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// Story: Hands
// Chapter: Extras Number One
// Author: Andrew Joshua Talon
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Hands
By Andrew J. Talon
NOTES: Just a bit of fun for you guys to enjoy until the real story is ready to go.
It might take a while and I hate leaving my readers hanging without anything to
enjoy. Yes, my ego is fragile but what the hell.
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An Interesting Proposal (And A Reason to Keep Your Mouth Shut or Open, Depending on
your POV)
"So, Andrew," Twilight said, as she trotted into the library proper. I was sitting
and reading a book peacefully, and looked up as she faced me.
"Yes?" I asked.
"I was wondering if for our next date, you'd like me to go as a human... Well,
humanoid anyway," she said. "I haven't perfected the transformation just yet."
"Well, sure, if you want," I said with a shrug and a smile. "Sounds like it might
be fun."
"Good," Twilight said, "because I wanted to get your opinion of my human form." Her
horn glowed, and then the rest of her did. Her form stretched and stood up on her
backhooves, and her mane became longer. The glow faded, and I was left...
Staring at a stark naked, very hot purple skinned girl. Her feet were still hooves,
she still had a tail, her ears were still pony-like and her horn remained in the
center of her forehead but trust me, none of that was an impediment.
My jaw was to the floor. Sure, I'd seen her in human form before but that one
hadn't been as... Polished, if you get my meaning.
"Uh..." I looked up at the ceiling. "Er... What... You've got on... Is totally fine
by me."
"You mean naked?" She asked curiously. "You wear clothes though."
Twilight scowled. "You're just hemming and hawing because you're hoping I go on the
date naked, aren't you?"
"What? No!" I said quickly. She hopped in my lap and scowled. I coughed and finally
was unable to look anywhere but into her stern eyes. I sighed and nodded.
"I see," Twilight said thoughtfully. She shrugged. "I guess I'll just have to go
around like this until it's no longer awkward." She stood up and smiled brightly,
crossing her arms under her breasts. "How does that sound?"
"... Fine by me," I managed. She headed out, and I held the open book over my red
hot face.
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Fashion Foibles
I'll admit it: I have paid attention to fashion and I know more than a lot of other
guys. It's primarily thanks to the fact my gay brother is a walking encyclopedia of
fashion, among other stereotypes of homosexuality taken to such a degree it's like
he stepped out of Will and Grace just to annoy and offend straights and gays
equally.
Point is, I can appreciate dressing well, and I can appreciate wearing clothing,
being human.
It does not mean I am fine with being a model of clothing and having to stand
around for several hours being poked and prodded by a unicorn.
"Rarity, this is entirely unnecessary," I said, once again. I got the feeling that
wasn't in her vocabulary.
"Nonsense! An entire species that wears clothes most of the time! This is a dream
come true!" Rarity gasped. “Why, your fashion must be far in advance of our own!
It’s wondrous! It’s amazing! Your people are simply fantastic!”
"Then use them for models, not me," I grumbled. The outfit I had on was a kind of
green suit that looked like it belonged in the Wizard of Oz, or as an get-up the
Eighth Doctor would find a bit old fashioned. And I actually liked that Doctor a
lot. Rarity bustled around, pins and strings and measuring tape all floating around
me like stars orbiting a black hole.
"I have no other models, dear," Rarity chuckled. "Besides! Don't you want to look
your best? I assure you, no human being anywhere else will be as finely attired as
you!"
"Nonsense, you stand upright do you not?" She asked, doing some sewing.
CRASH.
I poked my head out from a pile of mannequins, and focused on the spinning world.
"Oooh..."
Rarity huffed. "Oh, wonderful. Now I'll have to start all over!" She held up her
needles. "Come now, up you go!"
"No way!"
"Never!"
"HOLD IT!"
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"So, I like the chocolate covered ones, but Rainbow Dash says the caramel flavored
ones are better! Can you believe it?" Pinkie Pie asked Twilight Sparkle as they
trotted by the Carousel Boutique. The purple unicorn chuckled.
"Well yeah, me too, but one better than the other?! It's crazy talk, absolute-!"
Andrew burst out of the door of the shop, covered in strips of clothing and running
for his life.
"FREEEEDOM!"
The two ponies stared after this, before Pinkie shook her head.
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The next story arc is coming soon. I hope this tides you over until then.