled with joy and grinned wider.
“ Hellooo there mister! Hey are you a friends of Twilight's? I saw you-”
“ Pinkies usually a little too chatty.” Said Twilight, while holding a hoof over said ponies mouth. Sherlock nodded in response and Twilight turned to the pink pony and smiled. “ Pinkie … don't you now have a party to plan?”
“ Oh silly me. Almost forgot. Almost. Bye, bye, bye, bye.” Pinkie said. Saying bye every time she bounced while leaving the room. Sherlock stared.
“ But that height shouldn't be obtainable...”
“ That's Pinkie for yah. We usually just let her be-”
“ Miss Applejack. Everything must have a way to be described but unfortunately for me, that mare just defied a law that everything has no choice to follow. Can you explain how she did that?” Asked Sherlock.
“ Magic ah suppose.” Applejack said with a slight tug of a smile. Sherlock looked like he had just been hit by a bullet.
“ Clearly.” He said, resorting to just a one word answer for now.
“ Anyway, girls. This here is Sherlock. He's new here and is a detective from Canterlot.”
“ The Royal Guard have detectives?” Asked Applejack.
“ I know I thought the same but yes they do. New branch that's been introduced after the Changeling’s.” Said Twilight. Applejack nodded and went back to sizing up this new pony in front of her. Rainbow Dash, ever the enthusiast, blurred to a hover in front of him.
“ So! You saw any action lately. Oh and I'm Rainbow Dash. Fastest flier in all of Equestria.” Said the rainbow manned pegasus. Sherlock gave her one look and came to one conclusion. Egotistical. Nevertheless, he thought he'd have some fun.
“ Rainbow Dash. Are we finished, good. Next.”
“ Wow wow wait.” Rainbow barked. Sherlock just smiled. Here's the bait. And you took it. “ You're not gonna tell my how you have like a whole wall dedicated to keeping an eye on-”
“ No miss Dash we don't keep and eye on you because there's no need to. And aside from that fact we don't need to worry about catching you if you were to break the law because we have several other pegasus who are most likely faster.” You could practically here the boding tone under Sherlock's voice. Truth be told he had no clue but every now and again he saw it fit to have a little comedy. Rainbow looked like she was about to explode but Twilight came to the rescue.
“ He has a point. There's probably at least one pegasus out there who's just as fast as you.”
“ Oh yeah! Well I bet I'm still twice as fast as this pegasus. You just tell'em were to come and I'll show you!” Yelled Rainbow.
“ You do know we have absolutely no idea if there is a faster pegasus deary. Twilight was just using facts as she normally does.” Rarity said. Chuckling at the last part.Rainbow turned a little red sheepishly looked away.
“ Yeah well … whatever.” She said.
Sherlock found himself introduced to another pony he knew as Fluttershy. Her name was by no means just for show. She looked like she was afraid of anything that moved. This was later confirmed by Rainbow who told him she wasn't afraid, just shy. Fear came after shyness so it seemed plausible. They talked for the rest of the coming day and found out about some of Sherlock's past charades. True, he had to change the names slightly of his friends and tell it as if he were still a pony but they liked the stories nonetheless. Time crept onwards until the moon was high in the sky.
“ Well then everypony, I think its time we hit the hay.” Said Twilight with a yawn.
“ Yeah I have some serious weather patrolling to do tomorrow. So I don't think I'll see you all that much. But hey, we need to hear more of this guys stories!” Rainbow said before flying through the door. She was closely followed by Fluttershy and Applejack who both said goodbye respectively and oddly enough, they hadn't seen any sign of Pinkie Pie after she left to prepare Sherlock a welcoming party.
“ She might have everypony in the library for all you know.” Rarity joked as Sherlock and Twilight exited.
“ Yeah that would be something Pinkie would do.”
“ I rather hope that's not the case.” Commented Sherlock. Twilight rolled her eyes.
“ Well bye for now Rare!”
“ You too deary. I'll be seeing you both soon I suspect.” She smiled before letting the door close on them. Twilight turned and saw that Sherlock was already on his way home.
“ Hey, you didn't wait on me.” Twilight growled after catching up. Sherlock carried on while looking forward.
“ I asked you to hurry up but you never listened so I assumed you wanted to talk more.” Came his reply. Twilight bit her tongue and walked aside him. Yes, she knew what he was like more than the others. But none more so than the person Sherlock actually missed at this point. He didn't think it would be possible for it to happen but he actually missed his friend. His one friend.
“ Well I'll see you tomorrow.” Twilight said, smiling as she climbed the stairs. Sherlock didn't reply. Too caught up in the fact that it was only just hitting him that he won't see his accomplices nor his only friend.
“ I wonder.” Sherlock mused to himself, amused at the thought of John trying to cover for his disappearance … or death.