Intro (currently being reworked)
Canterlot, The capitol of Equestria. It stood on the side of a mountain, being able to overlook its kingdom and check for any troubling signs. Yet at the base of the mountain, stood a small research facility that was just under the radar. Filled with unicorns of varying magical degrees. For the sake of science and magic, to further the development of pony technology and magicology. They had abandoned most moral codes that came naturally to a pony. Many of them becoming emotionless as they experimented with live subjects with the single thought of perfecting spells and medical techniques. Grafting crude mechanical creations and swapping body parts just to see if it would still work. Using magic to unnaturally extend life in hopes of creating a new spell.
On the surface the facility was funded by the crown with reports being sent on a regular basis. However, the crown was unaware of what the facility had truly become over the years. A place filled with nightmares and pain, all for the sake of advancing some study or another.
For Science is what was always said. ‘For Science’ was just an easy way for them to cover what ever sick fetishes they had developed over the years.
The unicorns inside had taken to randomly summoning creatures from all over Equus and from other planes of existence in order to keep a fresh supply of live subjects. The ones with relativly normal anatomy and that survived in their atmosphere would be subject to a sleep spell. Or be subject to some type of sleeping agent in order to subdue them. They weren’t summing in large creatures, mostly things the size of a rabbit or close in size to themselves.
There were times however, that something larger would slip through...
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A tall creature covered in muscle and scars was walking through the Everfree forest. It was hunched over so its true height was muddled with bad posture. It had been living here for some time now and it had no idea how long it had been wandering around in this dark forest, but it didn’t really care.
This forest was much better than that other place... with those horned ones.
It was looking for something to eat. Two days, it had been two days since it had a decent meal. The last meal being some weird looking fruits that had many different colors. It thought it could live by the tree for awhile seeing that it was filled to the brim with them. But after eating them for a few hours, they all vanished from sight. All of the other nearby plants didn’t look like good eats. So he had to travel on.
He had kept close to the stream so that there was always something to drink. Food and animals would often travel by water. Of course that also meant predators would also travel along the water. Large lizards seemed to live in certain parts of the water. Their meat didn’t taste very good for the amount of work it was to take one down. It had a fishy smell to it as well and it was extremely chewy when raw. He’s only had the luxury of a fire twice since he was here. Both were from a lighting storm that hit a tree near him.
After traveling for a bit the tall creature notices a tree with some green looking fruit on it. Fuzzy memories from its past began to surface, and it starts thinking that most green fruit cant be eaten, but a rumbly tumbly says to try it anyway.
The neat thing the creature noticed about this forest, is that all the trees seem to be the perfect height for him to easily reach things on them without much effort. That or maybe he was just tall, he weren’t sure which. Shrugging off the thought, he plucks one of the small fruits from the tree and noticed its extremely fuzzy. He sank one of his fingers into the flesh of the fruit and it stops before the nail even disappears
‘Great...’ he thinks ‘...This fruit has a huge seed in it. And all the fuzzy crap on its skin probably doesn’t taste good.’ But beggars can’t be choosers so he takes a bite... and it tastes like crap.
The flesh of the fruit is tough and reminds him of that cloth covering those one horned demons had made him wear. None the less, the creature decides to just peel the skin away and eat the chewy bitter fruit. Figuring something is better than nothing.
When he finishes the horrible tasting flesh of the fruit, he looks at the seed, somehow it looks familiar, but cant quite figure it out. Giving it a few shakes and hearing nothing inside of it, he pops it into his mouth and chomps on it...
A muffled moan of pain later the seed is removed from its mouth, along with making a mental note not to do that again.
But this needs to be figured it out, something about it jogs his memory. After a bit he decides to place it in the center of his palm and smash it down on a nearby rock.
The seeds hard outer shell splits open and inside is a small brown nut that looks like a long oval. He cant remember what it is, But he knows its food. So he pops it into his mouth and chews...its extremely bitter, more so than the flesh was.
But food is food. So he begins to harvest as many as he can. Eating the flesh of the fruits and tossing the skin to the side, then breaking open the hard inside thing to get to the softer thing on the inside. After awhile he decides to place the soft inside parts to the side in a pile for later eating.
After awhile the pile of oval things became pretty big with him feeling full, mostly from the nasty flesh of the fruit. He takes his make shift sack, made from the left overs of that covering, to carry them along with some of the fruits.
