Humans in Equestria

by Dyon

A Trip to the Orchard

The dining room was vacant save for the three ponies sitting at the table waiting on their meals to be presented to them. Steel idly tapped his hoof on the top of the table as he waited; the other supporting his head as he stared out of one of the three massive windows that overlooked the estate. Diamond was reading something, but since her end of the table was twenty feet away from me I couldn’t really tell what it was, it did seem to be some newspaper article though. I was also rather bored and was counting the threads in the tablecloth; I had gotten up to nearly two-hundred before sighing and giving up on the project altogether.

Last night the food had been so prompt that now it was feeling like I had taken it for granted. Twenty minutes, we had been waiting for nearly half and hour and still we had no food in front of us. I really didn’t know what they were cooking but it had better be damn good. I wasn’t really even that hungry either, it was just the waiting around doing nothing that I was having such a hard time with.

“So…” I said, trying to kick up some kind of conversation that might move this along. “Is Mr. Rich not going to be eating with us?”

Diamond looked up from her news article and stared at me for a couple of seconds before neatly folding her newspaper up and looking back at me. “Daddy usually eats in his office when he is here, and that isn’t often. He left this morning for Las Pegasus so he’ll be gone for a while.”

“Oh, so we are like all by ourselves with the parents out of the house then?” Steel asked.

“We aren’t alone, there are nearly a dozen servants at the main house and that doesn’t include the cooks and groundskeepers,” she replied as she opened her newspaper and began reading it again.

I tapped my hoof on my chin thoughtfully “But the servants work for us right? So we are in charge?”

Diamond didn’t even bother looking up this time, she actually held up the newspaper to make a barrier between herself and the two of us. “They work for Daddy not you.”

I sighed and laid my head out on the table. “What are you reading anyways?”

“Business,” she replied roughly.

“What kind of business?” Steel inquired.

“The kind that isn’t yours.” She flicked the paper with her hoof and the room returned to silence.

The sun was shining through the windows and casting rays across the table, each of our seats were in the shade and seemed to have been deliberately placed as such. I didn’t exactly know what time it was, but I guessed that it might be a little after three by now. That left us with a little less than three hours until we were supposed to meet up with the CMC, and then I would need to go and pick up that book from the library all before coming back to the house. Which meant that after all that was done I would have a nice little stint in detention to look forwards to tomorrow. But at the moment all I really had ahead of me was some sort of meal that may or may not ever actually get here.

“Oh my Celestia this is sooo boring,” Steel moaned.

“Pretty boring,” I agreed.

“Then go do something,” Diamond said offhand.

“Like what?” Steel asked.

“Like tennis, or swimming, or go talk to your flight instructor, or something.” she flipped the page of the newspaper, still hiding behind it.

“You got your flight instructor already?” I asked, turning to Steel.

“It’s news to me,” he replied confused.

“Yes, they are supposed to be here later this afternoon so you can get in a session with them before you go to bed or something,” Diamond, who seemed to be our new information booth, informed my orange friend.

“Hey that’s cool right?” I said, trying to keep the conversation progressing as much as possible.

“Yeah cool,” he replied, far less enthusiastic.

“What? You don’t want to learn how to fly? You are a pegasus shouldn’t that be like a real big thing?”

“Yeah, flying would be cool. I bet it takes like a super long time to learn though.” Well he did kind of have a point there. He was pretty damn scrawny, though the one pegasus kid I had seen at the school had a similar kind of build. I wondered if pegasi were naturally really skinny and have a low body fat count so that they could fly better. None of that really mattered though, I was just excited to see him fail miserably at his attempts to fly. If Scootaloo, somepony that was a pegasus all the time, couldn’t even get off of the ground then he really had no chance at doing it.

The doors behind me opened, causing me to pick my head up so that I could look back and see Dusty levitating three trays in ahead of him. Diamond set her paper aside and I caught Steel smiling as the food was finally brought over, a smile that I probably shared. He set the trays down in front of the three of us and removed the lids as he began to walk back out of the room. I looked down at plate in front of me to see what was unmistakably, undeniably, unavoidably, grass. Sure it was grass that seemed to have been roasted a little bit and covered in some sauces with a few vegetables here and there, but it was still grass.

“This is grass,” I complained. Dusty stopped and turned to look back at me as she stacked the tray lids atop each other.

“Is there something wrong with your meal?” he inquired with an arched brow.

“Can I not have...grass?”

