Fluttershy's House; 8:00 am
Ever since I had gotten 'home', Fluttershy had been bothering me about who my new friend was. It got kind of annoying, but it was also hilariously cute because she would always add "if you don't mind" or "if it's okay with you" at the end of every question.
Eventually I decided to throw her a bone by mentioning that it was a mare, but for Derpy's sake I was keeping her identity a secret for now.
Fluttershy seemed to accept this, but I think I might've made it worse because she's begun to subtly fish for info on my past relationships and bring up my friend that is a mare. (Yes, there is a reason I worded it like that.)
After a light breakfast consisting of a small salad and a couple veggie sandwiches, Fluttershy invited me on an outing so that I could see the rest of Ponyville. Having not had time to see much when I arrived, I naturally agreed.
First she showed me where her friends lived. Applejack's farm and Rarity's boutique were nice, but I had no interest in them. No offense to Applejack, but her place was a farm, and the boutique.... Well let's just say I wouldn't be going there anytime soon. (Knock on wood). Rainbow Dash's cloud house I found impressive, considering that humans back on earth weren't able to manipulate clouds. I felt a little worried about going back into the town itself though. I mean, I hadn't exactly arrived here under the best of circumstances.
Instead, it turned out that I didn't have much to worry about. Many of the ponies seemed to believe that since I had passed Twilight's interrogation, I must be pretty okay. However, there were more than a few ponies that gave me nervous or hostile looks, .not that I minded.
We wandered around town for a while, Fluttershy showing me shops and different places of interest. Some of the more friendly ponies introduced themselves when we passed by. (What, you think Fluttershy introduced them to me? You're crazy.) Some of the more interesting ponies included Octavia, a refined brown earth pony mare who played classical music, and her friend Vinyl, a white unicorn mare who seemed to have an insatiable love for dubstep.
At midday, I asked Fluttershy about getting lunch, to which she happily agreed. We eventually ended up at the Ponyville Cafe. It wasn't a very big place, but Fluttershy insisted that they had good food. I'll admit, they had good service, because as soon as we sat down at a table, a waiter was there with a couple of menus. After some discussion, both me and Fluttershy decided to have salads, veggie burgers, and apple cider. (The meal came with hay fries, but I passed on those, and I don't know what else they put in the cider, but I swear I was drinking vodka. But isn't that made from potatoes? Hmm.....)
Anyway, when we had finished our meal and ventured back onto the streets, which were surprisingly empty, Fluttershy began steering me towards another part of town. (Now that I think about it, Fluttershy has been quite a bit more open and direct than she normally is.) I looked to my right and spotted my aquantence from last night. I raised a hand in greeting, but Derpy refused to look at me. Was it because of last night? Also, I need to look up why vamponies don't burn in the sunlight here.
After a few minutes of walking, we found ourselves in front of a very pink building, covered in decorations. I think I got diabetes just from looking at it, and reapers can't get sick!
"This is Sugarcube Corner, the bakery where Pinkie Pie works," Fluttershy said.
"Hm, why doesn't that surprise me?" I muttered, remembering the psychoticly hyper pony.
I approached the bakery and noticed that though the blinds were closed, there was no sign of light coming from within the building.
"Doesn't seem like anypony is home." I commented. "Maybe we should come back another ti-" *tinkle*
I looked over and was surprised to find Fluttershy holding the bakery door open.
"Fluttershy, isn't this considered breaking and entering?"
The yellow pegasus shuffled nervously. "Mr. and Mrs. Cake won't mind if we pop in for a minute while their gone.. They're nice ponies, really."
Still uncertain, I ducked under the door and entered the bakery.
Hardly had I finished straightening myself, when the lights flicked on and the room suddenly filled with ponies, all of them yelling, "Surprise!"
I froze, and instinctively did a half-second scan of the room, searching out potential enemies and usable escape routes, before I realized that I wasnt in a dangerous situation.
I breathed a sigh of relief, then looked over my shoulder at Fluttershy, who was hiding behind her mane.
I chuckled softly, then suddenly my head was yanked to the front, and I found myself face to face with the ever so loved, yet psychotic mistress of pink herself, Pinkie Pie.