He quickly Decides it would be better to find a new place to stay for a bit. He gets up and begins to follow the stream father down in search of more food. Or at least better food than these shitty fruits anyway. They got the job done and filled him up, but they tasted so bad, they needed something to fix their sour and bitter flavor and tough flesh. As he continued to travel along the side of the stream, he could hear some low growling sounds.
He would recognize that sound anywhere. Those crazy looking things that would attack from time to time. They looked to be made of trees, but they weren’t trees. They attacked and tried to eat him several times. Still having the scars to prove it. And they weren’t even edible, so killing them was a waste of time and energy. Not wanting to waste valuable energy on something that would give nothing in return, He decided to run down the stream hoping to lose them.
Quickly grabbing his stuff he begins to sprint down the side of the river. Hoping to quickly lose those evil creatures before they could catch him again. After a short run they could no longer be heard, they had possibly given up the chase. He stands in the middle of the stream hunched down low, breathing as low as possible to try and hear for anything out of the ordinary.
Everything sounds normal... Well as normal as normal gets. Reaching into the sack, he eats some of the bitter ovals he had for safe keeping. Wincing a bit at the bitter flavor, He swoops down and takes a drink from the stream.
The stream feels really cool and the short sprint he just did made him feel sticky and dirty. Setting his sack by the water side he decides to have a quick wipe down to cool off and clean some of the dirt off.
As the creature washes itself, it still can’t figure out why its so hard to remember anything.
Scooping up some water from the stream, he splashes it into his face. Doing this a few more times getting the water everywhere, wiping the dirt and grim off as best as possible. Dipping his head into the stream and rinsing his hair as well. Running his fingers through his hair he felt the multitude of bald spots with thick scaring, and wondered if it has anything to do with why its so hard to remember, well anything really.
Unable to remember anything about why hes here, how he got here, who he was, let alone what he was. And so far nothing else like him was in this forest. And after those evil creatures of wood attacked him on the 1st few days here, he decided it would be best to avoid most of the creatures that looked outright dangerous. He could handle himself fairly well, but some of the things he had tried eating made him sick. Like that bell shaped fruit he found a while back. He used up all of the leaves on a nearby bush the next few days after eating some of it.
And he would hate to kill and eat some animal only to find out it was filled with some kind of toxin.
One of the only things he can remember is a few basics about life that seemed to of been ingrained so deep you couldn’t forget. Like stretching every morning to make sure you didn’t pull a muscle during a dire situation. He looked himself over and inspected the old scars on his chest.
They had healed over nicely, it was a pain because one of them started to leak a white fluid. He was sure that was bad, so he stayed by the stream and kept it as clean as possible making sure to squeeze and prod all of the white juice from it no matter how much it hurt. It took many nights but it eventually stopped filling up with white and yellow goo, and healed like the rest of em.
Taking a deep breath he rubbed his neck, traceing a scar on his throat as well. Just like the ones on his head, he had no memory from where it came from. Yet it was probably why he was unable to make much of any noise what so ever. He knew that he should be able to make noise, but all that ever escaped his mouth was a quiet hushed sound of air leaving his mouth. He could make simple sounds with his lips and whistle a little. Because those didn’t involve anything beyond exhaling air while moving his lips.
Making complex sounds were damn impossible, he tried a multitude of times, but for some reason it always felt like something was missing.
Deciding he was clean enough he headed to the shore to pick up his sack. Taking a few more of those seed things and poping them into his mouth. Followed by some more water to rinse the taste away.
For some reason, he was feeling sleepy and weak. Figuring its because he hasn’t eaten a proper meal in who knows how long now. He became determined to find another berry bush so that he could eat like a king, He continued to follow the river.
After awhile the trees started to thin out and the stream also seemed to thin out as well. It suddenly hits him. He finally found a way out of this damnable place. In his excitement he grabs another handful of those horribly bitter seeds and eats them. As he exits the thick set of trees, he sees a small little...house? Is that what those things were called? Whatever it was called, he knew that you could probably find help inside of it.
As he approached the house, he could see many small houses and such in the trees around it. With a small bridge going over the stream he had been following since he escaped to that damn forest...
The creature tosses up a hand and grips his head. It suddenly hurts and the world is spinning. Its getting a little difficult to breath...
Panic begins to flood the creatures mind, did he get sick or something? Before he can reach the house, he vomits and collapses upon the bridge in a heap with the contents of his make shift sack spilling everywhere.
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‘Such a beautiful afternoon.’ Fluttershy thinks to herself.
“I should get my animals some lunch. I’m sure they are all plenty hungry by now.”