“Well Master Stroke you are welcome to make your way to the kitchen and prepare a meal more to your liking.” With his piece said, and me staring at him with a dumb look on my face, he turned once more and left without anything more said. I watched the closed door for a little while longer before turning back to my disappointing meal.

“He sure shut you up,” Steel said with a smirk.

“Screw you dude.” I pushed a small tomato out of the way and scooped a bit of the grass up with my fork. It didn’t look the least bit appetising, sitting there looking all...green. I swallowed my trepidation and brought the weeds to my mouth and took a bite. It was spicy, but that was all the sauce trying to carry the main course which of course it couldn’t. No matter how much they wanted to dress it up it was still a plate full of grass, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to eat it. I pushed the plate away from myself and sat back in my chair. Much against my expectation Steel actually seemed to be enjoying the slop and Diamond was eating it without a hint of care.

My stomach rumbled, just eating a single bite of the ‘meal’ had made me realize just how hungry I was. I had been literally running myself ragged for most of the day and the only thing I had to eat was half of a grilled cheese sandwich. Woefully, I looked back down at the plate in front of me and rolled one of the little tomatoes around with a hoof. My stomach complained once again so I reluctantly picked my fork back up impaled the round fruit and lifted it to my lips. I was by no means a fan of tomatoes but it had to be better than grass right.

I popped it into my mouth and chewed it as quickly as possible before swallowing it down and gasping as I managed to suppress actually gagging. With a frown I repeated the process with a carrot and was much happier as the orange slice actually seemed to be somewhat edible. I poked around the edges of the plate, picking up as many carrots as possible before I was unfortunately brought back to only having tomatoes and grass to choose from. I grunted and brought another tomato up to eat and after quickly downing it pushed my plate away again.

I shivered bodily as I set my utensils aside and sat back in my chair for the final time. I looked over to see Steel had finished his plate rather quickly and had been watching me with amusement clear on his face.

“What?” I asked a little disgruntled.

“I told you that you wouldn’t be able to make it,” he quickly supplied.

“I can totally….you know what you’re right. I’m totally dead and this is the end for me,” I said as laid back as I possibly could.

“You don’t sound very dead and defeated to me.”

“Oh I am, so dead. Done for, finished, kaput, something else that means the end.” I went about straightening the fork so that it was perfectly parallel with the knife next to it.

“You sure you are?”

“Totes bro.”

“Really, I’m not so sure you’re sure.”

“I am so sure that you don’t even know. You couldn’t know how sure I am. How could you possibly know something like this. You don’t know me, you don’t know my life.” We were really getting into it now.

“I don’t know you? Bro I know all about you. I know what there is…”

“Can you two just stop! Jeez I can’t even think with you two here!” Diamond suddenly yelled as she smacked her hooves onto the top of the table. I had to say that seeing the little pink pony so angry was both a little bit threatening and hilarious. She definitely had a blush plain on her face that was giving away just how pissed off she was. Me and Steel shared a knowing look before the both of us just broke out in a bout of laughter. I heard Diamond leave the room somewhere between me banging on the table and wiping a tear out of my eyes, but soon we found ourselves out of breath and alone in the room.

“So,” I began once we had both calmed down a bit, “what do you want to do until we are supposed to leave?”

“Oh I don’t know. We could go swimming like Diamond said, they probably have a really nice pool here.”

I shook my head immediately. “I just cleaned myself off, and besides, I don’t like swimming you know that. We could go check out the tennis court.”

“What for? You think that I could possibly play tennis?” I looked him over again and had to admit that he didn’t strike me as much of an athlete.

“Well what else is there to do then?” I asked with a shrug.

“Don’t they have a library or study around here somewhere? We could go check out the books in this place.” I thought it over a bit and nodded after hopping out of my chair and onto the floor.

“Sounds like fun, let’s go check out the reading material around here.”

Steel pushed his plate away and made his way to the floor, though it was quite a bit less graceful. We walked to the door and after watching him struggle with the heavy wooden portal I pushed against it and helped him open the door. We exited back out into the main hall of the Rich Mansion and stood around for a couple of seconds not really knowing which direction to head out in.

“Upstairs?” I asked my companion.

“Upstairs,” he agreed.

We quickly made our way up the steps and onto the second floor where we took the first right and began exploring the house at our own leisure. I had expected there to be a lot more to the house but as we walked down the hallway and then the first couple that came off it we came to realize that most of the rooms were empty. We continued on our merry way, checking the doors as we went and finding mostly empty bedroom with nopony in them, but after a half-hour of searching the massive dwelling Steel opened a door that led to a massive library.

