//------------------------------// // Correspondence // Story: Stuck In Equestria // by VaporingRat //------------------------------// Okay Declan, this is your subconscious telling you that although there is a real high possibility that you can go home, you don’t have to get all excited. Best prepare for the worst, just in case. ... WOOO WE’RE GOING HOME! “Spike! Need paper and quill, stat!” I order, a big grin eating my face. Spike saluted and dashed off inside. “Good news?” Twilight asked hopefully, and I nodded vigorously. “Oh yes! Princess Celestia can get us some oil. All we need to do is figure out how to refine it," I reply as Twilight and I head inside the library. Spike returned from upstairs with a new quill and parchment. I took it from him and went to the table, siting cross legged to write the letter. Dear Princess Celestia, Thank you for replying so quickly. I appreciate that you took time from your busy schedule to help me. I should begin by saying that petrol, which I mentioned previously, is a refined product of oil. Unfortunately, I do not know the refining process. However, I am sure that it would be easy, since we could do it with magic. That is really all I need, apart from a lightning cloud, but Twilight will talk to the weather ponies about that.Also, do you know how much oil you can provide? Three drums should be more than plenty. And how soon can you get it here so me and Twilight can look into the refining process? We would like to get started as soon as possible. Yours sincerely, Declan I stopped writing, paused to think for a moment, then grabbed a new sheet of parchment and began to write another letter. Dear Princess Luna, Thank you for sending me the letter! I appreciate that you and your sister would try your best to help. Your hand hoofwriting wasn’t that bad, although it wasn’t that good. At least it’s better than mine, as I’m sure you can see! I hope you are settling well back in your role as princess, I look forward to our next visit. Yours sincerely, Declan I rolled up both letters and gave them to Spike, who raised an eyebrow in curiosity, before smothering the rolls of parchment in emerald green fire. We watched the purple wisps fly out of an open window, up high into the sky. “Now we wait,” I say, lying my back onto the floor and unfolding my legs. We waited for a few minutes in silence, Twilight reading a book and sipping some tea, me lying on my back and gazing up at the ceiling, and Spike left us, doing who-knows-what. The peace, however, did not last very long. The door was suddenly flung open, revealing Pinkie Pie in the threshold, an unknown brown substance surrounding her muzzle. “Pinkie, are you okay?” Twilight asked in concern, as Pinkie stood motionless in the doorway, her eyes mere pinpricks. “I want more,” she said simply, looking right at me, eyes glowing in the shadow of the doorway. “More what?” I ask in bewilderment, feeling very afraid and uneasy about what was about to happen. In a flash, she travelled from the door to stand on top of me looking down into my eyes, not displaying the remotest hint of emotion. She then somehow produced something silvery and purple, practically shoving it in my face. I grabbed it from her, and was able to identify that it was a Cadbury’s chocolate wrapper. Oh. “I want more.” Pinkie spoke again, her gaze unwavering. Oh snap. “I-I only had the one bar...” I say weakly, before cringing for the fallout. Pinkie somehow grabbed the collar of my duster in her hooves and brought my face closer to hers. “Where can I get more?” “You can only get them on Earth, which we are unable to go to right now please don’t hurt me!” Red alert! Batten down the hatches! “WHAT?!” Pinkie released her grip on my duster, letting my head smack against the wooden floor. “But it’s the most delicious chocolate I’ve ever tasted! There’s literally nothing like it in Equestria! No, the whole planet! I must have more!” Note to self: keep Pinkie away from Hershey bars. “Oww...” I groan, sitting up and rubbing the back of my head. “It’s just chocolate-” Pinkie sharply turns to give me a phaser death glare set to kill “-that’s totally popular on Earth! No wonder you like it, but I can’t go and get any until I get fuel for the DeLorean, which won’t be for a long time yet,” I explain, whilst crossing my fingers behind my back. Pinkie narrowed her eyes at me. “Okie dokie lokie!” And with that, and a complete about-face, she hopped out of the library, leaving me, Sparkle and Spike looking on in complete confusion and bewilderment. “She’s insane. Totally nuts. Bananas. Off her rocker. Two McNuggets short of a happy meal...” I mutter, staring out through the open door at the pink menace as she bounced down the street through town. “Oookkkaaayyy...” Twilight said, closing the door with her magic, before I flung it open again as I dashed out as fast as I can. “Oh God I hope she didn’t take those mouldy potatoes!” Dear Declan, It is a shame that you don’t know the refining process. That said, I will have the scholars at Canterlot look for a way to perform the refining process. We will try our best to obtain three drums of crude oil, however procuring even one drum would take several weeks. I am sorry to say that it may take a long time for us to gather the oil and refine it, but rest assured, we shall not give up. Yours sincerely, Princess Celestia I sigh, tossing the letter onto the table. “Well?” Twilight asked, noticing my attempt to remain stoic. “It’s as I feared, they’re going to try their best, but she said it would take a long time.” I sigh again, nudging the bag of potatoes that Pinkie (thankfully) didn’t take. “Well, they’re working on it, and that’s what matters. In the meantime, you can continue staying here with me and Spike if you wish,” Twilight offered, trotting over to rest a hoof on my lower arm. “Cheers Twi, I wouldn’t want it any other way. And besides, I think this place is actually starting to grow on me,” I say, patting her head. “I guess hanging around town wouldn’t be too bad, as long as I steer clear of Pinkie.” Twilight chuckled, before moving to head upstairs. “It’s a good thing I bought that spare bed then,” she said from the stairs. “It may not be long enough though.” “It’ll be fine, I sleep curled up anyway,” I say nonchalantly, then sighing. “And, since I have a lot of time waiting on my hands, I might as well get started explaining about Earth, humans and our tech to you.” Twilight froze, before slowly turning with a wide grin plastered on her face. She practically teleported from the stairs to stand right next to me, notebook and quill in hand. “Oooh, I can’t wait to hear about your culture! Tell me everything!” She said in excitement, looking up at me in rapt attention. “Well, what do you want to know first?” I ask, as Twilight grabbed a plain wooden stool with her magic and placing it in front of mine, before sitting.] “There’s so much, I can’t decide!” She fidgeted on the stool in anticipation. “Okay, uhh... oh! Let’s talk about this,” I say, pulling out my iPhone. Twilight’s gaze instantly snapped to it. “This is an iPhone, generation 4 model. It’s main purpose is to communicate...”