She goes into the kitchen to get out the sack of food for the animals, but realizes it's almost empty. She would need more soon. So naturally she decides to give the rest to them and then head out into town to buy some more.
As Fluttershy heads out with a pack on her back, she notices somepony is sprawled out on the bridge in front of her home. She quickly rushes to aid him or her without a second thought.
“Oh my gosh are you alright?!” as she gets closer, she realizes its not a pony, but some kind of large muscled ape. And its breathing sounded really off and shallow. She began to panic wondering what was wrong with it. She looked around and could see raw wild green almonds on the floor around it. Suddenly it dons on her just what’s wrong with this poor creature.
It must have seen some pony eat almonds and figured they were ok to eat, But not raw wild bitter almonds. They contained a deadly poison, known as hydrogen cyanide that appeared once it was crushed or chewed. Hopefully this poor creature hasn’t ingested enough for it to become completely lethal yet.
She has to act fast if she wants to save this big critter. She tried to drag it inside but it was far to heavy, so she zoomed back to the house.
“My little animal friends, you need to help me please!” All of the animals in the house stopped eating and looked over to her. Many of them ran up in front and saluted awaiting further orders.
She quickly scribbled something down on a piece of paper and handed it to some of the Blue Jays.
“Can you please go to Twilight and give her this letter please?” The birds tweeted in response and flew out the window, note in claw. She then looked over to the squirrels
“I need you to gather all of my first aid treatments for toxins and bring them here.” the squirrels nodded and ran off. She turned to face the rest of the animals and took a deep breath
“I need help finding Henry the bear, he’s the only one strong enough to carry our new guest inside. If you find him, let him know we will be by the bridge in front of the house.” The other animals look at her for a second and then run off. Shortly after the squirrels arrived with a few 1st aid kits prompting a smile from her.
“Thank you, now lets hurry before its too late!” They nod and head outside behind her as fast as possible. When they get outside all of the animals gather around the creature with labored breathing in the middle of the bridge.
Fluttershy opens up one of the 1st aid kits and starts going through all of the bottles and selects two of them. Takeing a small syringe and carefully filling it up, based on the size of the creature. Then she cleans an area around its shoulder and injects it with the liquid. Repeating the process with the second bottle.
“Now all that’s left is for Twilight and Henry to get here...” As if on que Henry the bear comes around the corner with some other animals in tow. He sees Fluttershy and begins a slow run over. When he arrives he looks at the creature and back to her.
“Henry, if you would be so kind to carry this creature inside the house for me, he’s too heavy for me. And something must have happened to him...” She looks over the scars along its body and the bald spots on the only place it still had fur. All of its bald spots seemed to have a scar of some kind.
From what Fluttershy had no clue, what would cause such injuries? Most of them looked precise and not at all like a wound one would get from escaping a predator, most of the scars were along parts of the body that major arteries wouldn’t be at...unless this strange creature had a different kind of body structure then normal animals.
Henry picked up the creature with his two front paws and slowly walked on his hind legs to the cottage and gently laid it down on the sofa in the living room.
“Thank you Henry, Would you like some tea?” Henry nodded his head and smiled letting out a calm low growl. Fluttershy nods as she heads to the kitchen
“Might as well make some tea so that Twilight will have something to drink when she arrives. Hopefully she knows a spell to help remove the deadly toxin from this poor creature.” She looked over as it continued to breathe quickly on her sofa and squirm about. She took a deep breath and hoped Twilight would hurry up.
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The creature was dreaming of his past. It was all broken and scattered about, the most he can get from it is that he was a prisoner of some kind. And his captors were not very nice to him or any of the others near him. The last thing he remembers is a sharp pain going into his right arm before he got his left free, then hitting one of the horned creatures in the eye before he blacked out.
Awaking with a jolt, he suddenly became aware of his surroundings. In place of the hard floor he almost got used to sleeping on, it was something soft. The pounding headache was gone and its much easier to breath. Still feeling weak and a little sleepy though. He suddenly remembers the house he saw. And then how he felt dizzy and collapsed. He opened his eyes and looked around. Noticing something looking directly at him, two some things actually. They were looking at him with concern.
Rubbing a hand over eyes in an attempt to wake up further. He looked at the purple one. It had a horn.
~”*Oh my Gosh! He looks like he’s going to be ok now!*”~ Looking over at the yellow creature, it looks like it was speaking just now. Was that normal?
