Spirit of Winter 2: New in Town

>After witnessing the large group of colorful ponies simultaneously scream and then run away.  You need time to compose yourself.
>Rubbing your temples you think to yourself: Okay so we know that these things speak, and they seem to have an organized society; which means they have means of running water and they likely cook their food.
>So far so good.
>You then decide to try and convince them you are not a monster and that you need help not dying of hypothermia.
>It is apparent that most of these buildings are shops with lofts where the ponies likely live.
>Any old house will do you just need to act like you are not a savage beast looking to eat them.
>You choose a shop with a sign depicting a rose, lily, and daisy.
> When you knock on the front door you hear what sounds like three ponies squeaking simultaneously.
>”s-stay quiet girls, if we don’t say anything… maybe i-it-it’ll go away”
>“I’m scared Rose...”
>”I’m scared too Lily”
>“Go see if it’s gone Daisey.”
>“Are you crazy, that thing might eat me or steal my soul!”
>You knock on the door again only to be met with three loud squeaks.
>This is going no where.
>You decide to try another house, in hopes that they might be a little more hospitable.
> Unfortunately things don’t work out that way, because of course nothing ever works out.
> As you are walking down the middle of the street you hear from behind you a pony yell.
> “YEHAW!! Get em Bigmac.”
> “eeyup.”

> You quickly turn around to see a big red pony square up to hit you with its hind legs.
>Before you can react you feel your head snap back from the blow you just took.
>  You feel a trickle of blood coming down the side of your head and the cold wetness of snow seeping into your wool coat.
> “he’s still conscious Mac, Twi needs em out cold before we take em to er”.
> It's on now.
> You kick your leg up into the air, hitting the big red horse in the jaw, sending him toppling over.
> Now back on your feet you give a satisfied smirk as you watch the red pony stagger back to his feet.
> With your attention on the red pony you don’t notice the other pony squaring up to buck you in the stomach.
*Oof*
> You’re are once again on the ground, now with the wind knocked out of you.
> You manage to react quick enough to roll out of the way when you see the tan pony about to stomp your ass.
>What the fuck!?
>Aren't these thing supposed to be about happiness, smiles and butterflies!?
>Jesus, this needs to end.
>The tan horse manages to duck in between you legs and shitkick you to the ground.
>"Well it was fun there-"
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS PLACE!!
>The tan horse girl stops herself before stomping your face in, which gives you enough time to pull her legs out from under her

>“Wut in tarnation?  You can talk?”
> The tan pony interjects while staggering back on her feet.
Yes I can talk!! Look what you did to Slata!! You got mud on her stock and there’s water going down her barrel!!

>The tan pony stands in shock as she watches you rubbing your cheek against your rifle, mutter reassurances to it.
>”uhh… Big Mac, ah think yu should go tell Twi to get her flank on down here.  I dun think this fellers a monster.”
>“eeeyup”
> The Red pony who you gather is named Big Mac trots off to go get someone named 'Twi'.
>The tan pony continues to stare at you for a few more seconds and then decides to sit down in front of you.
>”CAN YOO UNDERSTAYND MEEE?”
> You raise an eyebrow at her as you reply
Uh?... yeah I can understand you just fine.  Not sure why you’re asking
>“Sorry bout that, jus trying ta make sure you were't like one of them liar-birds Fluttershy keeps."
Ooookay.
>”uh.. by the way mah names Applejack.  You mind tellin me what yours is?” she asks holding her hoof out
My name is Anonymous Trollololovich Legionstev, but you can call me Anon.
>You take Applejack hoof into your hand to which she responds by shivering slightly when you wrap your fingers around her hoof.  Its obvious that the feeling of fingers is something new.
> You play twenty questions with Applejack before your hear someone call out.
>“Applejack!! I came as fast as I could when Bigmacintosh told me what happened.”
> You look over applejacks shoulder to see a purple…. Unicorn?... Well that’s new...
> The purple mare upon seeing you stops in her tracks and simply stares at you with an awe struck look
> You decide to just smile and wave.
Uhh... hi my name is Anon
>“wha-what are you”
I guess you could call me a human… Do I look that weird?
>“W-well you c-cer-certainly look unusual.”
> The purple mare comes over and sits down next to Applejack and the game of twenty questions begins once again.

>After an extended conversation with the purple mare who you have found out is named “Twilight Sparkle”, the inevitable question comes.
>You have also found out that you are no longer on Earth; in fact you are in another world in a Kingdom called “Equestria”.
>”So how did you get here?”
Well that’s the problem.  I have no idea, I was trekking through the Alaskan wilderness (you decide to leave out the hunting part due to the shock it will likely cause), A tree fell on me, I went out cold, and I woke up here.
>”What’s Alaska?”
Uh... It’s a state in a country on Earth.
>”When you were unconscious did you see anything?”
Well... I remember hearing a music box playing an old folk tune, but that’s about it.
>Twilight places her hoof on her chin, giving a look suggesting she is deep in thought
>”That’s really strange, I’ve never heard of something like that.”
> After thinking for a little while longer, she stands up.
> “I’m going to have to send Princess Celestia a letter in the morning, but for now you’re going to have to stay with me”
For what?
>”You’re an unknown creature, therefore I have to notify the Princess about your existence and were going to have to see what she thinks I should do."
You’re not going to dissect me, are you?
>”Of course not! We didn’t know that Kappa’s existed until a few years ago and we did not dissect them.  So you should not have to worry about that.”
>You give a sigh of relief as you stand up.
>”Applejack do you think you could get everypony to calm down and tell them Anon won’t eat them?”
> “sure thing Twi” Applejack says jumping up “see ya tomorrow Anon”
> You wave back at Applejack as you walk away with Twilight.