I had seen depictions of what studies are supposed to look like in mansions and someone took the entire collection and smashed them all together to see what they could make. There were a couple of comfy looking chairs sitting in the middle of the floor and all around the circular room were bookcases filled to bursting with tomes of all sorts. There didn’t really seem to be much of an ordering system to the entire mess but the sheer volume of the books was staggering.

Steel immediately walked over to the bookcases and started browsing the selection, probably looking for something familiar. I continued to look about the room a little bit more, I would have plenty to read later after all. There seemed to be a minibar in the room and scotch in a very nice bottle with some empty glasses next to it on a tray. The bottle was just a little too far out of reach for me to be able to actually get it and pour myself a much needed drink. Sure it would have probably been illegal though I wasn’t really sure what the laws on that were.

I walked away from the bar and inspected a bookshelf a bit aways from the one Steel was pulling books out of and reading the covers of. Most of the books I could see seemed to be about business, and the other ones were in languages that I couldn’t even read so I moved onto the next shelf and began browsing once more. Like I had expected, I didn’t actually recognize any of the titles or the authors. This shelf mostly seemed to contain histories and philosophies, which while interesting, and probably worth cracking open so that I could learn more about this world, didn’t actually capture my interest enough to cause me pause. I kept moving down the line past more histories and some really old books that had some interesting titles. I pulled one off the shelf titled “The Battle of the Ironhoof” and flipped it open. To my surprise it appeared to be handwritten by the author and immediately jumped into a story of a battleship that was besieged in foreign waters. It was a little bit interesting and seemed to actually be a true story, but I was not really big on histories so I closed it and put it back in its spot.

I looked back to see Steel lounging in a chair with a book open in front of him reading avidly. I continued to look from shelf to shelf until I eventually picked up something entitled “Pegasi Avionics” and went over to a chair to read. I usually try and stick to reading material that has to do with a story and that has interesting characters. The nonfiction books and the ones without any story to them usually don’t catch my interest, but I was genuinely curious as to how Pegasi managed to fly. Everything I had heard on the subject had been conjecture from the fandom that was convinced Pegasi shouldn’t be able to fly.

The book did used so much jargon that I was confused as hell just a couple of pages into the text, but I think I was able to get the gist. Of course, the most important part of flying were the wings and there seemed to be some magical component to them, though with the language barrier I wasn’t exactly able to figure out what that was. Suffice to say that when I put the book down at the end of the introduction I understood that the stronger the wings the better the pegasus should be able to fly. I got out of my seat and quickly walked back over to where I found the book and put it back.

I looked a few titles over and found “A Study of Earth Pony Biology” and snagged the book before I could even think about it. I quickly walked back to the chair I was in and opened it up to begin devouring the information inside. It started by explaining the major differences between the three pony races, the unicorns had horns, the pegasi wings, and the earth ponies had neither of these. It said that instead earth pony bones were actually more dense and their muscles a higher weight to strength ratio. Just reading that alone was incredibly reassuring, I had hoped that I had some kind of benefit for being stuck as an Earth Pony, and while it wasn’t that particularly great by itself it was something at least.

I continued flipping through the chapter titles until I came to a stop on one dedicated to magic. I had always been skeptical about the whole magic of the Earth Ponies thing, but if this book was to be believed they did in fact have it. It described Earth Ponies as actually being the most magically diverse of the three races, possessing an innate kind of magic that changed how their bodies interacted with the world. Like the previous book it began to delve into a bunch of jargon that I wasn’t too understanding of, but essentially it said that while unicorns focus their magic through their horns and pegasi through their wings, Earth Ponies have their actual bodies altered by their own magic and then were able to exert their will on the world.

I was eager to read on but the large clock against the wall chimed several times and broke my concentration. I guess I had been trying to decipher something when it rang an hour ago because that was the first time I had noticed it there, and now it was showing that it was six o’clock. I left the book sitting in the chair and quickly jumped down, causing Steel to look up from his seat as I did so.

“It’s six bro we need to get a move on,” I said as I started making my way to the door, only to hear a moan come from behind me. I turned back to see him pull a spare piece of paper off of the small table next to his chair and stick it in the book to mark his page before closing the book. He jumped down and quickly made his way over to the door I was waiting at and motioned for me to take the lead. I opened the door and headed out, doing my best to remember the turns that we had taken to get to the Study so we wouldn’t waste any time getting lost. As we stood at the top of the stairs, about to head down to the main door I saw Melody waiting at the entrance to the house for us.

