When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. When life gives you ponies, make friends.
We always wished for it to be true. For those amazing ponies come to life as real girls. Hell, we were prepared to do anything for the girls to come to Earth. Yet we didn't even have to lift a finger and now they're here. You won't believe the day we just had.
In the dull grip of my classroom, I rubbed my face tiredly. My eyes, as blue-green as they could get, were now heavily brought down by black rings. I was absolutely drained from writing an essay for English that was assigned to me just yesterday. The essay, while not completely hard itself, was about the concept of “Trurl’s Machine” by Stanislaw Lem. I strongly recommend it if you haven’t already read it. However, I was too tired of upsetting stories, so I delved into my own writing. Stories upon stories I would write, all about fantasy adventures with numerous characters.
Where was I? Oh yes, I was in my classroom.
My teacher opened the door and was surprised to see me already here. “Salter,” he acknowledged with a grunt. I nodded back, “Sir.” I wasn’t exactly talkative, although my friends would beg to differ. I just was socially awkward except when it came to a second level. There’s socially awkward, and then there’s just not caring. Most of the times, I would hit that second level. Mean names? Bah. Bullies? Pathetic. I wasn’t afraid of being teased. And when you hit that second level, when you’re ready to make an ass out of yourself just for kicks, you know you’ve achieved something great. Oh god, it’s a great feeling.
I hate those people who bully.
I despise them.
I detest them with all my heart.
It’s mostly a move of attention, to bully someone. I mean, who does that? I’ve felt pain before, but I stand tall. I stand absolutely tall and strong. Words are only powerful when used correctly, and the majority of the population of the world can’t even spew out a hateful sentence without overusing the word ‘fuck.’ But it still hurts...
I have got to stop thinking to myself so much.
My teacher shot me a raised eyebrow, “Are you alright, Salter?”
I waved off his curiosity. “Fine, sir,” I told him.
“Well, there are new students coming today,” he informed me. “Apparently recommended by the Queen of some unknown kingdom.”
Ah, time to make an ass out of myself.
With a glance towards the door, my teacher scowled, “And here they are now.”
In the door walked six beautiful girls. The first one had purple hair with a pink stripe, the second had bright blonde hair, the third had luscious purple hair, the fourth had bright pink hair, the fifth had rainbow-colored hair, and the sixth had light pink hair that looked incredibly silky.
Wait, they look extremely familiar.
The sixth one turned to my teacher, “Um, hi. My name is, um… ah, well, I’m Fluttershy.”
My teacher leaned in, “I’m sorry, but I didn’t quite catch that. What’s your name?” he asked.
“I’m, uh, my name is Fluttershy…” she whispered softly. So softly, in fact, that I could barely hear her.
Fluttershy! Oh dear god, oh dear god, what has happened to make this happen? The princess, it was Celestia! Or possibly Luna…
The ponies are here! Oh, I should probably get Kevin… Wait, no. I have to introduce myself. I literally flailed over the chairs to talk to them. Act natural, Oliver, act natural. Several people shot me a surprised look, and I heard insulting comments being hurled around about me. I ignored them.
“Fluttershy? That’s a great name. I’m Oliver,” I said. To top it off, I shot her my flirtatious smile.
Fluttershy, being the girl she is, blushed wildly and began to stammer. “H-hi, Oliver,” she mumbled timidly. There was a small, momentary pause, and then, “It's...um...nice to m-meet you."
She's just like I thought she would be.
“Same here, Fluttershy!" I turned to the other ponies – erm, girls. “What are your names?”
The blonde-haired pony – erm, I mean girl, said, “The name’s AppleJack, Oliver. It’s mighty good ta’ meet ‘cha.”
The purple haired girl walked up to me next, “Ah, please move, AppleJack. I must make my introduction. The name’s Rarity,” she said.
I stammered uncontrollably as Rarity stood right next to me, and I could smell this exotic smell of perfume drifting off her and into my surrounding area. I sighed in bliss. She was wearing a light blue fur jacket, and the fur was purple like her hair. I could tell it wasn't real, but it was still fashionable and stylish. Her whole demeanor was like that of a popular girl, and I was slightly irked. Naturally Rarity would be that way, I told myself. Either way, she was still pretty. Her skin was paler than the rest of the girl’s, but at the same time it looked incredibly smooth. Her hair was curled perfectly; it looked as if it had been made to stay in the position forever.
AppleJack butted Rarity out of the way, who unceremoniously fell to the floor. Her short-shorts were plainly evident, and I got a rather fine glimpse of her legs. Now I turned to AppleJack, who was wearing long blue jeans and a plaid shirt. She smiled at me, and I had to admit that her freckles make her look cute, and she had an absolutely amazing, deep tan. “Sorry ‘bout that, hun. Rarity’s a tad bit of a crazy-apple.” I laughed and she laughed along with me. Her blonde hair was stunningly gorgeous, and I resisted the urge to run my hands through it. AppleJack, rather similar to her name, had a scent of apples floating around her. But not any normal apples; they were they type of apples that you just wanted to sink your teeth into.
The bright pink haired girl jumped next to me, “Oh hiya, Oliver! My name’s Pinkie Pie! It’s so nice to meet you! Oh my goodness, I should totally throw a party for you sometime,” Pinkie Pie rushed out in a blurted rush. I nodded dumbly and examined her. She was slightly chubby around her breasts. Her pink hair reminded me of cotton candy, and she wasn’t that bad looking despite being slightly out of shape. She smelled of candies, loads and loads of candies. Chocolate, too! It was like I was in a party, and all of the smells were drifting softly towards my nose.