~”*Oh boy, I’m glad it worked. I had never used a detox spell before, I’m so glad everything went so well*”~ They were speaking with one another, yet he couldn’t understand anything. Was that normal? Was being unable to speak like them normal?
He knew they were talking, probably about him. He kept looking between the two of them, Mostly keeping his eye on the purple horned one.
Looking at the yellow one again he noticed she had wings and no horn.
Horns were bad, very bad. He did not like horns at all.
The yellow one was looking him over with both concern and fascination in her eyes. The creature sat up completely on the sofa and slowly waved his hand at the yellow one.
~”* Oh my! He waved at us!*”~ They waved back at him. He was unsure of what they were, the purple one looking like his old captors, and they seemed to live in this house. They looked familiar somehow, their shape, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
~”*I wonder if he would want his stuff back.*”~ the purple one turns around and looks at a relatively small pile of stuff. He recognized those as the things he was carrying with him. His eyes widen as a purple glow envelops his stuff and floats over to him.
The yellow one doesn’t seem all to shocked at stuff floating around, so he figured its probably one of those normal things he had forgotten about. He looks inside the make shift sack for the food he had set aside, Its was all gone. He looked up to the creatures and opened it to show them.
They look inside and then look at each other slightly confused.
He points at the inside of the sack and to his mouth, then makes some chewing movements.
~”* oh my... he must be wondering what happened to those Bitter almonds he had.*”~ The yellow one looked around the room
~”* Well we cant just give them back to him, he will just get sick again...Why don’t you give him something else?*”~ the purple one looks to the yellow one. She watched as the yellow one flew over and picked up some of those bitter almonds. She couldn’t just leave them around outside her home, her other animals might of eaten them by mistake.
She flutter’s back with one of her feet upwards with something on them. The creature gets a closer look and realize its those bitter ovals he had before. His eyes brighten up at them, Sure they tasted bad, but he worked hard to get them. When he reaches out for them, the yellow one retracts her foot and looks sternly at him.
”*No, these are bad for you...*” He looks at her while she makes facial expressions and moving her legs around in gestures. It looks like she’s about to eat them, but doesn’t...She then gets a sick looking expression on her face as she rubs her tummy...He get the feeling those are what made him feel sick before.
The creature drops his head in depression, he worked so hard for those, and it turns out they made him sick. He was lucky they were nice enough to help after they found him. Before he can begin sulking, a loud grumbling sound is heard resonating from his belly. He grips his belly and looks up to them, giveing them a dumb smile showing his teeth.
The purple one gasped at his smile while the yellow one simply brought her feet up to her mouth.
~”* oh you poor thing, you must be starving. If you were desperate enough to eat such bitter tasting food... Let me go get something for you right away...*”~ the yellow one fluttered off into another room after hearing his stomach growl. He decided to call this one Flutters because of the way she flew. Now the purple one was looking at him
~”* I wonder kind of animal you are... I haven’t seen you around before...*”~ Seeing as how he was naked, this purple one was taking a good look at his body, mostly at all of the scars, but also his hands and feet.
~”* something really beat you up...and your claws aren’t sharp at all, your feet also don’t look very dangerous...I wonder if you’re a herbivore with canines? Are you some type of gorilla? *”~ He just looked at the purple creature with a look of confusion as she spoke and looked at his hands and feet... The yellow one named Flutters came back with what he was sure is called a bowl, it was filled with many things both green, orange and it even had some berries in it.
This was a great place to stay... at lest until they kicked him out.
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Twilight had never seen a creature as strange as this before. She was sure Princess Celestia would of told her of such an interesting creature before. So far the detox spell she used on it seemed to of worked perfectly, it might still have some fatigue as the spell doesn’t exactly remove the poison, it only helps the body process it out. Still she wonders why the creature had so many scars on its body.
For the most part, many of them looked to have been surgical scars. But how can that be? Was this creature some poor lab animal that escaped? Or was it just discarded when its previous owners got what they wanted? She noticed the scar along its neck, if its anatomy was close to her own, the scars were no where near the major arteries in the neck, but were aimed more around the area where the voice box would be located.
Was his voice box removed? What kind of horrible place did he come from where they didnt want to hear what sounds it had to make?
Fluttershy returned with a bowl filled with lettuce, carrots, cucumbers and a generous amount of berries. She sets it down next to the creature and he immediately begins to eat everything in the bowel.
“Fluttershy, I’ve looked him over and...well tell me what you think 1st.” Fluttershy puts a hoof to her chin in thought for a minute.
