My Life in Ponyville

by khandmlpfan

Rating: teen
Tags: Random, Adventure, Alternate Universe, Comedy
Length: 4154

My name is Ink Jet, I am a unicorn and I am a writer, just starting out. This will contain my story on what I have encountered during my arrival and stay in Ponyville, the encounters being both nice, and strange

note: from chapter 3 and up is where the teen rating comes in…(Reason for other is too many ponies to list. Also I would like to ask others if they could send me their oc's description so i could add them to this story. Note: It CANNOT be a horror based pony, they can be sadistic if they want, but no dismemberment or death.) My name is Ink Jet, I am a unicorn and I am a writer, just starting out. This will contain my story on what I have encountered during my arrival and stay in Ponyville, the encounters being both nice, and strange. So without further a due, lets get cracking at this book.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-12-04 12:05:21 UTC

Starting out

Location: Ponyville Train Station

Point of View: 1'st person

My red eyes had cast their gaze outside of the train's nearest window. The window, reflecting the image of a grey haired, and coat unicorn right back at me. Though the reflection showed, I looked passed it to the oncoming station for the train to stop at.

The train conductor, a light brown stallion with red hair and blue eyes came and asked for my ticket which I gladly gave up to him. After a few seconds of examining the ticket to check for any faked numbers, lettering, and such he gave it back with a smile.

I returned the smile with my own and got my saddle bags from above me, placing it on my back as i got up from the seat. It wasn't heavy at all, all it had was bits for house and furniture, a few articles of clothing, and as well as my writing items.

I am a writer pony, which you could tell by the quill and the inkwell that represents my cutiemark. My writing recently was in a giant halt, so i decided to move to a new town with brand-new faces of ponies to get through with it all.

With my head held high, I would start head towards the town, but something that was pink, and was suffocating the air with the smell of bubblegum ran into me, causing my side to suddenly flair up in pain. Groaning slightly, I would shake my head and look to who had hit me with such force, only to be greeted with a pink earth pony with pink for the color of he mane with tail. Big blue eyes stared at me.

The pink earth pony gasps loudly, and she spoke, which i regretted a bit, "Oh my gosh! Are you new here? You must be new! Because I know everypony in Ponyville, and by everypony, i mean everypony. I know every face there is in Ponyville, and I don't remember your face so you must be new! *Gasp* If you are new them i must go and plan you a welcome to ponyville party! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! I need to get started right way, see you new pony!"

I was about to speak before she took off so fast, that even a pegasus could keep up with her. My eyes were a bit wide, but soon they shrank down to size and I went on my way to Town Hall to get a house.

Upon getting into the front room of town hall, i was greeted by the receptionist who i talked to before heading into the back to talk to the Mayor of Ponyville. She was a lovely mare, ironically also part of her name, that she gave me a house for 1800 bits in a river cottage. Counting out my bits, i find that I have about 2500, and handed her the bits she needed.

She handed me the key and then I went outside to look for a furniture store for at least a bed before I left for the actual house, I thought it might not be that hard... Turns out I was so, very very wrong. Most of the ponies out and selling were fruit and vegi ponies, so if there were any furniture stores it would be hard to see from behind the thick walls of stands that were up.

One pony, I forget what colors the young filly was, pointed me to a boutique where some were being sold, the real owner wasn't there so she wrote a note to the owner and  I gave her the bits for a reserved pick up tomorrow.

After the purchase I stepped outside and decided to go get some food for tonight and the next few days, that way I don't end up going hungry and pass out on the way for the pick up, and to find a job. Now that would be a complete waste of time and energy to do that on an empty stomach.

A few of the stalls looked good so I went to those first, purchasing some apples, some peaches, cherries, loaves of bread, and a cart. All of the items on sail looked so good today, and none were going to escape my hungry stomach, for long that was.

As I shopped around, the only interesting thing to happen to me is that, I saw somepony out of the corner of my eye disappear within the blink of an eye. I didn't dwell on it long since I didn't know the pony, and also I was about to make the last purchase of the day for my necessities.