The rainbow-haired girl cut in front of Pinkie, “Hey, I’m Rainbow Dash, and I'm the coolest girl you'll ever meet!” she boasted. “So, do you run?” she asked. I nodded and smirked. Rainbow Dash smirked right back at me, “Alright, Oliver. What’s say you and I have a race sometime?” I laughed and nodded. The arrogant girl, who was about a head shorter than I, pointed her finger at my chest. “Bring it,” she challenged. Upon meeting her, I was reminded of my childhood. It was as if someone had opened the door to my past and was letting everything out. I had memories of climbing trees and swinging on ropes to jump across creeks in a forest. If this girl was anything, she was nature.
And then there was the purple-haired, pink-striped girl. “Sorry to make such big introductions. We’re fairly new here, and we don’t know much of your culture. Anyways, my name’s Twilight Sparkle,” she said. With Twilight, I wasn’t particularly filled with anything. Well, at least nothing I could describe. I felt a tightening within my chest. Not out of uncomforting conversations, but purely out of something that was ill describable. It was a magic feeling, and it wasn’t one of pain. I could even see a faint drift of aura radiating off of her. Perhaps it was just my imagination…
“It’s really nice to meet you,” Fluttershy said politely. Her stutter was gone, and she stood taller than before. She came up to about my chest, and I was filled with a strong urge to hold her tight. Wow, I’ve been single for way too long. Fluttershy was wearing a yellow sweater that hugged her tightly, and she had on tight, black jeans that matched my own. I inhaled deeply and smelt, what I considered, the most magnificent smell ever. It was the smell of forests and nature, completely pure. She was so amazing, so pure, and so beautiful, that I felt my throat go dry. I wasn’t normally so inarticulate, but I felt myself completely stuck.
“L-likewise,” I said quietly.
My teacher, seeing my nervousness, called me over. “Oliver,” he said. “I need you to go find Kevin.” I nodded my head and walked away.
“Bye, Oliver!” Pinkie called enthusiastically to me. Once the girls were out of sight, I sprinted away to Kevin. Eventually, I found him in the hallway.
“Kevin!” I cried. “You will not believe what just happened to me,” I exclaimed excitedly.
I was looking at the clock in my classroom, watching the seconds pass by. One…two…three…four. I barely recognized the incessant drone of my teacher in the background, as I was lost in my thoughts. I wonder what my friends were doing now? Surely they weren’t as bored as I was, at least, I hope not. I vaguely recognized the teacher saying something. It sounded familiar, almost like, wait a minute, was that my name? “Kevin!” the teacher exclaimed, snapping me back into reality.
“Yes, teach?” I replied with a monotone voice.
“Daydreaming, eh? Well that obviously means you’re done with this problem, right?” she said with a venomous smile. I realized that there was an open book in front of me.
Dammit. I thought to myself. “Err… uh..erm..” I stammered, hoping for some sort of godly inspiration.
I was saved by an announcement, “Kevin Chung, please report to room 256 please,” it said with monotonous regularity.
Saved by the bell. I thanked god as I quickly ran out of the classroom, hastily saying goodbye as I closed the door behind me.
I liked the quiet tranquility of the halls during class; it gave me time to think about, well, whatever my mind took me to. This time it was about, of all things, ponies. I wondered about what they would look like as humans, their personalities, their sense of fashion, everything. I, again, was forced from my thought by a familiar voice.
“Kevin, you will not believe what just happened to me!” exclaimed Oliver as he ran down the hall.
I’ve never seen him so excited before, which was a big thing, as he was always excited.
“Yes, Oliver? Oh, calm down, dude, you’re out of breath,” I said to him.
“I…just saw…six…beautiful...oh god…” he stammered, exhausted. “Just come with me,” he managed to say.
As I walked into the classroom, I saw six of the most beautiful, yet strangely familiar, girls I’ve ever seen in my life. A cute girl with pink hair, a glamorous girl with purple hair, a hyper girl with curly pink hair, a girl with, oddly enough, rainbow colored hair, a hot blonde girl, and lastly. Oh. My. God. There was the most beautiful girl of them all, complete with long violet hair with a pink stripe going down one lock. My heart skipped a beat, or two, or three, or hell, maybe I died and went to heaven, who knows what. She looked at me quizzically as I realized I was staring at her.
“Hello! Is there something you need?” she said, looking at me with an amused look on her face.
I stammered dumbly, “Oh…um…nothing, just, um, er, it’s nothing.” I gave a silent groan. Smooth, very smooth, Kevin, you have such a way with women, I thought to myself.
She gave me a small smile. “You must be Kevin,” she said to me.
“Hello, um, how do you know my name?” I asked. “Oh, well Oliver was sent to get someone named Kevin, and since he’s back with you I assumed your name is Kevin,” she said, “I’m not wrong, am I?”
“Oh no, you’re completely right, my name is definitely Kevin, at least that’s what I remember it to be,” I chuckled awkwardly.
She chuckled and said, “Well it’s nice to meet you, Kevin.”
“Same here,” I replied curtly.
“Twi, stop hogging him for yourself and let us introduce ourselves!” said the blonde girl as she walked up to me.
Twi? Wait a minute, oh no that can’t be right. Probably just a nickname, or maybe I misheard.
Anyway, the blonde girl walked up to me and said, “Howdy, Kevin, I’m mighty sorry for my friend over there. The names Applejack by the way.”
Holy sweet mother of Celestia! It really is them! I realized why they all looked so familiar.
“Oh hey, Applejack, it’s quite all right,” I said with a smile on my face.
Upon closer inspection I noted that she was wearing a plaid shirt with long blue jeans, her long blonde hair shining under the light. Coupled with her tan and cute freckles, she was, in all other words, hot. She also smelled of delicious apples, ripe and fragrant, and my mouth watered as I smelled it. “You seem like a mighty good guy, Kevin, and it seems Twi has takin’ a likin’ to you,” she said with a wink. I felt my cheeks redden, which made her chuckle. “I hope we can be good friends, Kevin,” she said.