We quickly made our way downstairs and over to the maid. “Are you two ready to leave?” she asked as we came to a stop in front of her.

“Um, yea. I thought we were going to walk there honestly,” Steel replied.

“Same,” I chimed in.

“Where were you two planning to go then?” she asked.

“Sweet Apple Acres,” I said instantly.

“And you know where this is?” I had to admit that stopped me right in my tracks.

“Good point,” I confessed, “so are you going to take us there then?” Melody turned and held the door open for the two of us as we exited the manor into the waning sunlight of the day. The carriage was once again waiting for the two of us. A quick trip down the stairs later and into the litter later, and we were on our way to our destination. I put most of my concentration into watching the window once more to make sure that I memorized the route so I could find my way back if I needed to.

Really, it was pretty strange that we were being catered around in a carriage everywhere. If the trip was too far to walk then how come two fully grown stallions were pulling us around everywhere? Rationally that didn’t actually make any sense, so there was probably some secondary reason that I wasn’t privy to, or maybe they were just being nice and since we didn’t know where our destination was they were taking us there. Even so, taking three adults out of their own ways to chauffeur children to somewhere when it would be just as easy to write down instructions on a piece of paper seemed like a waste of time.

We turned out of the road that led up to the main estate and onto the main road that we had taken to the school earlier that day. We took a right, heading off farther away from Ponyville and even farther out to the countryside, a turn that I hadn’t really expected but made sense in retrospect. Since we hadn’t passed Sweet Apple Acres, or at least I didn’t remember seeing us pass it earlier, it would mean that it was in the other direction. While I had thought it might take quite a bit to get there the apple orchard wasn’t even five minutes away by carriage.

I had just noted us passing what looked like rows upon rows carrots when we began to slow and take a hard left beneath a large wooden gate. I wasn’t actually able to read the sign but I thought that it was safe to assume that it was the one I had seen in the show many times over. The dozens of apple trees I was able to see out the window as we passed the wooden fence that ran the expanse of the property was also a nice hint that maybe we had arrived at our destination. As we continued to proceed into the orchard the amount of trees just continued to increase dramatically until it felt like we were passing through an actual forest, a very well organized and spaced out forest, but a forest none the less.

Like the path that led up to the Rich main house, this one seemed to just continue on and on and on, so much that just staring out the window and watching the trees nearly lulled me to sleep. I managed to stave off slumber long enough for us to pull up in front of the huge family house that I had seen depicted many times before, though like most of the buildings I had actually come to see since leaving Earth it was much more grand than depicted in the cartoon. The sheer scope of the family home was staggering, though if I were to compare it to the one that I was currently dwelling in it was easily dwarfed. Even so it was still an impressive sight to take in.

Melody took it upon herself to open the door and step out of the litter ahead of us, and wait for us to leave. I exited the carriage next and was immediately hit by the harsh smell of dried dirt and what could only be described as a presence of earthiness. The ground beneath my hooves was very well trodden and packed hard into the earth. The birds were singing, the wind was blowing, and the sun was still trying it’s best to shine over the tops of the nearby trees. Standing there, actually on the Apple family farm, I felt a queer sense of accomplishment, like by merely being here I was succeeding somehow.

The creak of an old wooden rocking chair caught my attention and made me glance towards the front porch of the house where a napping green mare was leisurely lounging. Granny Smith didn’t seem to have notice our arrival in the least and was determined to continue sleeping the day away. I looked back to the carriage to catch sight of Melody climbing once again into the litter and closing the door behind her, leaving me and Steel to stand by ourselves out in the yard. I looked over to the pegasus questioningly and merely received an indifferent shrug in return. I was about to call him out for it when the sound of young hooves on wood pulled my attention back to the front porch that Applebloom just so happened to be rounding at the moment.

She came to a stop on the porch in front of us and glanced between the two of us and the carriage behind us before calling back around the house behind her “Hurry up Sweetie Belle, they’re here!” It didn’t take too much longer for the small white unicorn to also make her way around the house and into view. Just as I had come to expect her colors were a little different than their cartoonish depiction and blended together much better, but it was unmistakably Sweetie Belle that was before us.

“Hello,” I began with a hesitant wave of my hoof.