After a weighty purchase, i was now out of bits and carting off some food towards my new house. The day was nice, despite being assaulted by that random pink pony that had been the new face I saw at the train station that is. It was a bit horrifying, plus i could barely breathe with all of that bubblegum smell within the air.

Shaking my head free of the thought of her, I walked to my new home and opened the door, then walked inside with all the food. After some time with putting the food away, i laid down on the floor and soon fell to sleep, unsure of what the following days might entail, and plus it was the only place i could sleep tonight.

My mind drifted in and out of dreams; one of me being a warrior within the Lunar faction of the royal guards, another of casting spells more powerful than even the gods could conjure, the last being of a shield, defending the world from total annihilation. All brought a wide smile to my face, all being great ideas that I would remember to put in one book, eventually. They would have to come back to me sooner or later right? Or else they wont be of any use.

New Faces, and a New Idea

Location: River-side cottage

Point of View: (will possibly change often later on as more ponies join in)  1st person, Ink Jet

My dreams slowly dispersed and faded into the back of my mind once more, to slowly be uncovered at a later date when they were needed. The reason they were going away, was not the usual way some ponies would wake up, to knocking at the door, or just some odd sense of needing to be up.

The reason was, I could smell someponies inside of my house. They were talking, but i could barely make out what they said, due to my senses being dulled from sleeping.

What it did sound like was someponies whispering low and carting stuff inside of my home. I mentally thought to myself, ideas going through my head one by one. That was until i heard hoof-steps coming towards me, and i started to panic slightly.

A stallion's voice sounded quietly, "Huh? This must be the pony I am sharing the house with. Um hello there, are you awake?" As the woulds left his mouth, it slowly got louder.

Letting out a slight groan, I opened my eyes and looked at a grey stallion, a color that went off a bit with his black hooves, silver mane and tail which had a hint of teal, and his beard with go that matched the color of his mane.

"Hm, probably not much of a talker like that big mac guy, i probably should just ask him yes or no questions."

I would roll my eyes a bit before slowly rolling onto my stomach, to give my back a break from the hard wood floor. "That won't be necessary, I can speak more than just yes and no."

"Well that is good, oh and sorry about my remark, I just met some ponies today that aren't that talkative. One only responded in 'eeyup's and 'nope's." I could tell now, he was going to be a bit of a hoof-full, but then again who isn't a hoof-full to handle at least once in their lives?

The stallion then heard some ponies complaining and went off to them, while he did that, I took the chance and ran for the door, needing a bit of air, and also I needed to go grab the bed that I had put on hold for pick up.

On the way there though, I didn't stop running. Despite being a writer, I still liked to run around and move like there was no tomorrow. There was something about it that felt nice, an-

Suddenly I made contact with something and started to tumble with that something. My head hit the ground a few times, and thankfully my horn did not make contact with it as well. My body did fly a bit before landing a few feet away from whoever it was I ran into.

When I opened my eyes, they were greeted by a dark grey unicorn stallion, and by the looks of it a leader, who wore his black mane and tail proudly along with his same colored mustache. I took into account that only one of his eyes may be usable due to the eye patch of his right eye.

The stallion opened his one eye, looking around with a brown eye around the area. When his eye fell on me, he would stand and walk over. A slightly foreign accent escaped his mouth as he spoke, "Why hello zere. I am very sorry, I did not see you zere. You sort of valked in mine blind spot."

I scramble to my hooves and nods to him. "I should also be apologizing, I ran into you without noticing either. My mind was else where."

The stallion nodded and surveyed me with his eye. "I can see you have a cutie mark for story vriting. I knew a few vho have ze same problem. One who regretfully zought she could take me out vith somezing...." He would shake his head and looks to me. "Vhere are my manners? My name is Iron Hooves, and you may be?"