That’s when the pink haired girl stepped in, “Oh hey, Kevin! It’s super-duper nice to meet you! You’re new, and do you know what happens when I meet someone new?” she asked, cutting off Applejack. “I throw them a party! Oh, I know, I can throw you and Oliver a party, it’ll be the bestest party ever!” she exclaimed, giggling with delight. Upon further inspection, I noticed that she was wearing a pink t-shirt and pink shorts. She smelled like candy and other sweets, in fact, I could almost taste them. “Okie dokie lokie, Kevin, I have to start arranging right now!” she said with a broad grin.
“Move over, Pinkie, I need to formally introduce myself” said the purple haired girl, whom I knew was Rarity. “Hello, Kevin, my name is Rarity, and it is very nice to meet you,” she said. I noticed she was wearing a stylish purple fur coat and diamond earrings, with long, dark purple jeans. She was wearing perfume that smelled, well, like regality. I noticed hints of lavender and exotic fruits in the perfume. “Well, it was so nice to meet you,” she said smoothly.
“Sup, Kevin, I’m Rainbow Dash, and I’m the awesomest girl you will ever meet!” said the girl with the rainbow hair abruptly, with a smug look on her face. I noticed her attire, a leather jacket with a white undershirt and dark blue jeans. She looked like a biker. I also noticed a sharp smell as I neared her, it smelled like, ozone? It reminded me of a lightning storm. “I challenged your friend Oliver to a race, do you want in on it?” asked Rainbow Dash. “Oh, uh, yeah sure!” I said.
“Awesome, try to keep up!” she said with an arrogant disposition. I chuckled and nodded, then turned to the girl with pink hair who was hiding behind the other five girls. Applejack nudged her and said, "Aw, c'mon sugarcube, introduce yourself. No need to be so shy."
The girl stepped forward shyly and managed to stammer out, "Oh..um..hey, Kevin, I’m Fluttershy, it’s very nice to meet you." Her attire was very modest, with a sweater and tight black jeans. She smelled like nature, not just nature, but pure nature, unpolluted and fresh.
I smiled inwardly to myself. “The pleasure is all mine,” I replied with a grin. She smiled shyly, but didn’t say anything more.
“Hello, Kevin, I’m Twilight Sparkle, I guess we weren’t introduced formally, yes?” said Twilight. She was enchantingly beautiful and pure, not like Rarity, who was gorgeous, but she was another type of beauty, a more radiating beauty. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. “Kevin, could you please stop staring at me?” she asked me. I felt my face reddening and I stammered slightly, at a loss for words. She was wearing a purple polo shirt, and dark purple jeans. It thought it fit her very nicely.
I realized she was joking with me, and I said brashly, “Well don’t blame me for staring, you’re very pretty.” I saw her blush madly, and this time, she was the one at a loss for words.
“Well anyway, I’ll um, see you soon,” she said after regaining her composure. She then went back into the classroom, along with the other five girls.
Oliver and I stood there for a while; we looked at each other and said at the same time, “You will not believe the day I just had!”
The girls were the only person in my head as I walked to my next class. They were so…beautiful. Of course, being the eighteen year old I am, there were some other thoughts about some of the girls that invaded my mind. I quickly shook those thoughts away. Bad, Oliver, I scolded myself. What would the mane six say to that? You would certainly lose their respect, that’s for sure. I walked silently in the hallway, standing tall above the other students. I reached my classroom and pushed the door open and walked inside. I was surprised to see Fluttershy sitting quietly in the seat next to mine.
“Oh, hi,” the quiet girl mumbled. She was still shy around me, as was evident when she began to run her fingers through her hair nervously. It was incredibly awkward for the both of us, seeing as how she was too shy for me to talk to. Occasionally, I would ask questions like, “How do you like the school?” and she would respond, “Um, it’s okay…” I didn’t know how to pick up from there, so the conversation would end with me shuffling my feet quietly. It was very, very awkward. At one point, I had said, “That’s a cool pen,” and Fluttershy had nodded.
Before I could comment further about the pen, my English teacher opened the door. “You must be the new student,” he said.
Fluttershy reverted to her shy demeanor and leant back. “Um, yes, sir, I’m Fluttershy…” she whispered.
“I’m sorry, what’s your name?” he asked.
“F-fluttershy…” she repeated in a slightly louder voice.
“Ah, I see. Well, Fluttershy, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” my English teacher said.
There was a loud bang as the door swung open. “I’m here!” a student shouted.
As it turns out, that particular student was Rainbow Dash. With her hair in a mess, an odd smile on her face, and her eyes wide, she looked like she had ran a marathon. “Oh, I’m early…” she mumbled to herself.
I waved her over, “Hey, Dash.” I was happy with the chance to talk with someone who was the opposite of shy. Of course, I wasn’t that good with arrogant people either. Just my luck. I’m in my favorite class, and I get the two hardest girls of the mane six to talk to.
The swift girl sped over to us, “Hiya, guys!” She turned to me, “this school’s really big, ya’ know?”
I chuckled, “Tell me about it, Dash. I got lost on my first day.” Rainbow Dash laughed and then looked me over once or twice. “You never did answer my question, do you work out?” So that’s what Dash’s conversation tends to be about. I hyped myself up for the topic of training. I did enjoy training, don’t get me wrong! But it wasn’t something that I liked to talk about for long periods of time. It was merely a hobby.
“Yeah,” I answered her question, “I tend to work out for my entire Sunday. It’s tough work, though.”
“An entire day?” she said, astonished. “That’s rough. Can I join you next time?” she asked. I nodded hesitantly, but Dash didn’t seem to notice it, nor did Fluttershy. I was slightly offput about sharing my work-out time with girls, as I usually worked out by myself. Kevin had asked to join once, and I did let him, but after I saw him at work, I had laughed and told him to come back when he was stronger. “You can join, too, Fluttershy! Or at least watch us. Course I’ll be the coolest girl in the room. I bet there’s not a single pon-person that can beat me,” she arrogantly said. I had to stifle a laugh.