“Sup,” Steel said.

“Hi, I’m Sweetie Belle. You two must be Ashen Stroke and Burnt Steel right?” she asked as the pointed to the two of us, mixing up our names of course but that was fine really.

“Yes, I’m Ash and he is Steel,” I corrected. “Nice to meet you Sweetie Belle.” Of the two crusaders I had met so far Sweetie was by far the cutest, but that was to be expected really. I was seriously doubting that Scootaloo would beat her out, but Spike had been a surprising depiction so who knew really.

“Well what’re y’all standin’ around for? We got an induction ceremony ta get ta,” Applebloom announced before turning tail and running back the way the two had come.

“Wait for me!” Sweetie Belle called out as she too took off around the house.

“Ugh, running,” Steel complained next to me just before I took off after the two hyper fillies with a laugh. I thought I saw Granny Smith start awake as I rapidly made my way up the two steps leading to the front deck and started to run my way around the house, my hooves clacking heavily against the aged wood that comprised the Apple family patio. Rounding the main building I caught sight of Applebloom disappearing into the orchard, and Sweetie Belle trying desperately to keep up with her friend as she passed a picnic table halfway across the back yard. I spurned myself forwards once more in an effort to catch up to the white unicorn and just managed to as we both broke past the line of bushes and into the orchard proper that led out for miles behind the house.

“So,” I managed to say between large breaths, somehow keeping my voice steady as I did so, “where are we running to?”

“We are…” Sweetie attempted to reply despite it being fairly obvious that running and speaking wasn’t exactly her cup of tea, “going...to the clubhouse.”

“Clubhouse huh, that sounds pretty cool,” I said, slowing my pace to match her own.

“Yeah,” she agreed with a nod as we continued on our merry way. I chanced a look back behind us and way off in the distance thought I saw a small blur of orange enter the orchard path that we were on, so with my mind at rest I turned it back to enjoying the task at hand. The ground was uneven and completely littered with tree roots that would spring up wherever they chose and try to trip me up, but it wasn’t too difficult to keep up the easy pace that me and Sweetie Belle were jogging at.

I had honestly expected the crusader treehouse to have just been a few dozen yards away from the main house, but it took us nearly ten minutes to reach the damned place. By the time we broke into the clearing that the crusaders had established their fort in, Sweetie Belle was panting and I was feeling a bit winded myself. There was really no telling how Steel as doing back there, but he was an independent guy and would join us shortly I was sure. I took a moment to make myself familiar with my new surroundings; just as expected there was a nice looking treehouse before me with a long platform leading up to it. There was a small brook babbling to my left and some old junk lying about in the grass, though I was sure that there was some sort of purpose to all of it.

Applebloom was sitting at a decrepit looking table playing some kind of solitaire, and Sweetie Belle soon limped her obviously tired self over to join her friend. I pulled back a bush to look to the trail behind us and was able to see Steel panting and wheezing his way over to us at a very deliberate pace. I looked back to the crusaders at the table and gave them my best award winning smile, “Looks like my brother will be joining us soon. Didn’t you say that there were three of you though Applebloom?”

It seemed my timing had been perfect because just as I finished asking Applebloom dashed the cards off of the table in an melodramatic rage. “Yeah,” she sighed, “Scoots is up in the clubhouse fixin’ things up.”

“Alright that’s cool,” I nodded as I looked up to the treehouse. The construction was obviously not professional grade, but it was perfectly square and painted very well. From my spot on the ground I couldn’t spot anything particularly out of place with it, and knew that I had no chance of building anything that was near that level of craftsmanship. I looked back to Applebloom once more and after sizing her up a bit more felt assured that construction was to be her cutie mark; though I’m sure there was some kind of rule against actually telling her that.

Steel managed to finally catch up as he fell through the bushes just behind me and collapse on the ground panting. I looked down at his small fragile form and couldn’t help but snicker a little bit, to which I received a glare and a gesture that would have made a lot more sense if my friend still had fingers. I gave in and helped him back to his hooves before we made our way over to the table that the two girls were still at and waited for a few moments before Sweetie Belle realized that we didn’t know what we were doing.

“Oh right,” she piped up. “Scootaloo they’re here! Come outside!” Man that girl certainly had some lungs on her, enough reward me with a slight ringing in my ears. The door of the treehouse was unceremoniously kicked open and an orange and purple blur riding a scooter sailed out of the open entrance to land on the edge of the ramp and start sliding down. Scootaloo grinded down the edge of the ramp on her front hooves until the scooter hit the ground where she did two front flips in the air, using her wings for stabilization, before she landed perfectly poised on the table we were standing around.

