Midnight Blossom? Over for dinner?

Midnight Blossom?  Over for dinner?

Also known as "A transcript of the night the Bat Pony mare known as Midnight Blossom randomly appeared in my living room as I prepared for dinner and I invited her to eat with me."

By A Renegade Time Lord

I switched the mic off, set my violin down and peeled the electronic voice distorter off my neck. I have never, not once found a pure violin cover of WoodenToaster’s  "Rainbow Factory", so I decided to record one! Boss, right? Anyway, I had just finished recording, and based on the small timer on the stove going off, dinner was ready! Flank steaks, yum!

I hurried into the kitchen, pulled on a pair of mitts, opened the oven door and pulled out the precious foodstuff. The smell of cooked cow wafted into my nose, overwhelming my senses with scent-based pleasure and almost drowning out the crash that emanated from my living room. Almost.

...Was that the bookshelf? I hope I don’t have to fix it again...

Now, normally, I would have just leave it ‘til the morning, eat my dinner and go to bed, perhaps write a bit on my fanfictions. And I would have, except for the small fact I heard metal clanking against metal. There certainly was not any metal on that shelf, so what could have caused it?

I sighed heavily, irritated that dinner must wait longer than it already has, then shoved the meat back in and set the oven to a very low temperature, just to keep them warm. I pulled off my mitts, chucked them on the countertop then departed to the living room, where I nearly stumbled over my own two feet as I saw what was waiting for me.

There was a creature in my living room.