Fluttershy smiled, “Oh yes, of course. And it would be a delight.”
More kids piled in, and we began the class. Dash wasn’t the best at English, and I wasn’t honestly surprised. Fluttershy, however, was incredibly talented at talking about English literature, and I had to admit that I was surprised. During the class period, I found myself taking note of what the girls did. Dash was hesitant to talk to anyone but Fluttershy, and Fluttershy being Fluttershy had said nothing unless the teacher himself demanded it. Most of the time, the teacher would use me as his example when he was addressing the two new girls. “Dash,” he had said, “you need to give examples when you state your opinion. Look at Oliver, he used major quotes from various sources and used them to expand on his opinion.” It was eighth grade stuff, and I was embarrassed that Dash didn’t know it.
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I’m majoring in English when I get to college, so I’ve put all my time into reading and writing. This is a very advanced course. I’m still dumbfounded as to how Dash got in.
“Speaking of which,” he turned his attention to me, “Oliver, do you have those essays I asked for?”
I nodded, “The four that were about abortion, homosexuality, animal rights, and cloning?”
“Those are the ones, yes.”
“Here,” I said as I handed him the paper, “that’s all of them.” A couple of the students angrily glared at me, “Teacher’s pet,” they would mumble. Normally, I would get a lot more glares, but their attention was more focused on the two new girls. I could hear a couple of the girls talk about how weird Dash’s hair was, and the guys mumbled things about her being a lesbian. The guys were more in favor of Fluttershy, however, as they all talked about how much they wanted to “fuck her in the ass.” My eyebrows narrowed as I heard this, and I shot them a hardened glare to get them to shut up. They did, but I could tell that they weren’t done with their thoughts.
“Great. Now, can someone tell me the book that most heavily influenced the world of today?” my teacher asked the class.
Once the class finished, I went outside to go to my Physical Education class. I only joined because I had a free elective and I enjoyed running. Dash followed me; we most likely had the same class. Before I left, however, I turned to Fluttershy. “I’ll see ya’, Futtershy!”
Fluttershy paused and made a very small nod before scurrying off. I sighed, “This is going to be difficult.”
I was still thinking about the Twilight when the next class period started. I walked into the class hesitantly, as I was very early, and I was not entirely sure if the teacher would let me in. You could imagine my surprise when I already saw someone in the classroom, studying the textbook. It was Twilight Sparkle.
“Oh, hello, Kevin. You are very early today, but that’s good, you can introduce our new student, Twilight, to what we’re learning right now,” said the teacher. I nodded and smiled, then walked over and sat next to Twilight.
“Hello, Kevin! It’s nice to know we’re in the same science class together, I must say, this book is very interesting!” she said with a warm smile.
“You mean the textbook? Well we’re learning quantum mechanics now, so if you want to go to it in the textbook…” I said to her, not knowing what else to say. She nodded and began to flip through her textbook.
We sat in awkward silence for a few moments, not knowing what to say.
“So, Kevin, do you like music?” asked Twilight abruptly.
“Oh, um, music? Yeah I like music! Though what kind of music are we talking about here?” I said a little bit awkwardly.
“Any kind, though I do prefer classical music, it’s just so beautiful and emotional,” said Twilight dreamily.
“I’ll let you know, Twilight, that I can play the piano pretty well,” said I, with an air of pride.
“Really?! Oh how long have you been playing?” asked Twilight, clearly interested.
“About nine years,” I quickly replied.
“That’s wonderful! I would love to hear you play sometime. Who’s your favorite composer?” asked Twilight.
“Well, I do like Chopin the most, though there are so many other great composers out there, such as Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, Schubert, and a few others,” I said to her.
“I love Chopin! His music is so beautiful and complex, I just absolutely love listening to it!” she said happily.
I grinned in response. Then I heard a cluster of voices coming from the hallway.
“Dagnabbit, Pinkie, you don’t just go around starting random parties in the hall, do you know how weird the people in this school think it is. Shewt, now everyone who saw us probably think we’re some kinda weirdos,” said a familiar western voice.
“I mean, really, Pinkie, if you’re going to start a party, you should at least do a royal one, put some class, some elegance, into it,” said another familiar voice.
Rarity, Applejack, and Pinkie Pie walked into the room. Pinkie Pie was wearing a sheepish grin as Rarity and AJ both scowled at her.
“But they all looked ssssooooooo down! When I saw that, I thought they needed a party!” said Pinkie, defending herself.
“Maybe so, but you don’t go all willy-nilly throwing parties in the halls, you could’ve gotten us kicked out, and on the first day, too!” retorted AJ.
Rarity just sighed and looked at the classroom and saw us. “Oh why hello, my dear Twilight, can you puh-lease tell Pinkie Pie over here how unprofessional she is being, we are in desperate need for a voice of reason, not that I’m not good at being a voice of reason, of course,” said Rarity to Twilight. She looked at me and said, “Oh Kevin! I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t see you there, and it is very nice to know that we are in the same class together.”
“Likewise,” I said quickly.
Pinkie, AJ, and Rarity took their seats next to us, with Pinkie Pie looking dejected.
“I still don’t know what I did wrong,” she muttered angrily.
AJ rolled her eyes and gave me a look that quite plainly said, don’t mind her.
I nodded and smiled at her. I watched as the class began filling up, one by one.
“Okay, class, it’s time to begin,” said the teacher when the bell rang.
As the class progressed, I noticed that Twilight raised her hand (hoof?) for every single question the teacher asked, even the ones that I didn’t even know. The same could not have been said for her friends, however, as AJ looked like she was trying to understand the lesson, but couldn’t grasp it. Pinkie Pie was fidgeting in her chair, obviously wanting to spring up and dance around, which she knew she could not do. Rarity just simply looked bored.