“Okay guys, let the 83rd meeting of the Cutie Mark Crusaders come to order.”

Comments

[NightmareKnight]

This came out a lot faster than your previous updates. Any particular reason? Or were you just on a roll?

[Dyon]

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I was sick so I just sat in front of the tv writing for the majority of the weekend.

[NightmareKnight]

3378595Ah. Well that's one way to get some writing done. Also, I happened to notice that you weren't updating some of your other stories. Just taking a break, or giving up?

[Cold Spike]

83rd lol? MOAR!

[nighters]

i got a question or few how are there family and other friends co people who interact with them taking there sudden disappearing of the face of the world on them i know people are going worry and look for them how home sick are they really?
personally i think earth is safer and better in some cases then the world there in right now magic withstanding. i don't think equastria all that kind of simple perfect paradise that people think it low tech in some sense like no video game, internet, tv cable, cell phone or other cool gadgets that earth has that are fun to us and i know ponies they got some tech like arcade games but i don't think video game by ponies are not going to be that impressive since ponies don't like violence in there game's that much and the fact that world is way more dangerous and annoying in some cases like it animals are smart and can possible be betraying like a rabbit birds etc can tell on you or let ponies know if you did something bad kind of feel bad for them a little but it got it ups with the down like magic and flying! but to be honest
i don't think flying going to be that fun or easy for steel in fact he might not like it that much after a while dangers of the sky with vertigo fear of falling painful crashing tree's branches and possible crashing into the clouds themselves it looks like it hurt and with nothing to catch you or protect you from falls weather duty making and managing the weather rule's of the sky and it history it freeing but the rule's and regulation could really ruin it for him like if he gains a fear of lightning striking him or thrown around by a tornado or hit by falling random things from the sky drop by careless cloud walkers or his wings not working right all the sudden and he fall to his death weather scary stuff sometime's o and there also being crashed by rainbow dash scary!

[Dyon]

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Now to try and answer your question, their families are reacting in according to those character's personalities. Thus far there has not seen much, if anything, revealed about them so you will have to take it as is. As for being homesick, that isn't what I would describe them as being. They are more just very upset with their current circumstances and want to change those however they can for the better. Getting home and back to normal would be a vast improvement in their eyes.

[nighters]

3379694 thanks for answering i hope you didn't find my reviewing to annoying i just think way to much sometimes of possibilities and scenario's for stories im really sorry for that aheh heh.
i do hope there parents and friend are worry cause that be nice to read about then reading about all there friends and parents are just bad to them sure it drum up sympathy for the character's flash back or bad time and accidents it really a downer to me to learn about in most stories when that happens and kind of ich me as unrealistic in ways but im sure you do wonderfully!

[Buckshot2825]

“Okay guys, let the 83rd meeting of the Cutie Mark Crusaders come to order.”

Today we forcibly induct two more test dummies in our ruthless quest to attain our cutie marks!
*outside*

[ferret]

"Like the previous book it began to delve into a bunch of gargan "

[Scarlet Storm]

3382768 Test dummies. HAHAHAHAHA OOOOOH THAT HURTS also SCOOTS!!!!!!!!!!!

[Chrome Masquerade]

I looked a few titles over and found “A Study of Earth Pony Biology” and snagged the book before I could even think about it. I quickly walked back to the chair I was in and opened it up to begin devouring the information inside. It started by explaining the major differences between the three pony races, the unicorns had horns, the pegasi wings, and the earth ponies had neither of these. It said that instead earth pony bones were actually more dense and their muscles a higher weight to strength ratio. Just reading that alone was incredibly reassuring, I had hoped that I had some kind of benefit for being stuck as an Earth Pony, and while it wasn’t that particularly great by itself it was something at least.

Also, apparently their manes and tails are prehensile. Just look at Cutie Pox (Apple Bloom) Bats! (Pinkie and Applejack) And Power Ponies (The Mane-iac)

[Chrome Masquerade]

“Yes, I’m Ash and he is Steel,” I corrected. “Nice to meet you Sweetie Belle.” Of the two crusaders I had met so far Sweetie was by far the cutest, but that was to be expected really. I was seriously doubting that Scootaloo would beat her out, but Spike had been a surprising depiction so who knew really.

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