“I’d be willing to participate in your experiments, but can you at least let me know ahead of time?” The pads are easy enough to remove. Making sure there’s nothing else stuck to your body, you find the only shirt you have and slip it back on. Great, that ball dispensed glitter on you too. “Also, I’m kind of hungry, what do you usually eat for breakfast?”
 
Twilight pushes a button that shuts the machinery off as it dies mid-beep. “Well, I already had breakfast, but you can help yourself to anything in the kitchen.” Her horn glows a purple haze as stacks of paper follow her out of the basement. With nothing else to do, you also leave.
 
The sun cascades rays of light through the windows and open door as Spike places some books unto the shelves. He notices you, but goes back to what he was doing. “This way.” The near mono-toned pony says as she levitates the machine’s output somewhere on the second floor while heading in a different direction. Having to duck slightly under the archway, you find yourself in a modest, yet appropriately scaled to pony size, kitchen. As you think about what to get amongst the fruits, veggies, and grains, some sort of force moves your hand. “These are so intricate.” While the forearm down is still being enveloped in the tale-tale sign of magic, she bends your fingers along the knuckles and rotates your hand around in the glow while moving her head to see it at different angles.
 
This has gone on long enough. Giving a tug against the pulling sensation, you free yourself from the magical grasp. “You could at least buy me a drink before you science rape me in my sleep. Ponies have this thing called ‘private space’ too, right?” You think about how different it would be if Twilight came to Earth, but that’s no excuse for treating you like a plaything.
 
She gives a questioning look. “Well, yea, but I thought you cared about humanology and helping to bridge the gap between the two planets. I mean, you didn’t mind answering all those ponies yesterday, and I thought humans might not have such physical boundary constraints… you did touch my horn without asking, like figuring out what it is was more important, so I should be able to do the same. Am I wrong?”
 
Taking a deep breath, you try to pick your words carefully. “Look, it’s just a breach of social etiquette, the inter-personal kind. You can’t just examine me whenever you felt like it. A forewarning would be nice, but don’t expect me to always agree. I wasn’t expecting you to treat me like a toy or some animal to study. In fact, anything one would generally NEED to remove human clothes to do is likely a breach of social etiquette. Even science. Ponies might not wear clothing like humans do, but you taking off my shirt and taking readings was not okay. It’s like… someone taking away something that makes me feel more secure. You stripped me of that. The act of removing another’s clothing, when they’re not in an emergency situation, is typically seen as an intimate gesture. Wanted or unwanted, it carries some heavy social implications.” Now that you’ve cooled down, you notice she’s looking like a kid who got caught stealing cookies. Be firm, have to stop this before it gets out of control. It’s not too bad, you expected her to go overboard. At least she didn’t vivisect you while asleep. “I think it’s great that you’re trying to do research and all that, but maybe next time you could explain what you’re planning on doing before you strip me down? Yanking off someone’s clothes without their consent isn’t exactly an ‘innocent’ gesture where I’m from. Can you please give me some respect in that regard? With a chance to agree or not?”
 
The so called mad scientist has a look of guilt and surprise across her face and both ears are pinned back. She stops looking at you and her eyes wander, probably in thought. “…I’m sorry, I just assumed you would be okay with it.” Taking her time, Twilight eventually returns your gaze. Her words have a genuine tone to them. “What this could mean, of finding another world rich with sentient life, is so important. It would change everything we know about… everything! I had no idea humans had such an attachment to their clothing, that it meant so much for it not being there. Nor what it could imply. All my observations didn’t take that into account.” A pause stops her list of justifications. “…but that’s no excuse. I get so caught up in things sometimes and get so focused that I forget other aspects. If I’d known I was being overbearing… You’re right, those boundaries were breached and I didn’t respect your personal space…” She gives a sincere look into your eyes. “Are you still mad?”
 
 
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