It took a while, but Mat Pat eventually managed to squeeze a word in, finally stopping Twilight’s endless rambling about his videos. “I’m so sorry to interrupt, Miss Sparkle, but will you please indulge me and tell me where in the world I am? I mean, I’ve never seen anything like this place. And pastel-colored ponies that can speak?” He shook his head. “Honestly, it’s quite preposterous,” he said. He still wasn’t certain whether the freak-out meter should be at “Okay, that’s fine” or “OH, NO, I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE.”
“I… already told you,” Twilight said. “You’re in my castle, in Ponyville.”
“But where on Earth is this… Ponyville?” The name alone was absurd, never mind all the other impossibilities.
This time, Twilight frowned. Regarding Mat Pat flatly, she replied, “I already told you that, too.”
Heat flushed Mat Pat’s face, and he gave a sheepish grin. “Oh. I must not have been paying attention—it is quite a lot to take in, after all.”
“True,” Twilight agreed. “Well, to reiterate, you’re in Equestria, which is ruled by the Four Princesses, of which I am one. You are welcome to stay in the castle while you’re here—”
A pounding at the door brought Twilight up short. She flicked her ears back and scowled at the door, as if to make the knocker leave. The pounding continued.
“Excuse me for just a moment,” she said, offering Mat Pat the pleasant smile of one who was trying very hard to keep hold of her patience. Then she went to the door and swung it aside without even touching it—but a magenta glow surrounded her horn and the doorknob. Mat Pat’s eyes widened at the sight. Real magic. But magic was a scientific impossibility! It couldn’t be magic; it must be something else, something that made sense.
Another pony, this one sans any horns or wings, stood on the other side of the bedroom door. She was pink, and her rosy hair looked almost like cotton candy.
Twilight blinked, as though surprised to see the mare. “Pinkie Pie?”
“Oh, hey, Twilight,” said the pony Twilight had called Pinkie Pie. “Is that cute, hunky stallion awake yet? I sure would love to show him around Ponyville and get him to that—” She paused, rubbernecking quickly, and then lowered her voice to possibly the loudest whisper Mat Pat had ever heard. “To his Welcome to Ponyville party.” Then Pinkie returned to her normal volume, which was high-pitched enough to break glass, making Mat Pat wonder what the windows here were really made of. “You know, so he can get to know everypony and make some friends andmaybe get a special somepony,” she added with a smile and a wink.
Twilight groaned, dragging a fore hoof down her face. “Look, Pinkie,” she began in a more appropriate whisper, though Mat Pat could still make out what she was saying, if only just, “I don’t want you to scare this nice stallion off like you did Flash Sentry. You do know that Flash doesn’t want to even see me again, don’t you? I like this stallion, and I think…” Her scowl darkened, and her voice dropped too far for Mat Pat to hear.
“B-b-b-but—!” Pinkie abruptly stammered, crestfallen.
“No buts!” Twilight intervened. “Promise you won’t scare him off. You can show him around and have a small party, but nothing big. Promise me, okay?”
“B-b-b-but he’s sooooooooooooo cute!”
Twilight flared her wings, making her seem larger than she really was. Magic flared and sparked around her horn. “Pinkie Promise me!”
Pinkie’s lower lip quivered in a fierce pout, eyes huge and glistening. After a reluctant minute, she said in a tiny voice, “Fine… Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.”
“Good.” Twilight nodded, relaxing her tense posture. She started to say more, but then glanced back at Mat Pat and quieted. She ushered Pinkie farther into the hall with a wing and said over her shoulder, “We’ll be right back. If you need anything, just ask Spike.” With that, her horn glowed, and she shut the door, blocking Mat Pat’s view of both her and Pinkie.
Mat Pat stared at the closed door for a long while. He’d been in this upside-down world less than an hour and had two women—er, mares—ogling him like an original, mint-condition copy ofThe Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask. How in the world was he going to survive long enough to joke about it with his wife? How was he going to get back to his wife?
“So why are you here?”
Mat Pat jumped, whirling to find the small dragon watching him with flinty, emerald eyes. He’d forgotten the dragon was there.
The dragon—no, Spike, his name was Spike—crossed his arms and arched an eyebrow. “Well?” he asked, tapping the claws of one foot on the tile. His tone alone could have melted icebergs.
“Oh, um…” Mat Pat’s ears drooped, and he shuffled his hooves. It was an odd experience; he’d never had hooves before, after all. “Well, I’m not really sure. You see, I was…” And he began to explain what all had happened to him, doing his best to keep the freak-out meter from imploding over the fact that he was talking to an actual, possibly fire-breathing, Spyro-purple dragon.
Whoo hoo! An update! Raise the Sun! Clear the clouds! All hail our lady Faust! I really am happy to see another update for this story, congrats by the way.
One thing though, this chapter doesn't really continue so well as I think it could. The beginning was a little bit jarring, so maybe next time you could just add a line briefly telling us where we are. (ex. Twilight just kept going on and on about wherever this was, though that little tidbit of information Mat Pat had lost in the deluge of information)
Other than that, good job!
eh a little short but still pretty funny.
7347114 true but im not having the climax be that simple cause no offense but that kind of sounds like a cop out and a really cheap ending im trying to put him in enough hectic situations. Also this takes place affter season five but before season six
7346904 ill keep that in mind i have an idea for ch4 that i might start typing today or tonight or tomarrow night but this does beg the question in my head which is one who do you think mat pat is going to go for cause yes hell eventually get a mare friend and two would be is this story going to be good enough for a sequel
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As much as it seems that Twilight would be his type, what with being a scientist and all, I think that Pinkie might win out because of her sheer disregard for the laws of physics in general. Twilight and Mat Pat would probably end up as debate buddies.
As far as making a sequel, I think it would be best to focus on this story for now, and once the dust has cleared and you're looking at the final product, see how you feel about it, and if you're willing, plunge back in for round two.
7348932 well i already have an idea of who he is going to fall for