>Twilight begins her barrage of question as you two walk back to her home.
> “So you don’t have a monarch?”
Nope, where I’m from we choose our leaders.  But no matter what we do; they always end up being crooked and selfish.  It used to be a more efficient system but then things started to go downhill.  From what I can tell you ponies have it good, having such a kind and wise ruler.
>Twilight’s frown disappears when she hears this.
>”Well I’m glad you like it so far.”

>Twilight leads you to the entrance of a large tree….library... House? From what you can tell the tree functions as tree, library and a house... Cool.
>”Well here we are."
> To your shock, her horn begins to glows and the door knob turns on its own.
> As Twilight walks inside all you can do is stand with a look of pure shock.
> “You alright Anon?”
…how…how did you open the d…dd…door?
>”With magic of course!” she chirps.
>That really does nothing to help you relac.  Magic… you guess this makes sense in a world full of colorful ponies and mythical creatures.

>When you enter the “Library” as Twilight has informed you.
> You are greeted with warm gust of air along with the smell of cooking pasta and baked apple cobbler.
> This immediately brings a giant smile to your face.
*snif snif* Woah that smells awesome, you have roommate Twilight?
>”Well he’s more like my assistant” she chirps again “His name is Spike, you’ll meet him pretty soon.”
Awesome.
>You then hear a childlike voice coming from the Kitchen ”Hey Twilight!! You take care of that Monster?”
>”Hi spike. And No, the so called monster was not a monster at all.  He’s actually really nice and he’s going to be staying with us for a while.”
>”WHAT!!”
> You look over to the range and see a small lizard looking thing with an apron on, looking at you with wide eyes.
> All you can really do is smile sheepishly and shrug your shoulders.  This leads to a few moments of awkward silence.
>Twilight decided to break silence.
>“Spike this is Anon, Anon this is Spike.”
>”Uh hi...”
Hello yourself.

>The awkward silence resumes.
So uh... if you don’t mind me asking… what exactly are you.
>”I was going to ask you the same thing.”
Well I asked first so you have to tell me.
>”I’m a dragon”
> You already know what a dragon is... no further questions needed.  Your brain could use a break.
Well I’m a human..
>”Whats that?”
I’m a hairless, bipedal ape
>”Bi- what?
Bipedal: it means I walk on two legs.
>”oh...”
>Spike then proceeds to hop off the stool he was standing on to get a better look at you.  He walks up to you slowly circling you, like a dog trying to figure out what something is.
>”If you’re a monkey then how come you don’t have a tail?”
Well my ancestors just stopped growing tails for some reason.  Modern humans don’t know why
>”That’s weird”
Well if you’re a dragon why don’t you have wings?
>”HEY!! I’m only five years old!  They’ll start growing when I turn six!”
Alright, alright, I didn’t mean to offend.

>Spike resumes asking questions about where you’re from and what it’s like, which you are happy to answer
>Alright the food should be ready now” she says hoping back on his stool “I hope you can eat pasta salad and apple cobbler, because I don’t have any bananas for you… Princess Celestia bought all the bananas in  Equestria”
Not a problem little brother.

>After you have stuffed your face with cobbler and pasta, Twilight has cease all her questions you decide you may need to help out in some way.
Hey Twilight… uh how about I wash the dishes for you and Spike.
>”Don’t worry about it Anon, I can do it in less time than a thousand dishwashers could.”
> Immediately the dishes start to glow and in the blink of an eye the grime and cobbler remnants are all gone.
>That's new...
>With all this said and done, you decide that you should probably take a quick inventory of all the stuff you have in your pack.
>Let's see here...
>Food, broken gps, flint, matches, map, bandanna, knife, more matches, wet stone... Holy shit, your bayonet?
>You still have that shitty spike bayonet that came with you gun?  Wow, that's a surprise.
>"Um Anon?"
Yes?
>"What is all this?"
>And so the question begin.


>After a game of twenty thousand questions you have sorted through all your stuff and have it neatly packed away.
> You look up at a clock at you are not surprised at the current time.
> Midnight.
Hey Twilight I think it about time we get some sleep.
>“Uhuh… Anon, can you tell me the difference between freeze drying and dehydrating again?"
Well, freeze drying is the chemical process of taking water out of food by chemical means, which you normally do ,by vacuum sealing the food and placing it in a freeze with various chemical.  And dehydrating, you're really just taking the water out of it.  Really Twi, I need to get some sleep.



>Twilight gives you a disappointed look, but reflexively yawns.
>”I guess you’re right.  I’ll go get you some blankets and a pillow for you”
Thanks… Oh and by the way, do you have a way I can wash these clothes?
>”yes, just place them in the basket by the bathroom; I’ll get them clean for you tomorrow”
Thank you.

>You strip down to your underwear and you then realize that you did not pack any extra clothes... well no problem... Right?... These ponies walk around nude all day... It shouldn’t be a problem... Naw Twilight won’t care
>Out of the corner of your eye you notice your reflection
> Son of a bitch you’re thin... like really thin, you look like you’re about a few days away from starving to death.  Though you still look slightly tone... Alaska will do that to you.  At least your boxer briefs look good on you... a wee bit short though.
> “Anon here are some blankets for you, I hope won't b…”
> You look over at Twilight who has dropped the blankets she was levitating.
> She’s beet red.
>”You’re... so...”
Thin I know… I've just been living rough for so long… haven’t really had any decent meals in a long time...
>”Uh... yeah... thin.”
> You look down and you see you’re junk bulging out.
> You blush a little but you remain professional.
Hey thanks for letting me stay here, it means a lot.
>”You’re... welcome”
> You walk over to her and take the blankets thanking her again and plot down on the couch drawing the blanket over you.
Well goodnight then!
>”G-goodnight” she replies before turning out the light.
> You are too tired to reflect on the day and so you go out like a light.