Pat awoke just around the time that he figured he would. He knew this because when he stood up, stretching himself out, he poked his head out of the window and saw that the sun was about midway up in the sky. The young man almost jumped out of his skin, however, when he felt a hoof on his shoulder. Spinning in place he saw that it was that pony from before…Lyra was her name. He wondered what she was ogling when he looked down and remembered that he hadn't gotten his clothes on before he fell asleep. "Out!" He shouted, breaking the mare out of her chance as she scuttled out of the room quickly.
He changed into his clean clothes, consisting of a white t-shirt with the logo of his family's pizza place, blue jeans, and a pair of black tennis shoes along with boxers and socks, before he came out into the hallway where Lyra seemed to be daydreaming. "Oi, what you saw in there shall not be spoken of. Understood?" Turning to him shyly, the aquamarine mare nodded before she trotted downstairs, the teen in tow. "So, uh, when are we gonna go see that one pony with my clothes? What was her name…Rarity?"
She nodded, glancing back at him with a smile before she spoke up, "Probably in a little bit, after we've eaten lunch and everything. Don't be surprised if the ponies in town are scared or something. Remember that here, you're a mythical creature. Bon Bon and I aren't really sure how they'll react when we just trounce around town with you. They might be in awe, but they might be calling for Celestia's guard to throw you in the dungeons."
That last part didn't sound very appealing but he said nothing about it, walking into what appeared to be their kitchen where Bon Bon was cooking up their lunch. It appeared to consist of flowers fried in some sort of oil or butter- most likely oil considering they were herbivores- and she had some bread toasting in another pan, assorted jams and knives splayed out across the table to choose from. What he found the most interesting were the flavors that they had available.
There was Zap Apple Jam, Snowberry Jam, Rose Jam, Mango Jam, and other odd random flavors, some of things he had heard of, others he hadn't. The flowers and bread were soon done, Lyra plating everything as her part of the work and setting the plates down on the table. He decided to check out the zap apple jam and spread it across one of his slices of toast before putting the sandwich together. When he took the first bite, the first flavor that hit him was the flowers; the oddly aromatic and slight bitterness to them was weird. They didn't really have a flavor but at the same time it was as if he could taste the fragrance they were giving off.
But what really got the flavor kicked up was the Zap Apple Jam. It splayed an entire assortment of flavors across his palate that was almost too much; from raspberry, to grape, then to Granny Smith apples. He got over the initial kick, though, and took another large bite, now enjoying the sandwich. Maybe these ponies' diets weren't so bad after all. He figured it would still take a bit to get used to, though. But when is it ever easy to change what you're used to eating?
Once their stomachs were nice and placated the trio headed out to meet Rarity. Too much of their surprise, the ponies didn't seem to give a damn about the human walking them. A couple gave odd glances but otherwise they were left alone. Except for one little colt who ran up and shouted about Patrick looking cool, at least until his mother dragged him back with her magic, not in fright of the teen, but of her colt bugging them when he had no reason to. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, living amongst the ponies; especially if they so easily accepted him into their society. They were at Rarity's boutique after another few minutes of walking once they got done with the scene with the colt.
Lyra knocked on the door with her hoof and they were ushered in by a melodic voice that sounded very high-class to Pat. He hoped she wouldn't be stuck up or something. Surprisingly, when she came out to greet them, she took a look at him and squealed in excitement.
"You must be the human that Bon Bon was telling me about! Oh do sit down, dearie, make yourself comfortable." She pulled up a chair with her magic and pushed him down into it using the same force, trotting up to him and giving him a once over. "When they showed me your garb I couldn't wait to start work on it! Only I wasn't sure of the fashions of your people so I wanted to wait and meet you and ask you a few questions before anything was started. Hmmm…Would you mind if I took your measurements as well?" He shrugged and she giggled giddily before dragging him into another room with her magic, having him step up on a pedestal before she hovered a ruler to him and began to take measurements of his various…measurements. He wasn't really sure what to call the places she was measuring; his hips and waist and what-not. While she did that, she pulled up a clipboard and a feather pen.
"Let's start off with your name shall we?" She glanced up at him with a dainty grin and winked.
"Well, my name is Pat- Er, Batman…" He was becoming unsure about the fake name the more he used it. It was just turning into an annoyance to remember. He would figure out the right time to reveal it at some point. Until that time, the teen was stuck using the name.
"It's quite a pleasure to meet you, Batman. My name is Rarity. So what are the fashions that you usually follow?" Her pen was poised on the clipboard, ready for an answer, but he didn't really have on to give. He never really paid attention to fashion. He just wore what he felt looked good on him. But he figured he may as well go with what he always liked to wear then.
"Well, I like to wear flannel button-up shirts. I have them in most colors. This is just my work shirt. And as for the pants I wear, I usually just wear denim jeans. Of course there are my boxers, but it doesn't really matter what they look like as long as they're not pink. Also, I like to wear black socks. I feel they just look better. Is that good?" By this point he looked like he was in the middle of the outward jump in a jumping jack, the ruler performing it's last few measurements before it rolled itself back up and flew back into the drawer it had previously been stashed away inside of.
"Perfect, dearie. Now you three skedaddle and I'll get to work on your clothing," She was already pushing them out of her boutique with her magic and gave them no time to answer once they were out, the door slamming in her face.
"Well uh, where to, now?" He looked down to the two mares curiously and they gave what he figured was their version of a shrug. "Wanna just head home then?" They nodded and he walked forward not two feet before he was met with a wall of pink and lost consciousness. 'God damnit…' was the last thought he managed before the poor teen was out.
(Sorry for not having little to no author's notes in the story. It's all pre-published. However, if it does get enough attention and I feel like I should continue it then the next chapters will definitely have them. Also, come on guys, I need reviews. I need to know if you guys want more and what you want more of!)