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Laying your head on a girls lap counts as cuddling?

I may have forgot.

You’re welcome

No silly, I said laying on a girls lap isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. What people should desire for is some hugs and cuddles under blankets, that’s what’s up

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Ohh. I may have misread it. Also you didn’t hit the reply button so I didn’t see this until now.

Hey I just binge read your story, and noticed that even if he's trying to say things like "everypony", he still wonders why they say that. Well, why don't you have him point that out? I'm tired of every HIE story having the human accept using that word like it's no big deal.

Is Joe a pony? NO! Is spike a pony? NO! Are all the other native races ponies? NO! For them to keep on saying "everypony" is very xenophobic!!!

Moving on, what is the first half of the word personality? Person!!! So are they saying that they don't have a personality? Now the plural word for person is people. Easy right?

Moving on, does twilight have a body? Does spike have a body? Does Joe have a body? Do all the other sapient races have bodies? If the answer is yes to all of those than I think you can use the term everyBODY!!! Also each of them is one person, so you can say everyONE!!!

Sorry for the long rant, but I'm so sick and tired of every human that comes to Equestria bend over backwards to us the stupid word that is everypony!!!

I just for once I want the human to point out how stupid and xenophobic that word is, especially for the other native races on that planet!!!

Now it would be nice if you had this human decide to explain this to them, but you don't have to. After all, it is your story. I just needed to get his off my chest after seeing something like this for the Billionth time!!!

So if you read this entire thing, thanks for taking the time to read it.

P.S.

I like your story so far. And if we do end up getting romance in this story my top three choices in order of most wanted to least are,

1. Twilight
2. Pinkie
3. Rainbow Dash

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Lmao he does one time refer to the word as xenophobic but not even out loud. He’s sorta a pushover sadly and that’s just the character not because I missed that issue, it bothers him but he’s too much of a baby for conflict. As for the romance I’m gotta let ya know something....

I haven’t picked a gal yet, it’s completely up for grabs still based on how this story goes. I got some events I still want to happen and an ending but how we get there is very flexible so you never know... ya just might get your wish

“Of course she is, I’m 18! That’s plenty old enough for dragons”

I appreciate Spike's age in this. A lot of writers make Spike be roughly the same age as the cutie mark crusaders, but Spike was born when Twilight and the rest of the girls got their cutie marks, when they were around around 5 to 8 years old. Considering Rarity is old enough to have her own business, she's probably in her mid-twenties, making Spike be in his late teens.

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Thanks!

“This is understandable yet, you seem to waste the purpose of this home you sit in now. Why is it that you refuse to remove the collar Marshall? It’s effects will only damage you progressively worse if you continue to wear it without breaks”

Oh yea. I forgot about that.

The large Princess seemingly hovered over me with her proximity, only to back away in thought. “This was it correct? Just one occurrence?” I nod yes furiously. “Marshall even if this whole... incident was caused by your own magical illness, I couldn’t hold it against you if it was unintentional. We both know this problem is complicated and if your trying your best to avoid any issues with the ponies here then I will take no disciplinary action” I still sit there nervously looking to Celestial, she face hoofs, “That means I don’t blame you Joey. Course it was my own pupil who caused this, why should I blame you for the curse you’ve been stricken by?”

Wow, way to throw her under the bus, celestia.

She giggles, “There is such a thing as privacy, I couldn’t just appear in ones home at random. Perhaps I could share a story with you next time of such mistake”

Id like that.

Just before she fades away into smoke I’m able to reply, “I’d like that” which brings a smile to the large princess. Her previous location now stands empty besides a cloud of smoke that fades away into the air.

I wish I could teleport

Probably can.

Ugh, so bitter even with the sugar and cream. I don’t get how people enjoy this, must be an acquired taste

Just didn’t put enough in.

Although the flavor hitting my tongue screams abort, I drink a healthy amount of the serving without a reaction. “So... how have you... um been Joey?” Shy asks timidly, with a blush on her face. She’s bad at small talk like your boy here.

He’s bad at a lot of things.

“She umm... wasn’t feeling too well yesterday and said she was going to her parents for a few days” Aaand now I feel like shit. “Joey are you.. are you okay?”

I thought it was too cold.

“Nothing... nothing heh, your just silly Shy” She blushes, confused of what I mean. I pat her head, “Maybe when your older I’ll tell ya”

Is it’s some sort of adult joke?

Surprised by my sudden energy today, I push my confusion to the side appreciating the abnormal occurrence, making my way to the Ponyville library. It’s best I take advantage of the way I feel right now otherwise when I start feeling like shit again I’ll never get anything done.

Why does he have a lot of energy?

My path takes me through the outskirts of Ponyville. Even with the decreased traffic through the town I’d still like to avoid any unwanted attention. The yellowish tan of each home becomes monotonous, very few differences distinguishing them apart, their similarities are almost enough to make it seem like your walking in circles if you were not paying attention. There is however, a few decorations of pumpkins and other Nightmare Night themed objects, one home even carrying a painted image of Luna’s former self, the large dark pony barred her sharp fangs.