"My name is Ink Jet, it is nice to mee- Wait, Iron Hooves?" I looked at him for a moment. "The leader of the Russian Pony empire?" He would just nod, this throwing my mind out the door as i stared at him curiously, speaking without thinking. "I thought you would seem more, 'war scared'."

My words must have come off a bit offensive, that much i could tell as he spoke in a slightly hostile tone, "And vhat is zat supposed to mean?"

My eyes widened a bit as the gears inside of my head turned, and quickly I said, "Sorry, it's just, rumors flowing around areas that made me think that. I mean now that I see you, the rumors really don't do what i see justice." He looked at me with a face that was blank, but had a hidden message which said 'really?'. "Ugh that came out wrong. Listen, I just mean my mind held an image of you that was not doing your actual image any justice. It is like you try something new and it is boring at first, but int he long run it is actually fun."

This seemed to push some hostility away and he would simply nod and look up to the sky. "Sorry to cut our meeting short, but I have somevhere I have to be." With a slight bow, and of course me bowing back to him, he left down the path that lead deeper into the town.

Despite this recent meeting, my mind could not stop nagging at me about something else entirely. It took a bit, then I didn't give it anymore thought, it probably wasn't anything important, besides I needed to keep the idea of meeting an important figure like Iron Hooves.

One reason, it might make a good base for an idea, another is that, I had this strange feeling this would not be the last time me and him crossed paths.

A Give Away and Walking into a Bar Brawl

Location: Ponyville

Section: Marketplace

Point of view: 1st, Ink Jet.

After the sort of, out-of-hoof meeting with Iron hooves, I began to walk among the few stalls and wagons that were out and about for ponies to browse and buy, or in this case, ponies and this Griffon that I manage to notice out the corner of my eye before the beast disappeared into the crowd, out of site.

Taking it as a bit off, that I notice strange things and turn to find another one looking at me, which I hoped wasn't the case this time.

Then again, I also reminded myself about the incident a few years ago that would surely make my life more interesting, even if it was against my own will.

*a few years back*

I was still in a school for unicorns within manehantan, and as many times now a days, my writing creativity had come to a grinding halt. So to get my mind off of it, I decided to walk around town, maybe even visit this rumored spot that was to change your life forever.

Deciding to go there, I started to walk to the old park that many ponies decide not to go to since it was supposedly haunted by a curse using unicorn. Well, given my arrogant mind back then like many teen ponies, I challenged the appearance of the unicorn mentally as my hooves carried me to the kill on which my friends told me about. Some ponies who started the rumors called it the 'Hill of Eternal Change', since the changes were to last through-out the ages and in your lineage.

Walking up the dark green glade of grass to the hill, I slowly grew more and more unsure of what would happen to me.

After reaching the top, I looked around the park, and upon hearing some hoofsteps, I turned around just in time to see a grey unicorn send a spell at me, the spell connected to me and I passed out on the spot.

*present day*

To make a long story short, I started seeing strange sites and sooner or later a new pony that somehow grows a liking to me, no matter what type of pony it was. Anyways, I did not want to dwell too much on the pa-

"Hmm well hello there, might i help you sir?" As I turned to the voice, I see it belonged to a blue stallion with a green main and tail. On his person was a camo jacket with bits of stone caught between the creases of his sleeves. I looked at his cutie mark, which was a paint brush and chisel in a V shape, before I looked up to his face where I was met with light blue eyes, almost the same light blue you see in the faded sky of an old painting.

"Oh, um unless you have any work I could help with, I don't think you could." This seemed to piss the stallion off, but her only wore it for a second before giving a slight smirk.

"Sure, I got something for ya. It would pay much, but it is something." He would nod back to a wagon that was surrounded by sculptures, big and small, as well as paintings and on the rare siting, a piece of clothing. "Watch my store while I go ahead and go find my chisel. I know I dropped it somewhere, and I can't work without it."

Thinking upon this request, I would give him a nod, and he laughs a bit. "Thanks, your doing this old stallion a favor." He would quickly, almost as quick as a certain pink pony could, explained that I was to attract, sell, and watch the shop before he left in search of his chisel.