“Well, Twilight, it seems you might have a chance to overthrow Kevin as the best student in this class,” said the teacher to Twilight. “What do you think, Kevin?” he asked me.
“She probably has a good chance,” I admitted, chuckling.
“I’m sorry, Kevin. I didn’t mean to show off during class, I just knew the answers and I raised my hand instinctively. Can you please forgive me?” she said to me after class.
“I forgive you, Twilight, you’re really smart, I must admit,” I said to her with a small chuckle.
Twilight looked relieved, “Oh that’s wonderful, Kevin. I thought that I had offended you or something, it’s good that I didn’t.”
“You didn’t offend me, Twilight, in fact, I’m really glad we have this class together,” I said to her with a friendly smile.
“Same here!” said Twilight.
“Alright, I’ll see you later, Twilight, I need to go to PE, catch you later,” I said to Twilight.
“See you, Kevin!” said Twilight.
I walked down the hallway to my PE class; I was looking forward to it as Oliver was taking the class with me.
“Well it seems Twi has takin’ a right liking to you, Kevin,” said AJ from behind me.
“Oh hello, Applejack, are you taking PE too?” I asked her, ignoring the remark about Twilight.
“Yup, it seemed like the only class that seemed like you needed physical work, not that I don’t like learnin’.” said AJ.
“Well you can join Oliver and I; he’s taking PE, too,” I said to AJ.
“Really? Well that’s just dandy, I know Dash is taking the class, too, so we’re goin’ to have a buckin’ good time!” said AJ happily.
I smiled as we walked into the gymnasium. I scanned my eyes across the large room, finally seeing Oliver and Rainbow Dash talking in a corner of the room.
“Look, there they are,” I told AJ.
AJ and I then jogged towards them, and as soon they saw us, I saw their eyes light up excitedly.
I saw Kevin and Applejack approach me from the gym entrance, so I shot them a smile while also keeping tabs on my conversation with Dash.
“Hey, Oliver, how’s it going?” Kevin asked me.
“Hey, guys. It’s all good. How was science class?” I asked the two teens.
AppleJack groaned and shot me a look, one that plainly read, I didn’t know jack shit.
I laughed and placed my arm around AppleJack. I almost immediately regretted my decision, however, upon the realization that, despite knowing all about her character, I had only known her for about an hour. I awkwardly lifted my arm and then chuckled, “Don’t worry about it; I suck at science, too. Just nod your head and stay quiet.”
This time, AppleJack laughed, although it was a laugh just used to diffuse the awkward situation. Dash, in another matter, was getting rather impatient that we weren’t running yet. “Argh!” she yelled out in frustration. “When do we start?”
I shrugged and began to stretch, “Probably soon. You might want to stretch a little bit to warm up,” I suggested.
“Stretching is for losers! Come on, push-up competition,” Dash insisted. The girl had boundless energy kindled up inside of her, like a flame that refused to be put out. But knowing her impatience, she was most likely going to overexert herself in the competition.
Continuing on the topic of competition, I played around with that topic in my head. While I would get tired during the jogging, running, lifting weights, and everything, it would be fun to wipe Dash away. Sides, she was only fast. There was no way she could beat me.
I shrugged, “Alright. Just don’t complain when you lose.” I had to admit, Dash and I were close in one area: cockiness. When it comes down to physical challenge, I loved pushing myself to the limit and being the best.
We both laid down on the ground and went to a push-up position. Kevin began a count-down. “Ready, set, go!”
We were off in an instance, and Dash was cocky enough to shoot for speed rather than endurance. The young speedster began to excel above me, and she was arrogant about it. She reached forty, looked around, and then stopped seeing how I was only at twenty. It was very obvious, seeing the surprised look on her face, that she could have done way more pushups. I briefly wondered what was going through her head. Was she thinking that humans were weaker than ponies? I didn’t want to set that standard for our race, because if I was unfortunate enough, the ponies would most likely charge themselves at humans. And while they did have magic, humans have guns. Wait, why was I thinking about this? Human-pony war? That’s utter nonsense. I shook my thoughts away and glanced up at Dash, who was hovering over me like a hawk hovers over its prey.
“Ha! I win, Oliver!” she smirked.
I shook my head, already knowing my plan worked. “Dash, I am in no way tired. Just because I’m going slowly, doesn’t mean that I won’t beat you. Besides, all I have to beat now is forty, and you can’t restart.”
Dash’s face twisted into one of shock. She was seeing the flawed part of her plan to go fast. Kevin chuckled silently with AppleJack, apparently laughing over Dash’s face from what I could hear.
As I reached thirty-five, I felt the usual strain on my muscles. It was agonizing, like someone was slowly tearing away all my muscles until I was just a depleted bag of fat.
In a matter of minutes, I reached sixty and began to sweat. I pulled myself to a stop and turned to face Dash. “There,” I said happily, “sixty push-ups.” I quickly blushed, however, and looked away from the girls. I hated to be seen as weak, so I ran my shirt across my face to dab away the sweat. It was only slight, but I still felt like an idiot while the warm drips slid down my face.
Dash rolled her eyes with a smirk on her face. “Yeah, yeah, tiger, I get it. I’ll beat you next time.”
I faked a gasp of surprise, “You mean to tell me that you’ll be able to beat me and my stunning abs?”
The teen look my challenge and looked at me, “Any time, any place. Sides, there’s no way you have anything other than a two-pack.”
I pushed out my chest in pride. “I have very nice abs, Dash. Why don’t you give ‘em a feel?”
She rolled her eyes and readied her fist. Before I could tell her I mean actually touching them, she swung her fist into my stomach. I moved back an inch but kept a wicked grin on my face the entire time. Dash’s eyes glazed over, and I could see the visible shock on her face. But perhaps it was anger. She was no longer stronger than me. No, I’m overthinking things again. I had to stop letting my mind wander. It would only get me into situations that would become out of control.
