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- >I was awoken by a frantic Twilight.
- >She apparently had sent word of my arrival and my doings here to the Princess' of this world.
- >“She said she was sending a chariot here to pick us up... It should be here around noon.”
- >As we walked out I noticed that she was stordito with excitement.
- > “I haven't seen Celestia in months!”
- “You know her Altezza Reale?”
- >“Looks like the translation spell is still flawed...”
- “Haha, sorry, it's a habit, it seems I can still void the spell if I wish.”
- >As we were walking along, we encountered a... Odd pony.
- >Her eyes were miss aligned, and she kept on crashing into everything... Even me.
- >I caught her before she could do any more damage.
- >“Opp's... I'm sorry...”
- “It's okay, just try be be more careful.”
- >“Oh hey! You're the one who saved those ponies yesterday!”
- >She reached into her bag and pulled out a strange pastry.
- >“Here!”
- “What...Is that..?”
- >She looked shocked.
- >“You've... Never had a muffin before?”
- “I don't think I have...”
- >She put the “muffin” in my hand, and I took a bite.
- >It had a taste of Cinnamon
- “Santo cazzo questo è delizioso!”
- >you hear something in the direction of the wall eyed pony.
- >She was trying to say something... But it was in pony.
- >I looked back to twilight.
- “Cosa sta succedendo? Perché non riesco a capirla?”
- >She looked at me in a face of confusion.
- *Cazzo, l'incantesimo si ruppe.*
- >I used hand signs to convey that the spell broke.
- >I knelt down so Twilight could touch my head.
- >This time I knew the side affect's and braced my self.
- >After a second, I felt the impact. But this time, I barely moved.
- >as I was standing I started to understand everything again.
- >“--happend?”
- “I... Do not know... But that was the best damn thing I ever had.”
- >I looked back at the wall eyed one. She was beaming.
- “That was an amazing pastry, that “muffin” thing. Thank you Ms...”
- >“Derpy Hooves!”
- “Nice to meet you Ms. Hooves, and thanks for the muffin.”
- >“No problem.”
- >She flew away, still randomly running into things.
- >“That... was interesting...”
- >I just laughed, and finished the muffin.
- >About ten minutes later we encountered the hyper active Pink pony.
- >She bounced over to us with a grin on her face.
- >“Hiya Twilight! Hiya Izzy!”
- “Who is this.. Izzy?”
- >“You, silly filly!”
- >I glared into her eyes.
- "No. I am not an.. Izzy.”
- >“Sure you are!”
- “No... Ugh... Fine... What do you want?”
- >“It's time for your party silly!”
- “I'm not silly... And we have to be somewhere today.”
- >I could swear she deflated as I said that...
- >I sighed, and turned to Twilight.
- >“I guess we have time to spare, Pinky...”
- >Pinky instantly perked up.
- >“YAY!”
- >“But we can only stay for about 20 minutes.”
- >She seemingly disappeared from sight, only to be found on my head, under my hood.
- “GAH!”
- >“Onward Izzy!”
- “Get down from my head!”
- >“Awww, come on... lemme stay... Please?”
- >Those damn eyes. Those GOD DAMNED EYES.
- “Fine...”
- >“Yay! Forward march!”
- >After a short walk we were outside of a shop of sorts.
- >“Here we are.”
- >We walked inside to see it packed with ponies.
- > “He's here everypony! The new pony AND hero!”
- “Pinky, I'm not equine... I'm a man.”
- >“Whatever silly, it's party time!
- >She jumped off my head and made her way around the room to a thing that looked like it had muffins on it.
- >I walked closer and saw they were not muffins. I was slightly disappointed.
- >Pinky apparently saw my look of disappointment, and asked what was wrong.
- “Thought you had muffins...”
- >”No silly, that's Derpy's thing. Besides, cupcakes are better!”
- “Cup...cakes? Is that a cake in a cup or something?”
- >The look of shock appeared on her face.
- > “You've never had a cupcake before!?”
- “I've never even herd of them.”
- >She gasped at that comment and disappeared again.
- >Again, she was on my head, this time, forcing something down my thought.
- >It tasted like surrender. But that's not the point for now.
- >”Sooo? What did it taste like?”
- “French.”
- >”What's a French?”
- >i saw a French like thing off in the corner of the room, and pointed at it.
- “That, is a French.”
- >”No silly, Gaston! He helped make the food.”
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