“Well when I 1st saw him I thought he had been injured, but then I noticed all of those bitter almonds around him. He must not be very smart if he ate them without knowing they would kill him. Then I noticed all of the scars he had and I thought they were maybe just from past events from him living in the Everfree forest...” Twilight shook her head
“While I’m sure some of the more prominent scars on his body are from the forest, many of them look to be scars of some type of surgery... Fluttershy, I think he was experimented on or possibly abused before you found him passed out in front of your cottege.” Fluttershy gets a look of worry on her face and she rushes over to him
“You poor poor creature, Don’t you worry, I’ll keep you safe from now on...” Fluttershy had gone over and embraced the strange creature, it looked a little shocked at first, but then smiled and patted her on the head.
Twilight smiled at the thought of it being so friendly even though it was probably subject to some horrors in its past. But the scars on his head also make her wonder, if he just doesn’t know any better...
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The creature has taken a liking to this place. It took him awhile to remember that these were called ponies, the ones with horns seemed to have magic powers of some kind. He kind of figured that out from the purple one that came over so many times to look him over. He was finally able to piece it together. Things only started to fly around when the purple one was nearby.
It took awhile to look past the horn on purples head, but he saw that the purple one also had wings to go with her horn. So she couldn’t be all bad. If the ones with wings were good, that would make the ones with horns bad. While having both made them good again? It was kind of confusing, but she had yet to do anything that caused him harm.
Anyway he noticed all the other animals around seemed to do simple chores and things to help out around the house. He figured that he might as well help out too. Flutters seemed to enjoy the fact that he helped her out around the house and would pat his head... It felt nice.
Yesterday a pony he didn’t recognize came over and after talking with Flutters for a bit. She left with one of the little critters after looking around forawhile. He wondered what happened and if that would happen to him someday.
The purple one had come over today again with a bag on her back (He still couldn’t figure out what to call her) But none the less he enjoyed her company. She seemed to be interested in his body and all of the scars, it was kind of funny. Why would such old wounds bother her? He greets her with the usual wave and nod.
The bag on her back floats up in front of him, and he just looks at it, then back to her.
~”* This is for you, take it!*”~ She keeps motioning with her foot at the bag and to him. It would appear this bag was for him. So he gently takes it out of the air and looks inside. It looks like cloth of some kind, so he takes it out of the bag.
It unfolds and it looks kind of like that cloth he had before turning it into a sack. Except it was a bit longer. Flutters comes into the room and greets the purple one and looks at what he has in his hand
~”*Twilight, did you give him some clothes?*”~
~”*Well yes, after inspecting the things he had with him, I suspected they were cloths of some kind. And judging by how he walks...he um...has no way to hide his uh...*”~ the purple one trailed off from her conversation as her face got redder. Flutters also thought about it for a moment.
~”* Oh um yes, that would make sense actually I had been flying around the house more often so that I wasn’t um...eye level...*”~ Now Flutters was blushing while looking at him. He couldn’t quite figure it out.
They were always naked, and so was he. Why did it matter if he had something to cover himself with? He started looking himself over to try and figure out why they would be blushing when looking at him...
Yeah he doesn't get it.
Taking the cloth the purple one gave him, he puts it on his head. The fact he had bald spots bothered him more than anything. The hair on their heads wasn’t littered with bald spots like his was, it made him a bit sad.
With his new head covering, he felt confidence once again. Placing his hands upon his waist, he walked over and stood in front of the mirror with a big smile on.
~”* Um Twilight, he thinks it’s a hat...*”~ the purple pony smacks her foot in her face and shortly after, she lifts him into the air. Causeing him to freak out a bit because being lifted like this was always bad news. Suddenly his new head covering comes off and flies around under his legs and slides up covering his bottom and man bits.
It actually seems to fit better down here than on his head.
‘I guess a head covering will have to come later.’ He thinks and wonders why they want him to cover his man bits when they don’t cover them selves at all? As he is gently set down, he looks around the room and back at himself. They seemed to stop blushing now...How odd. He shrugs it off and continues to look in the mirror at himself.
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Derpy comes home from another hard, yet short day at work. Things had started to become stale around the house. But being a single mother had its issues, mainly with keeping the house afloat while juggleing a job and a foal of her own. She had some time before needing to pick up Dinky from school as her boss let her off early today because of the lack of work.
“So booored...” Derpy looks out the window and sees other ponies playing with their pets and she remembers what she had been doing for the last few weeks. What she and Dinky needed to break out of this monotone life style.