“Dash?” I said, unsure of she was okay or not.
The girl shook her head slowly. “Yeah, nice,” she mumbled before walking to the changing room to change.
I stood there for a couple seconds with my hands in my pockets. “Girls are weird.” I said. Shaking my head, I jogged into the locker room, changed, and jogged out.
While I was doing my stretches, Kevin walked over to me and addressed me about my earlier situation with Dash, “I told you not to make a sex joke too soon, Oliver,” he joked.
Despite the fact that I didn’t even make a sex joke, I laughed with him. “Couldn’t help it! Anyways, how are things with Twilight?” I asked. I knew he intended to try and get together with him. But she was going to be a tough grab, so I needed to cheer him on as much as I could.
My ebony-haired friend smiled at me. “Excellent! She’s really smart, I’ll have you know.”
“Well she’s the princess’s best student,” I said knowingly. “She absorbs information fast, too.”
“That she does. I wonder how long it will take her to find out all about physics and biochemistry…” Kevin trailed off upon realizing that I had become distracted. Dash and AppleJack walked out wearing very slim shorts. It took all my willpower to not gape at them openly. Kevin, too, was turned toward them, but he was far more appropriate than I was. It was at this point when I realized how slim and tan AppleJack’s legs were. And smooth, too…
I jogged over to AppleJack and Dash with a cocky smirk plastered on my face. “Hiya,” I said. Unfortunately, I managed to create a very awkward situation which involved us all standing around saying nothing. I had to be more subtle and calm when joining into their conversation. I wanted to become friends with them, but I didn’t want to scare them away like I scared away all the other girls I’ve had interests in.
Huh, depressing thoughts.
“What’s this teacher guy like anyways?” Dash asked in order to break the awkward silence that I managed to create. I shrugged, “He’s a little odd, I guess. But all in all, he’s just a regular guy.”
The two girls nodded, and we all mindlessly chattered for a couple minutes. Kevin walked over and joined in with the conversation, too. We briefly discussed over science, something that AppleJack and I hated, and something Dash was surprisingly well educated in, before moving onto the conversation, which was something that AppleJack and I loved while Kevin and Dash did not. Soon, the teacher came out and we began our runs. It was a simple easy task, seeing as how it was a Friday, and we got off pretty easy. By the end, I was pumped up and ready, but class had ended and it was time for the final class of the day.
I glanced over to AppleJack, “Do we share the last class?” I asked hopefully.
She glanced at my schedule card, which was something I kept secure on my folder, and nodded. “Well that’s mighty lucky! It seems we do.”
Dash groaned, “I just want to go home already!”
Kevin sighed as well. “Only one more class to go!” he mentioned optimistically.
It was time for the last class of the day. Study hall. Normally, I despised study hall; I hated the constant stream of obscenities coming from my fellow classmates’ mouths, and the fact that you couldn’t get a minute of real studying done. The only good part of study hall was the fact that Oliver was in the class with me, but even then it was still my most hated class.
Today, however, was different. Today I had not only Oliver, but Rainbow Dash and Applejack with me. Today, I might actually enjoy study hall. Today, well, you get the idea.
Anyway, Oliver, Rainbow Dash, AJ, and I were walking down the hallway to the classroom. I could tell Oliver was… admiring AJ. Okay, that might be a slight understatement.
“Yo, Oliver,” I said to him, “you can’t be thinking about AJ now. I mean what about Pinkie Pie? I thought you liked her?”
“Yeah, yeah, but I mean look at her! Don’t tell me you wouldn’t do her,” retorted Oliver.
I sighed, completely ignoring his question.
“Ah reckon this here’s the classroom. Am I right boys?” said AJ, breaking the awkward silence.
“What, oh yeah that’s right, Applejack, just go on in,” said Oliver to AJ.
We walked into the classroom, and my eyes widened in surprise. Sitting at a large table were Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Rarity, and best of all, Twilight Sparkle.
“Hey, Kevin,” said Oliver, noticing where my gaze was directed, “I thought you said no thinking about sex, am I right?”
“Shut up, Oliver, and I didn’t say not to think about sex, I said not to think about AJ,” I quickly said to him.
“Oh, okay, so that means I can think about sex with Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy,” said Oliver with a grin forming on his lips. “And Twilight Sparkle, too,” he added.
Twilight interrupted us before I could drive my foot into Oliver’s soft spot.
“Hey, boys, don’t just stand there, come on over!” said Twilight.
“Yeah, Oliver, don’t just stand there admiring a certain someone,” I said to him.
“I could say the same exact thing to you,” replied Oliver angrily.
We glared at each other for a few seconds, and then burst out laughing.
“Alright, we’re coming,” I replied after my laughter subsided. Oliver was still chuckling as we sat down at the table.
“Gosh, you boys are just so weird sometimes, ah really don’t get you,” said AJ to us.
“Ah it’s nothing, we’re just,” I started, but then Pinkie Pie interrupted me.
“Ooh ooh ooh! I should totally throw a party for you guys!” said Pinkie Pie ecstatically.
“You already said that, Pinkie,” said Twilight, staring at Pinkie.
“Yeah, but I said it again because it’s super-duper important. What do you say about, I don’t know, tomorrow, at my place, starting from 6:00 pm?” asked Pinkie to Oliver and I.
“Uh sure, I’m down! What about you, Oliver?” I said.
“Um actually, guys, I already have plans to go to the Smithsonian and look at old collections of bottle caps, sorry,” said Oliver with a matter-of–fact tone in his voice.
We all looked at him incredulously, which made him fidget a bit.
“Hey, hey, I was joking! Jeez, can’t you guys tell when someone is joking?” said Oliver with an awkward chuckle.