"OhhiGeorgeIwashopingyouwouldcomebecauseIhadthishugesurprisepartyplannedforyoubutthenIthoughtwhatifhedoesntcomebutthenIfeltmykneesstartknockingeventhoughidonthavekneesandIrealizedthatyouwerecomingsoIgatheredupeveryponyIcouldfindandbroughtthemhereandsaidletssurpriseGeorgebecausehesnewhereandIhaventthrownapartyforhimyet,sooooooooooooo--
Pinkie was cut off upon the event of an orange hoof having been shoved into her mouth. I pulled away, then turned and met Applejacks gaze and nodded my thanks.
"Sorry 'bout that." Applejack said. "Pinkie here has always been one to talk."
"It's alright." I shrugged.
I then looked around for my pink maned pegasus, but not seeing her, I sauntered my way over to the snack table, where I looked over the large variety of treats.
There were cupcakes, cakes, cookies, brownies, and a large variety of Apple products, courtesy of a specific farmer I assume, spread out along a ridiculously long table.
"You gonna eat any of that, or are you just trying to look busy?"
I glanced over my shoulder, then moved aside, allowing the rainbow maned 'super' pegasus access to the table of goodies.
"Thanks pal." Rainbow Dash immediately began to stuff her face with food.
I looked once again at the contents of the table, then selected a rainbow striped cupcake. As I mentioned before, even though reapers don't need to eat, we can. I mean, maybe we want to explore flavors too.
I bit into the cupcake, and died in two different ways.
The first, was that I died and went to heaven. The taste was just amazing! I mean....there were no words for it! It was the epitome of delicious! All the flavor blew my mind and was indescribable!
The second part of me exploded with diabetes and committed suicide from the amount of sugar imbedded within the seemingly innocent treat.
I let out a small cough and moved to a back corner of the shop where I could die in peace. Perhaps I could take some of these back to Earth as weapons for future use.
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It was late into the evening when I finally found Fluttershy again. She was seated in a booth on the opposite end of the bakery with Twilight and Rarity.
I approached and was greeted with a smile from Fluttershy, a verbal greeting from Twilight.....and an unapproving frown from the fashionista.
"George, dear," Rarity said. "are those the only set of clothes you have with you?"
I frowned thoughfully. Now that I thought about it, the only things I had packed were objects that would help me with my job. After all, I had been told to pack light, in case I had to make a hasty retreat back to Earth.
"I guess they are." I said finally.
I noticed Twilight seem to brace herself but before I could comment on it, I was struck full force by the mind shattering and will-breaking force that is a psychotic fashion designer.
"GOOD HEAVENS! YOU MUST COME WITH ME IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!!!"
I suddenly found myself enveloped in blue magic and hauled off my feet by Rarity.
"Luckily for you, I have both the place and the resources to fix your problem." Rarity then dragged me out of the bakery, and probably, to my doom.
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Rarity's Boutique
I have to hand it to Rarity, she has a powerful, one-track mind when it comes to fashion. The moment we entered her little shop of horrors, she had carefully set me down on one of those modeling platforms with all the mirrors, and within seconds, had levitated a large book of clothing designs into my face and insisted that I pick ones that I liked.
Now, I don't know why she even asked, because the moment I pointed at one, she would deny it, saying that the pattern would contrast the flatness of my hair, or it didn't match this one pixel of color in my left eye. It was only after I had finally lost my patience and interrupted her flow of words, for which I recieved at least an hour's lecture in proper etiquette, that I was able to point out that the designs in her book were meant for ponies, not me.
Naturally she apologized and chided herself for being so foolish, but then made it worse by, after having and winning a furious argument with me, almost literally forcing me to strip down to my boxers so that she could get an idea of how my clothes were supposed to look when flat, folded up, etc.
Then I had to get dressed again so that Rarity could take my measurements, of which I didnt know I had so many, and so the fashionista could study how the clothes were supposed to look when I put them on.
The only arguement I won was convincing her that every suit had to look like my normal one. Dark gray jacket and pants, black shirt, the whole shebang. Naturally I hit heavy resistance from the fashionista, but this was the one topic in which I was the most stubborn.
It was roughly 11:45 pm before I was released, with the promise of several matching suits within the week.
I trudged down the path and soon found Fluttershy's cottage within sight.
I entered, and after checking to see if my hostess had turned in for the night, (she had), I plopped myself down into the armchair in the living room and, after letting out a deep breath, closed my eyes.
I know I've said it before, but reapers don't need to sleep.
But after traumatic events like what I had just gone through, sometimes it just feels so nice to relax.
But often, relaxation is mearly the vanguard, for carelessness.