That’s her former self?

I’m able to see most the detail given that it’s still light outside, the recent days becoming shorter making it even more difficult for me to get tasks done. Specially with my new routine of waking up late since the move from Twilights.

Didn’t he wake up late before he moved out.

“Your probably busy with moving in and all I’m sure. You should come in, Twilight would love to see you, she was telling me yesterday about some book she wanted to talk to you about”

What book?

“Yea I did, it was interesting but I feel like it gave me more questions than answers. I mean that pony that originally had it affected pony DNA, and I’m not exactly a pony. I don’t understand why I’d carry the same problem he did, what connects us? Also that Prance pony might have been a carrier as well and my magic set it off or something” Twilight puts the book she’s working on to the side.

What if it doesn’t have any to do with dna anymore?

“Doesn’t change the fact that when I’m awake, the train is in the station and everypony has got tickets to a one way trip to.... shit I don’t know... I was the glue that held us together!” (Ever walk into a sentence and not know where your going?)

Probably did, probably didn’t.

“I’ll take it, well deserving of course. Joking aside, I’m sorry I haven’t been around that much, I promised to stay in touch”

How long has it been?

“Alright, it’s uh, a holiday of course and we wear costumes and give out candy. It’s for younger people like kids, but sometimes adults get into the action as well with things like cosplay or other sultry activities. I believe it’s origin comes from the Spanish, based on the ‘day of the dead’ I forget what it’s called in it’s native tongue” Twilight furiously scribbles down everything I say.

Really?

“So if I wanted to say, ‘what is your name’ I would ask, Cómo te llamas? You would respond with, ‘me llamo’ and then your name”

“Hm, that sounds awfully familiar to the way ponies speak in Pexico”

Wow, I’m not even surprised.

“Well this was really insightful, I’m sure learning about your culture could help us find a way to get you home” She seems optimistic but my attitude differs.

“I won’t hold my breathe” We sit there for a few seconds in silence before Spike barges in, spotting us quickly.

I don’t see how. Besides, does he even want to go home?

“That’s not it, Pinkie thought it was a good idea to help me with taking care of my place and in return she wouldn’t have to pay to live with me. It’s a win-win ya know?” My lie has some solid reasoning and works easily as the both of them look to each other before nodding.

Here we go with the lies, again.

“What make you think Rarity sees you as mature enough? You heard Twilight say the age of consent for ponies is 21, she might see you as a minor” He thinks for a moment before deflating.

She said ponies. She didn’t say the consent age for dragons.

Twilight charms up again, “After a few decades, somewhere around their 20s and 30s but, if a dragon were to have a larger hoard, they would grow accordingly to its size”

So even without a hoard he’ll still grow?

“Pfft magic silly, dragons need to be large enough to protect their possessions so they grow using their own genetic magic” Twilight answers my question as if it was something I should have already known, I give her a deadpanned look. “Oh yeah... I forgot, hehe”

Genetic magic?

“I’ll be your test subject for an entire week if something goes wrong AND I’ll tell you anything you want to know about Earth for as long as you want for one day” She sits there considering the offer. “I’ll buy you those caramel chocolates you like at Sugar Cube Corner as well....”

Only if something goes wrong?

“Yes ma’am!” I give her a salute and turn to Spike. “I’m a little busy with Pinkie moving in this week so next week we will come together with a plan to win Rarities heart alright? I call this operation ‘Prince Charming’ except instead of you becoming a person from frog you just get a little bigger” I raise my fist to the dragon for a bump.

I mean? When you turn from frog to person you also grow.

“Listen... about the day you moved out, when we... when I tried to um..”

I cut her off, “Hey look, I get it. You felt guilty for me and didn’t want me to leave right? I understand that you were desperate in the moment and were worried about me, I think it’s best if we forget it ever happened” I offer a small smile.

Yea, I don’t think that was the reason.

One of the fillies is pushed out from their hiding spot, her eyes filled with fear as she is now visible to me, it’s the orange one. She walks over slowly to me and stops short by about 5 feet. “M-mister H-human... I w-was wondering I-if you knew w-where Rainbow D-Dash is... y-you know her right?”

Wow, real good friends.

“Well Scootaloo, there’s no need for you and your friends to be scared of me, I’m a cool guy just ask Dash when she comes back”

[“Actually... she’s t-told me about you before” She sits there awkwardly before speaking up again, “Is it t-true that you curse p-ponies?”

Is that what she told her?

“Hoof bump, just hit my fist” She does, punching a little harder than I would’ve liked but I ignore it giving her a smile. “I have to go now, I’m going to be late to helping out my friend. You be careful and tell your friends that it’s rude to believe in rumors without asking the person yourself okay?”

Is he that weak?

Scootaloo... Scootaloo, orange, orange scooter? No... that would only make sense if she rode a scooter. I don’t know, I’ll just try to remember her name

Oh the ignorance I had of not knowing Scootaloo’s actual skill of riding scooters, only if I knew, it would have made remembering her name much easier but my inability to remember names is a pointless endeavor to speak anymore about anyway.