Not wanting to leave him in an awkward position, I chuckled lightly and said, “Oh, Oliver, you’re such a joker.”
The six girls chuckled too, with Pinkie Pie giggling in delight.
“Oh yay! It’s going to be the bestest party ever! I’m going to make cupcakes, cookies, cakes, and all sorts of sugary sweets. And to top it all off, it’s going to be a pool party, oh, you guys can all swim, right?” asked Pinkie Pie. We all nodded in agreement, and Pinkie Pie grinned in pure joy.
“Great! This is good it makes we want to sing! This is your singing telegram and I hope it finds you well!” started Pinkie Pie, but was cut off by Rarity.
“Yes, yes, yes, Pinkie, but please, save that energy for the party, can you do that?” said Rarity, clearly aghast at Pinkie’s sudden breaking into song.
“You’re right, Rarity, I’m going to need all my energy for the party, thanks!” said Pinkie.
“Uh yes, no problem, dear,” replied Rarity. “Well anyway, Kevin, I heard from Twilight that you play the piano, is that true?”
“Well yeah, but it’s not that big of a deal,” I said to Rarity.
“Not big of a deal!? C’mon, Kev, you got to give more credit to yourself, man. I heard you play in the school talent show, and it was amazing!” said Oliver.
“Well, okay, maybe I am pretty good at the piano, but it’s nothing to fuss over, really,” I said, not wanting to brag.
“Hey, that’s great! We’ve always wanted to hear a live piano performance, right, Twi?” said AJ. Twilight nodded in agreement, and said, “Yes, we all have, and I’m positive that your performance will be the best we’ve ever heard!”
I chuckled nervously, “Well, don’t get your hopes up, I mean, I’m nothing to brag about, honest,”
“Oh, don’t be so modest, Kevin dear. I’m sure you’ll do fantastic,” said Rarity encouragingly.
I smiled in response. “Thanks, Rarity!” After saying that, I promptly turned to Oliver and made a pleading gesture with my eyes.
He shrugged and smiled at me, and whispered into my ear, “C’mon, Kev. Just go with it. Besides, they never said when you’d play for them.”
I gave a nervous chuckle and said, “Yeah, guess you’re right,” before turning back to the six girls. Oliver did the same.
I looked at Twilight and took a look at her book. The title was obscured from my vision, but I could tell that the book was massive. It looked like a textbook. Curious, I asked her, “Hey, Twilight, what book are you reading?”
“Oh this? It’s nothing really, just getting some information about science,” and she held up the book so that I could see the title.
I looked at the cover of the book, An Introduction to Quantum Mechanics. I was surprised, that book had many passages that I could only understand after a few hours of research, and here was Twilight reading it like a goddamn novel!
“C’mon, Twilight, you really need to stop reading and join in on the conversation,” I said to her.
“Sorry, Kevin, but I really want to get some info about science, it really is fascinating,” said Twilight to me.
I realized that it was a lost cause to try and get her away from the book, so I shrugged and said, “Alright, but try not to just read the whole period.”
Before Twilight could answer, Rainbow Dash jumped in. “Pssh, yeah right! You couldn’t get Twilight to stop reading if it was the end of the world, let alone for a conversation.”
We all laughed at Rainbow Dash’s joke, even Twilight.
“Oh Rainbow Dash, you know me too well!” said Twilight.
“You know it Twi!”
Before long, the class period was over, and Oliver and I said goodbye to the girls. As we were walking to our lockers, I let out all the excitement I built up throughout the day.
“Holy shit, dude! It was really them! The Mane Six!” I exclaimed to Oliver.
“I know, I know, I know! This is the best day of my life!” said Oliver happily.
“Well don’t give away that title just yet, remember the party tomorrow?”
I walked home while idly thinking about my day with the girls, and I couldn’t help but crackle in delight. “Oh brilliant!” I shouted to myself in my native Scottish accent. “My day just keeps getting better and better.”
With my hands shoved into my jacket pocket, I fished around for my keys while approaching my house. My brother was out at college, so it was only my mother and I who occupied the house now. However, she was out at work until around eight, and my father was currently away on an important law case in Southern Europe.
Once I was inside my house, I carelessly tossed my jacket onto the coat hanger and gazed around. It was only 2:20, so I had some time to spare before I needed to grab something to eat. I went upstairs to take a shower first, though. If there was one thing I loved about coming home from school on a Friday, it was my routine shower. Not only was it fresh and soothing, it was a chance I had to reflect on my week and examine certain situations. And right now, I had a rather large situation to examine.
I stripped speedily and jumped into the shower in mere seconds upon reaching my bathroom. As I turned the knob to the right, I was rewarded to feel scorching blasts of water pelt against my skin. I moaned in delight. While I ran my soap across my body, my mind drifted to the six girls. They were all breathtakingly beautiful, and I mean that. But they all seemed…flirty. Not that I minded! They were eighteen year old girls after all, and I’m guessing they’re not entirely used to our world – I’m assuming they’re not, of course, because of their particular actions towards Kevin and myself. Normally, people tend to alienate themselves when they’re new, but the entire group seemed friendly towards everyone. Just like in their world; everyone is nice to one another. I lathered my hair with shampoo and scrubbed it vigorously. But that still didn’t explain why the girls were still flirty. Taking a look at the fact they probably didn’t have to deal with hormones as ponies, the girls were probably unused to such feelings towards other males, and therefore unable to handle them properly. Well, it was either that or they actually liked us. I let the warm water thunder down on my head, and it temporarily deafened me as I only heard the sound of rushing water. Now that I was done with my shower, I flicked off the water and hopped out again.
Once I was properly out and dried, I changed into some tight black jeans with an orange belt, a white shirt, and a gray, button up jacket. My short, dirty blonde, hair was tousled around, so I quickly ran a comb through it. Taking another glance, I realized that I preferred my other style, so I ran a hand through it and swept it to my left. I took a final look around my house before leaving the house and locking the door behind me.
