Story 1
Bookworm or better known as Bookie by most in the University of Canterlot was second most studious pony in the University, the third was a mare named Moondancer, the top place was filled by Twilight Sparkle. Bookie was known to be a leading expert in cultural history of most races, that included the lore surrounding the Dragon Lands. Bookworm was filling out paperwork to travel to Threstralia to study bat ponies. She sat at the present time with her two classmates Moondancer and Twilight Sparkle, and accompied by the fourth most studious pony, a Threstral named Snowflake Obsidian. "You do know Bookie, that among my kind....if you say no to anypony if they offer to help you that you'll be frowned upon as being racist and could end up being treated as an outcast. We pride ourselves on being helpful, and you should learn some of our code phrases because it could save your hide."
"Thanks Snowflake, I'll do that.....how many different species of you are there?"
"Six hundred and three score and six species including their subspecies!"
"Twily you need!" Exclaimed Snowflake Obsidian laughing, "I'd wager that iffy sandwich that looks as if Shining Armor put together to my my weak stomach that Moondancer knew that!"
"Well Snowflake, I did not know that....so enjoy the iffy sandwich!" As Snowflake ate the cucumber sandwich made with miracle whip and not mayonnaise, Snowflake looked like she was gonna puke. Bookworm giggled during the scene unfolding before her and it was killing her. The crimson red wings of the Threstral known as Snowflake Obsidian drooped and her ears pinned back; both Twily and Bookie ran off in two directions and hollowering over their shoulders.
"Thanks for cleaning up M.D!" Moondancer and Snowflake after the clean up could be seen heading to their class. Bookworm poured through her textbook and listened to her professor drone on about ancient yak civilizations, information and data that she knew already. At any rate her next professor would be teaching Threstralian history as they knew of it.
Four weeks later
Bookie was packing her three suitcases and checked her passport, she was all packed and Snowflake Obsidian sat on her bed, "Remember if a Threstral takes your drink and replaces, and mention the number 666 or or any three repeating digits that are the exact same it means your drink is laced with something. As a another mental note, some of us are attracted to certain shampoos or lotions and may shove our muzzles into ya for a better whiff. For the love of Celestia don't go clubbing alone! When a mare does that it means she's open and up for grabs. So make friends sooner than later and one last thing.....keep your door locked and sleep with the windows closed because we can somethimes decide to perch on the foot-board and watch you sleep as I've done."
"I'll be careful.....so um, if I decide to eat out what should I do if they bring me the wrong dish?"
"Just fucking eat it! In my culture if a mistake as small as even not adding enough salt could end your job career! Had a cousin who was just three grains of salt off and she got fired! We can smell stuff like that and we expect perfection from restaurant staff and hotel staff. You see, my culture can be very accepting and at the same harsh as a sandpaper."
"I think I got it, let's go meet the girls for one last drink before I begin my journey tomorrow." The duo trotted along Snowflake's wings bounced gaily, now coming toward them they saw Moondancer and Twily cantering their direction. They entered their favorite night club and listened to DJ-Pon3 perform with her cellist friend Octavia.
"I can't believe you're leaving us tomorrow!"
"I know Twily, maybe I should pack some garlic just in case."
"Remember to acquire a stick!"
"Bookworm don't pack those items, in my culture that tells us that you have a predisposition for distrust and we won't do business with you if anything, acquire some unique coins; my countrymen love coins from far off places to us that is a sign of good will because it'll show that you took time to travel to us. While your there let street musicians share with you."
Bookie nodded, she must remember to pack her travel Dulcimer. As she trudged home, she decided to that her fiddle might be the better instrument. She was scared, she didn't want to fuck her chance and study permits by starting WW3 because she angered the Threstrals.
Threstralia
Bookie had arrived in Threstralia and just stepped on the wooden boarding dock; the crisp clean air met her lungs, and as she was about to levitate her three bags she noted a young Threstral looking at her. "Where to with the baggage ma'am?"
Bookworm almost turned the mare down and remembered what Snowflake had told her. "To the hotel it's the Lé Comforté near the city hall building I believe." Following the porter, Bookie was awed by the telekenetic capabilities that Threstrals possessed. Once in her hotel she began to wish she wished she had prepped better for her trip.
The hotel desk clerk looked at her, "Sorry miss, an error has been made with your reservations so may I offer you an upgrade?" Bookie almost blew a fuse because her reservations were months ago.
"An upgrade sir?"
"Yes ma'am, a corner suite with a mountain view, it's own kitchenette, and complimentary room service and I can lock it the rates for what you paid for original suite."
"Thank you kindly, have a good day " when she made into her room, the mountain view was as such that sunrise or sunset it would be an amazing view. Looking over at her porter she pointed to the corner of room nearest the closest.
"So....porter what's your name?"
"My name ma'am is Enigma, a mystery to all and quite decent in coding and cryptology in my spare time."
"Cool name, here is composition for your services and not to seem rude....but what do you threstrals do for fun at night?"
"Night clubs and party until we raise absolute hell, or somethimes grab coffee and see a movie. But to be fair ma'am I should let you know that night activities need to be done with a friend. Hell I'm off tonight join my friends and I - we've never had a unicorn before."
"Thanks that would be fun!" As Enigma flew off, the last phrase made her have an image of a unicorn being eaten alive. Laughing she decided to catch up on sleep.