//------------------------------// // Chapter 9 // Story: She's a Pony, He's a Human // by Lucky Seven //------------------------------// She’s A Pony, He’s A Human Chapter 9 Written by Seven81493 Edited by Miss Dark Angel Andrew had arrived at Rarity’s boutique without a hitch. He had been actually been shocked. He had expected something to go wrong, but nothing did. But there was the problem of the situation he was in at the moment. “Tell me again. Why can’t I move?” “Because, darling,” the alabaster fashionista began, “I need to measure you, and measuring a new species is a challenge in its own right.” “But did you have to paralyze me?” he retorted, obviously annoyed at Rarity’s methods. As soon as he had arrived at the boutique, he had nearly been assaulted by the white mare. She had been so excited about designing clothes for a new species that she had almost pulled her mane right out of her head. “Oh, please, Andrew, you tried running as soon as you saw me!” Rarity exclaimed, putting a hoof to her head, feigning hurt. “Yeah, well trust me, any sane being would have run when they saw you pull out those scissors with that creepy smile you had.” There was no denying that he was right about that. She had pulled out a pair of scissors from seemingly nowhere, and had giggled like a little school filly, all while closing in on the new human in town. “And I told you already that I’m sorry for that, dearie! Now just relax, and this will be done a lot faster than if you keep trying to squirm around.” Giving a defeated sigh, Andrew finally relented and relaxed the muscles in his body, his arms falling limp to his side. Almost immediately, Rarity went to work measuring him as quickly as she possibly could. Within just a few moments, it was finally over, and he was released from her magical grip. “Th-that’s it? You’re done?” “For now, but I still need to create some clothing for you. If you want, you can take a nap on my sofa until I’m done.” After thinking on it for a few moments, Andrew decided to take her up on her offer and walked over to her sofa, swiftly lying down on it and closing his eyes while the fashionista did what she did best. --- “Andrew.” Upon hearing his name, Andrew turned around and saw that Luna had once again invaded his dreams. “I know it’s a lot to ask, Luna, but seriously. Five minutes. Please, one of these days, give me five minutes to myself when I am dreaming, okay?” Nodding slowly, Luna blushed in embarrassment. “I apologize, Andrew. I merely wanted to question you on what happened this morning.” Immediately, Andrew flushed red. “H-how do you know about that?” “Oh please, Andrew, even my sister knows. So bear with me, and answer my questions, alright?” Pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, he let out a sigh, sat on the ground, and nodded, signaling for Luna to begin her interrogation. Following his actions, she sat on the ground adjacent to him, and prepared to ask her questions. “Thank you. Now, what happened after she lunged at you?” “You mean when she assaulted my lips with her own?” replied Andrew, to which Luna gave a nod in affirmation. “I thought you said you saw everything, Luna.” “To be honest, we immediately stopped looking in on you once that happened.” “And why were you looking in on us in the first place?” “My sister informed me that Twilight was entering her heat cycle, and that we needed to be sure nothing happened,” Luna quickly explained. But that wasn’t good enough for Andrew. If they saw that something happen, why didn’t they intervene? Why did they let Twilight take advantage of him like she had? “So why didn’t you stop her?” Luna looked taken aback at Andrew’s question, and he couldn’t blame her. “Pardon?” “You said you wanted to be sure nothing happened,” he recited, “so when she pounced me, why did you simply turn off your crystal ball or whatever the hell you two were using to watch us?” “We were using our minds, Andrew, and it was because we thought you could handle it. Clearly, we were correct.” Giving a sigh, Andrew chuckled. “Fair enough, I guess. But anyways, after that she started crying about, well, you know...” “Attempting to molest you?” Andrew gave another chuckle, but this one turned into a full blown laugh. “What is so funny, Andrew?” Wiping a tear from his eye, he gave a response. “Nothing, Princess. I just... I’ve never met someone who could be so blunt before.” At that, Luna giggled as well, a noise Andrew found strangely comforting. It reassured him that she was just like any other girl, not just some emotionless freak goddess. “Well, how about you finish telling me about what happened. I can sense that Rarity is nearly done and will wake you shortly.” “Alright, let me just give you a basic rundown. She cried, I comforted her, we ate breakfast, and then I came over to Rarity’s,” he explained swiftly, making the indigo alicorn giggle again. “One last question before I go, Andrew.” “Shoot.” “Do you like Twilight?” came the question, and Andrew couldn’t help but give a smug grin. Before she had even asked the question, he had known it was coming. But hell, he may as well just answer honestly. “Truthfully, I think I might, Luna,” was the genuine answer, which seemed to shock Luna, her eyes widening in response. But that phase ended quickly, and soon, she was hugging him. “That’s great, Andrew! But it’s time for you to wake up. And I’ll honor your wishes. Don’t expect to see me again tonight.” “Thanks, Luna,” was the last thing Andrew said before being jolted awake. At last, he had finally gotten that off of his chest, and admitted that he had a crush on that darned mare. He still wasn't going to act on it just yet, but at least he had finally admitted to it. Things were looking up. That is, until he heard the frightened yelling of a certain fashionista. God. Damn it. What now?!