I hopped into my old Mercedes and firmly placed the key into the ignition slit. I quickly reversed out of the driveway and sped off, making quick turns through the small roads. During the duration of my drive, I idly hummed to some classic music. And by classic, I do indeed mean Bo Burnham. In a mere matter of minutes – 15 to be precise – I arrived at the main plaza where everybody would usually hang out. I parked in my usual spot and hopped out. Before I could lock my car, however, I was sent flying to the ground. Someone had run into me.
“Oh hiya, Oliver! Wow, I never thought I would run into you here! Whatcha here for? Are you going to buy some cake? I’m buying cake, because I absolutely love cake!” the girl blabbered.
“Pinkie?” I guessed as I struggled to stand up.
“Yep, that’s me! And don’t wear it out,” she joked.
“My goodness, Pinkie, you’re killing the poor man!” a high pitch voice wailed out.
“Oh no! I can’t kill him now; he has to be alive for the awesome party that I’m throwing later. You’re coming, right, Oliver?” Pinkie asked me.
I nodded, completely baffled by the girl’s tendency to just blab for incredibly long periods of time. “Yes, yes I am,” I told her calmly. Well, I had to try and act calm. In all honesty, Pinkie was my favorite pony. Beautiful, sweet, fun, and so lighthearted. She was everything I ever wanted in a girl.
“That’s great! What’s your favorite drink? I like cider, ‘cause it tastes amazing~!” she sang out.
I glanced behind Pinkie to see Rarity walking towards me. “My goodness, Oliver, are you okay? Ah, Pinkie’s gone and spoiled your outfit. Tell you what; I’ll buy you some new clothes. I was granted – erm, given a lot of money from this very high authority.”
Princess Celestia gave them money? I’m guessing they’re able to cheat the US government, which probably isn’t really that hard for them.
“Oh no, it’s fine, Rarity. I really don’t want to impose. I would like to join you two in shopping, though,” I said.
Rarity smiled in delight. “That would be wonderful! We will have such a fantastic time. I must warn you, Pinkie and I will be hitting all the boring clothing stores, and I know how much you males hate shopping there. If there’s any place you need to stop first, I would highly recommend going there first.”
“I just need to grab something in this store that I occasionally work at. I’ll meet you whatever shop you’re going to.” I explained to Rarity as I gestured in the general direction of my store.
Rarity let out a small squeal, “Idea!” She quickly snatched something out of her purse and gave it to me. Before she could give it to me, she turned it over and jotted something on the back. “That has my number on it. Just give us a call and let me know when you’re on your way.”
I shot her a smile and pocketed the card. “Will do,” I said.
The girls left to go shopping, and I walked towards my store. The specific store I was heading to was actually Gamestop. There were a couple of games that I desperately wanted to get my hands on. While I was walking, I pulled out my phone and input Rarity’s number. I was about to put it away, but curiosity got the better of me, so I flipped it over to check out the back. In neat, cursive handwriting, there were three numbers scribbled on the back. The first one read: AppleJack – followed by a number. The next one: Dash – followed by a number. And the final one: Pinkie – followed by a number. I chuckled light heartedly. It looks like Rarity is trying to set me up with one of the girls.
I pushed open the doors to Gamestop and walked inside. There were my games – Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker, and Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword. It irritated me to no ends that I had to repurchase Wind Waker, but I had leant it to a friend and never received it back. The Legend of Zelda series was, without a doubt, my favorite video game series. I had been playing them ever since I was little, and I was now in the process of replaying all of them. Kevin would occasionally join in and help. It was fun. Well, it was fun for me. Not all teens enjoy spending their Saturday night playing Legend of Zelda, Mass Effect, and Elder Scrolls.
“Oliver?” said a voice.
Without turning around, I answered the voice. “Hey, Kev. It’s not like you to crawl out of your man-cave to socialize with the modern-world, what’s the special event?”
Kevin laughed at my joke and gave me a friendly pat on the back. “I was actually hoping to meet one of the girls here.”
“In Gamestop? Come on, Kev, think outside of the box that clouds your vision,” I joked.
Kevin shrugged. “Hey, I’m only in here because I saw you come in.”
“And I’m naturally surrounded by girls, correct?” I smiled. “I caught Rarity and Pinkie Pie just after I arrived. They should be in a clothing store by now. Rarity also gave me the numbers of AppleJack, Pinkie, and Dash. I guess you could say I’m having a good day.”
With a surprised look, Kevin said, “Really? Wow, that as incredibly quick to get all those numbers. Maybe you could invite them somewhere after the party?”
I nodded. “That’s just my plan.”
Kevin and I continued to chatter amongst ourselves as we left Gamestop and headed towards the clothing store. We met up with Rarity and Pinkie Pie and had an awesome day of buying some clothes and other accessories. It was a whole load of fun. Pinkie and I really hit it off, which is probably the best thing to ever happen to me. When we reached the food court to sit down, Pinkie and I sat alone at the table while Kevin and Rarity went off to buy some food. Pinkie and I decided to play a quick back-and-forth game to get to know each other even more.
“Favorite color?” she asked me.
“White. You?”
“Pink.”
The questions were like that. I learned a lot about her. She was always bubbly and optimistic; it really made me brighten up.
I finally arrived home and ate. I gulped down about a gallon of apple juice and had some lettuce. Not exactly my favorite meal, but I was too tired to make anything else. After eating, I crashed down on my bed. Huh, heading to sleep at around 8:00 on a Friday, I really do have no social life. My mind began to drift, and I soon feel asleep with sweet, simplistic dreams.
Author's Note: Wow, I'm really sorry this is so late, everypony. I shot an email to the author of Kevin's story, but he never uploaded it, and then he became a little lazy of writing it. Haha, oh well. So, please read and review.