A pet! She wondered if Fluttershy got anything new in since she checked last week. But a pet would definitely brighten up the mood of this house.
A pet that you can do fun things with, like make muffins and eat muffins with. Dinky had been asking for a pet, like a snake or something just as exotic. But it would need to be a pet that she could take on walks and wasn’t too messy.
Fluttershy always had all kinds of animals, she’s bound to have one that can eat muffins and be good with kids. With the idea fresh in her mind, she flies down to Fluttershy’s cottage. Determined to get a pet before she had to pick up Dinky from school. Once she was outside she knocked upon the door.
“Hello? Fluttershy! Are ya home!?” the shy mare opens the door and sees Derpy from a crack, she then smiles warmly as she opens the door completely.
“Oh hello Derpy, is um...is something wrong?” Derpy shakes her head with a smile on her face.
“Nope, Nothing wrong here, I was just wondering if you I could look at all the diffrent pets again!” Fluttershy’s face brightens up and her door swings wide open
“Well why didnt you say so! I have many to choose from! Tell me, what kind of pet were you looking for again exactly?” She places her hoof on her chin in thought
“Well, my pet should be fun, and like muffins, I even brought a few muffins to see which pet would work best. Also my pet would need to wait at home for me and Dinky. Also help me when Dinky and I are sad or bored, you know! A fun pet!” Fluttershy nodded her head
“It sounds like a dog would make a good pet for you.” She thinks about it for a minute, then shakes her head
“But I need something a bit more exotic, something like...” Derpy looks around the cottage and sees the strange creature standing on 2 legs in front of the mirror. “...Like that! Something different, because being different is ok.” She flies up to the strange looking creature in front of the mirror and looks at it.
He looks down at her and smiles, he even waves! Derpy gets a huge grin on her face as she pulls out a muffin from her pack and holds it out to him. He looks at her, then back to the muffin. He picks it up and looks at it again, sniffing it. He has obviously never seen a muffin before.
“Um Derpy, I don’t know if...” Before Fluttershy can finish her sentence the creature takes a bite out of the muffin she handed him, and his face lights up. He quickly shoves the rest of it into his mouth and chews with a gusto.
“He likes Muffins! I want him! Can I have him Fluttershy?!” This time Twilight seems to come out of no where and speak
“Derpy, I don’t think that would be a good idea, we found him less than week ago and we don’t know much about him.” She just pouts her lips at Twilight and Fluttershy before looking back to the creature
“What’s his name?” Twilight just looks at Derpy confused
“Name?” She nodded her head
“Well of course, My new awesome pet is going to need a name!” She sits down and begins to ponder different names, ignoring the fact Twilight told her that he was just found.
“Derpy I don’t think...” Before Twilight can finish her sentence she jumps up and shouts
“His name will be Chocobo!” Twilight and Fluttershy both look at her then at the creature.
“Oh I don’t know Derpy... its just...” Derpy gallops over to Fluttershy
“Oh please Fluttershy! Dinky and I NEED a pet! Its so boring at my house now that Carrot top moved out, and when I saw all those other ponies playing with their pets I was really sad! You have to let me take him home! I’ll love him forever and make sure he’s safe at all times!” Fluttershys expression seems to soften at her words and she nods her head.
“Ok, but I will come to check on him just to make sure everything is alright in a few days...” Derpy is overjoyed to hear that Fluttershy is letting her have this new rare exotic pet. Derpy couldn’t wait, they were all going to have soo much fun together!
In fact, She will need to hurry on over to the pet store to get him some things to make his stay more comfortable.
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Chocobo looked down at the grey winged pony with a smile. He just met her and she was nice enough to give him a brown soft thing that tasted amazing. It was sweet and the texture was wonderful.
The ones with wings were the nice ones. No doubt about that. The horned ones seemed to be a hit and miss. He had seen a few other horned ones come and go in the last 3 days, but none of them seemed to do anything.
After the grey pony talked to Flutters for a bit. She skipped over to him with a big smile upon her face.
~”* Come on Chocobo! You’re gonna come home with me!*”~ She motions for him to follow her. So he looks at Flutters who simply smiles and nods.
As he follows her out of the house, he looks back at the cottage and see Flutters waveing at him. So he waves back...was she kicking him out?
No, she was still smiling at him, she didn’t seem angry. So then where was this grey pony going to take him? Still this grey pony was smiling as she walked in front and kept looking behind her to make sure he was still following her. Perhaps he was going to live with her now? That fluffy brown thing was really good... Maybe she has more of them.
