Timberwolf
As the Mane Six watched on in horror, the snarling Timberwolf charged at the human, preparing to tear him to shreds... but then, the wooden animal got a funny look on its face... before it skidded to a stop, then approached the human, acting very submissive. As the Timberwolf sidled up to the human and then sat down, the man crouched to scratch behind the animal's wooden ears. "Good boy," he said softly as the wolf panted softly with pleasure. "Good boy."
Manticore
Fluttershy cried out in fear as the heavily scarred Manticore leaped out of the shadows... but then her cry petered off as the huge animal tackled the man to the ground and started to lick and nuzzle the human; as if the animal were greeting a long lost friend, or a brother. No sooner had the Manticore done this however than the tables were turned as the human gently wrestled the beast onto its belly. The Manticore tried to 'fight' its way free of the humans hold, as if it were all some big game, but then the beast 'gave in', purr-rumbling with bliss as the human started to pet and scritch his belly.
Changelings
As the insectoid pony in the humans lap - blissed from what the human was doing to her with his hands - chittered and purred with pleasure - the three other drones with him pouted; when would they get a turn. The teenage nymph in the humans lap currently just didn't give a damn whatsoever; she just wriggled gently, moving this way and that way so that she might feel his touch all over as the man petted and rubbed and massaged her...
Kesuke Miyagi
"Wax on, wax off. Wax on, wax off. Wax on, wax off..." Mr. Miyagi drilled Scootaloo relentlessly, over and over again but she didn't care. The human was punishing her. Why? "You should no have provoke fight with Diamond Tiara. That is not the way of Harmony. That is not how you use Miyagi-do Karate."
At this, Scootaloo - despite her Master's instruction - stopped and turned to face Miyagi-Sensei, her eyes moist with tears. "I know, Master, but... but..." She moved to hug the elderly man who had taught her so much; who had become the Father she's never had. "... I just get so tired of her and Silver Spoon bullying me and my friends all the time."
The poor filly burst into tears, then, and Miyagi rocked her, holding her gently as she cried. "I know," he said softly, warmly. "But Scoot-a-loo, there are other ways to fight her, without violence; without Miyagi-do. Miyagi-do should only be used to defend life; never to attack. Now..." and here, he released her, pushing her to arm's length--becoming Miyagi-Sensei again. "When we finish here, what will you do?" he asked gentle but firm.
The orange purple-maned filly straightened. "I will formally apologize to Diamond Tiara for my actions; then to Filthy Rich for dishonoring him by attacking her, to repair the wa of their House, Miyagi-Sensei," she said, formally. At this, Kesuke Miyagi smiled. "Good," he said. "Now... wax on, wax off. Wax on, wax off. Wax on, wax off..."
Chrysalis
It was hopeless; no matter where the mane six turned, the changelings were everywhere, ravaging the city of Canterlot and stealing love. Twilight, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Pinkie Pie and poor Fluttershy were utterly outnumbered. They were done for--or were they? Suddenly, as the changeling army made to continue their advance, the myriad Drones, Soldiers, Praetorians and great Behemoths began to collapse, expressions of sheer bliss on their faces as they went down. Intrigued, the mane six made their way to the Royal Palace of Canterlot where, upon arriving at the throne room, they beheld a most amusing sight.
Upon the throne normally occupied by Princess Luna sat David, the odd though friendly human High Templar who had helped Equestria so many times in the past; stretched out in his lap, Queen Chrysalis lay, gently tap-tapping his thigh as he petted her gently and scratched her behind the ears. "Oh," the Queen purred, blissfully, "more, please... more..." She moaned softly, then, and - as a bemused Princess Celestia and Luna looked on - happily, he obliged her.
David buried his hands in her mane, he scratched her behind the ears, roamed his hands over and under her delicate wings and generally petted and caressed any of her sensitive places that weren't covered with hard chitin. As the Queen slumped bonelessly in his lap, eyes closed, smiling gently, the human softly intoned, "Leave her to me, okay? I don't think you'll have any more trouble with her, or her hive." Celestia nodded, swallowing thickly as Queen Chrysalis brazenly rolled onto her back, baring her underbelly. Luna, meanwhile, was giving the Queen a severe eyeball as she pouted jealously.
The Man In The Chair
Twilight first met the man when she came down into the Library to do some research that morning. At first, she was startled - who is this man? Why is he here? - but her natural curiosity won out over any other feelings she might have had about the stranger in her Library. Slowly, cautiously, she approached him. "Hello," she said softly, "my name is Twilight Sparkle. May I ask who you are?" Then, there was silence in the Library - not a sound save for the world moving around her and the man - and Twilight became concerned. The man hadn't reacted to her query at all... and upon further examination, she found that he wasn't physically moving at all, save for a few twitches from his facial muscles. The chair in which he sat, and the clothes he wore upon his body, made him appear very small.
His chair, Twilight noted, seemed to be a highly sophisticated piece of technology, certainly far more advanced than anything she'd ever seen in Equestria. Suddenly, in the silence, she heard it. Click.Click. Click. Click.Click. Click. The little pony's eyes dropped to the man's lap; there she espied some kind of small boxlike device held in one of his hands, which he was depressing repeatedly with two of his fingers, making the clicking sound. A few moments later, Twilight's eyes widened as a strange mechanical voice came from the man--no, from his chair. "Hello, Twilight. My name is Stephen Hawking."
And thus began the meeting between one of Earth's scientific greats, and the Student of Princess Celestia. Both learned of each other's lives... but when Stephen Hawking told her about his Motor Neuron Disease - of how his body had slowly, gradually failed, leaving him crippled and confined to his special chair - poor Twilight's eyes misted over with tears... and then, suddenly, she was moving - head forward, gaze seeking, nose questing, nudging gently underneath his other hand, snuffling into his trousers as she wept softly with sympathy. Click.Click. Click. Click.Click. Click... she heard again and then, a moment later, "Please, don't cry for me, Twilight," Stephen stated through the system in his chair that allowed him to speak. "I came to terms with this a long time ago. Everything will be all right." His words, gentle though they were, only made her cry harder.