Are we still in the past?

Stepping inside I see her formerly discolored bedsheet was now indeed Pink, I hadn’t been in here since that time I helped Pinkie for the day.

Discolored?

Pinkies party bag sat there against the wall near the entrance, it’s appearance encumbered by the weight of many party utensils and various other strange tools like a folded up unicycle. Lifting it to test its weight I’m surprised by the lack of resistance, either I’m really strong or this thing is magically enhanced cause it sure doesn’t look light.

I’m going with the second option. Unless, his magic can augment his body.

I pause as I grab one of her photos, it’s of Pinkie of some desolate farm with a few other ponies with much darker coats than her own. Pinkies bright colors stand out like a lighthouse peaking through the mist during a frightful storm. Who are these ponies? I save my question for later, stuffing the picture into the bag, then look into her nightstand for anything of use.

Something tells me he’s not gonna ask her for a long time.

I’m surprised to see a plastic container, it’s appearance oddly familiar to a pill bottle. Further inspection reveals that it is indeed one and even has a prescription for Pinkie, the description reads something familiar to a ADHD medication but, the bottle is empty and the date is a few years old.

That explains a lot.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to snoop around I mean I just found it and was curious so-“

“Joey can you Pinkie promise you won’t tell anypony?” She gives me a desperate look. I can’t say no after everything she has promised me already.

What’s the problem with them knowing?

“I promise, cross my heart something something something, stick some cake in my eye” She smiles a bit at my slaughter of a pinkie promise.

Technically, he didn’t make a pinkie promise so he can still tell.

“But I neeeed a nickname for you, every pony I know has one!” She pouts giving me her best puppy eyes.

What’s wrong with joey?

“Well that seems to be it” I say slapping my hands together in order to shake off any imaginary dust I had.

Might as well be magic dust.

The ride isn’t that long before we reach my place, the stallion really pulled us the whole way on his own. Remind me not to fight another pony again that isn’t inebriated.

The last guy didn’t seem to be drunk and ponies don’t seem to be good fighters.

We get off and move Pinkie’s things into my place. I also slip the stallion a large tip for helping out when Pinkie isn’t looking.

Why?

I head inside to meet with Pinkie as Trusty heads off with the carriage. He seems like a nice pony the more I talked to him, I shouldn’t judge a book by its cover next time... truthfully I should already know better by now.

Probably should.

“They’re not stupid, you wouldn’t understand being an alien and all, maybe you should try it out this year and see if you feel different” Giving her best puppy eyes for the second time today. It breaks my will this time, the wall put up only strong enough for one stare a day.

She does realize his world is similar to her, right?

“I’m okay... yea I’m fine” I answer tiredly, the collars restraint finally catching back up to me since I had taken it off the other day. “I just feel like laying around for a bit”

Restraint?

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8. No he was just treating Shy like a child as a joke
9. Breaks from wearing collar gives him back his energy as the magic within him pours out instead of sucking away at his life
16. Cinco de Mayo correct? Could be wrong
19. That is Joey speaking, he states that because rarity sees 21 as the age of consent instead of what dragons are accustomed to, she might not see him as old enough
23. I didn’t explain it, assume magically altered dna
28. No just rumors she’s heard, the first part was her response to hearing him say he knows dash
32. I definitely didn’t use the right word there, what I meant to say was it didn’t match the surrounding theme of the room
Last question: Not sure what word to describe the latch on a collar

I feel like this was a poor chapter honestly and I’m embarrassed of my work. I think my newest chapter number 10 is my best so far so hopefully you’ll enjoy that one more than this one :)

“Alright, it’s uh, a holiday of course and we wear costumes and give out candy. It’s for younger people like kids, but sometimes adults get into the action as well with things like cosplay or other sultry activities. I believe it’s origin comes from the Spanish, based on the ‘day of the dead’ I forget what it’s called in it’s native tongue” Twilight furiously scribbles down everything I say.

Halloween's origin comes from Samhain, a Gaelic festival to celebrate and commune with the dead.

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Oooo never knew that! Sadly me and our character Joey are uninformed but, still cool to learn something new! Thanks :)

Here's me hoping that pony smoking won't be dead in the next chapter.

Dojo is a nifty nickname! And a two-syllable one flows better anyways, right?

“No this is fine, it’s your place anyways and my room with the Cakes was that collar when I moved in, what a coincidinky!” The last word completely made up from combining the two words coincidence and dinky.

Collar? I think you meant color.

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Sure did but ima leave the mistake. Shows where I was in ability at the time and I like to reread my early chapters sometimes when I get stumped.

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heres me thinking RAINBOW dosent die. what is she even doing in her parents house for this long??

I hate referring to myself as a pony, it just seems illogical that with all these other species that they wouldn’t have another term for all

Why? “Pony” doesn’t have to only refer to a species. It could be a linguistic colloquialism referring to the citizenry of the country. It’s not necessarily a bad thing or degrading to a non-equine.