STORY #16
Sweet Dreams Can Come True
"Seriously, Twilight, how often do I ask you for favours?" you say as your eyes track the alicorn, who is pacing around the library. "All I'm asking is that you use your powers to fetch some stuff for me."
"It's not that simple," she replies. "But the last time I used this kind of magic, I tore you away from your friends and family and dragged you kicking and screaming into Equestria."
You sigh. "Yes, but that was different," you smile in an attempt to console her. "What I am asking for isn't another person, or a pet... or even alive for that matter. I just want to experience a couple of things from my old life that I miss."
Twilight smiles back before breaking out in giggles at the pleading expression on your face. You've got your hands clasped together as though you're praying, your eyes have widened to puppy levels and you've got a pout which Rarity would be proud of. Twilight turns away and waves her forelegs at you. "All right, all right!" she pleads. "I'll get these things if you just stop doing that!"
You grin, dropping the pout and returning your eyes and arms to their normal positions. "Thanks, Twi," you reply. "Now, the things I'm after are a drink called Irn-Bru and a chocolate bar called a Curly Wurly. They are pretty much the best things ever conceived by mankind... and I love them so much."
You describe the items in detail, so that Twilight knows exactly what she is looking for. Once you're satisfied that she does, you step back and allow her to charge her horn with magic while you eagerly lick your lips in anticipation of the delectable tastes to come.
The spell goes off exactly like you first remember it: a loud humming noise, followed by a flash of light, a loud bang, a slight ringing in your ears and then the feeling of hitting something solid as you're blasted into the wall. Ahh, good times.
As you open your eyes, you are greeted by the wonderful sight of a bottle of Irn-Bru and a Curly Wurly bar. Blinded by your eagerness you reach out to grab them with both hands — only to be greeted with something soft and two sharp gasps of shock.
"Hey!" a mare yells. "Get your hooves off me!"
"Yeah!" another mare adds. "We're not those kinds of mares, so go and find somepony else to—!"
At the sudden silence, you look up to find yourself staring at a couple of Earth ponies. One is orange with a blue mane and tail while the other is a silver colour with a curly two-tone red and blue mane and tail. You quickly withdraw your hands from what you've just realised are their flanks and look at Twilight, who is looking at the two new arrivals in alarm. "No, no, no, no," she whines. "This wasn't supposed to happen! Wait... how did this happen?!"
The orange mare snorts. "I dunno," she shrugs. "But, for some bizarre reason, part of me is glad that it did." She shakes her head and holds out a forehoof. "Where are my manners? I'm Irn Bru, and this is Curly Wurly, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"Uh... likewise," you reply hesitantly. "Say, Twilight, could I have a word with you in private for a moment or two?" Without waiting for her to respond you take a hold of her horn and drag her into the kitchen. "What the hell did you do?!" you demand, your voice halfway between a whisper and a shout.
Twilight groans. "When I was casting the summoning spell, I was focusing on the descriptions you gave me of the things you wanted," she replies. "I guess I concentrated a little bit too much." She facehoofs. "I'm sorry, I really am. But I can't exactly fix this... because that would technically mean we have to kill them."
You let out a long, drawn-out sigh. "So, basically, I've gotten what I wanted... just not in the way I was expecting?" Twilight nods. "Great. So what do you suggest we do about it?"
"By doing the same thing we do for anypony who is new to this town," Twilight says with a small smile. "We make them our friends! After all, we're the ones who dragged them here."
You chuckle. "I guess that could work," you shrug. "And I know that Pinkie Pie will be overjoyed at the prospect of throwing two more welcome parties." You look at the two new arrivals. "All right, ladies, allow me to be your guide to Ponyville."