As he searched for it, I would sit there behind the bit box that was to be used for any collected bits from profit, wondering if I was going to make any profit for this stallion.

As the day passed, I began to let my mind drift off from time to time, noticing no customers were coming, now the actual owner of the shop. So I decided to look around his wears, not noticing somepony walking up. The pony would slam their hooves on the table, causing me to jolt and say one thing. "Fucking Celestia!"

When my ears heard the sound of some mare giggling, I turned around and looked at a cyan pony with rainbow for her mane and tail. Her red-ish eyes shone on me with amusement. "Bahahahah!" She was practically turning into a hyena with all the laughter coming from her.

Growling, I would glare at her, wanting to beat her, but then again I didn't want to go to jail, so I calmed down and looked at her.

My mouth opened to berate her, but the stallion form before came back with a smile. "Ah dash, being a little bitch and scaring another employee again?"

Dash seemed to be pissed off, but hid it behind a false smile. "Heheh, you know it.... bastard."

I tried once more, trying to say something rather than be interu- "Oi, whity take ten bits and that red sweater there, then vamoose."

Now it is official, I hate the market district of ponyville. At least this particular stand. Without a moment's more of hesitation, I took the bits and the sweater, which at least was a bit nice, and headed off.

Taking the sweater, I started to put it on when suddenly I hear some showing coming from a nearby cider bar. I was about to turn and trot away, but then a familiar stallion voice yelling out in Russian, "Вы не могли разбить меня в миллион лет я чертовски жеребенка.." Translation: You couldn't beat me in a million years ya damn foal.

After that, I also hear some crashing and a lot of angry voices being raised within the bar.

With a Heavy sigh, I head in there, like a royal soldier heading for the front lines to protect the Princess and Nation. Except what I am about to walk in on was a war to grab and protect the namesake of Iron Hooves, the stallion I had met previously, that and also I needed a drink myself.

The Start and End of a Brawl

Location: Salt-lick and Cider Bar

Point of View: 1st person, Iron Hooves

*After the meeting with Ink Jet*

I had decided to look around after my meeting with the strange unicorn who had ran me over. My attention was drawn over to a salt and cider bar, mostly because of my habit of drinking things from different countries. It was a bad habit, or was going to eventually become one at least.

With a quick shift in my stance, i had turned my body towards the bar and was heading towards it. The promise of alcohol filled the air around the bar, and started to teasingly slither into my nostrils. It was almost like a siren calling me and my crew to slam into her rocky shore before she jumped in and killed every last one of us...almost.

My hooves carried me to the door, and I managed to notice two things; one, the bar was holding a drinking contest later on tonight, and two, the same thing until then form what I can here from all the shouting and bottle smashing.

My mind was begging me to not go, because i was known as an angry drunk when I was a few layers deep in booze, but my need to fulfill my wants was far greater than my mind. How else was I able to take my father's place after his... un-timely end.

Anyways, I would push open the door that stood in-between me and fresh cider, but as I walked in, somepony, I am hoping she was drunk, socked me in the leg. When I turned, i saw pink pony with a light purple mane, and dark pink eyes. I did not bother with her talent, because I could smell it coming form her piss stained fur.

"Oi, you. I *hic* I chal *hic* challenge you to a *hic* drink off." She seemed a bit bonkers, but then again free drinks so I gave a slight smirk, determined at this new challenge.

"Challenge accepted and vat vill happen to ze looser."

"They have to pay for all the drinks!" One random by-stander said. Another said, "Lick the floor clean!"

I thought that this was going to be good as one pony came and set up a table for us, quickly bringing all the drinks the one body could to the table for me, and the other experienced drinker to have for their battle of drinking.

Location: Salt-lick and Cider Bar

Point of View: 3rd person view, hours after the table was set up

It had been a long time since the war of booze drinking had started, and General Iron Hooves was holding his own against the veteran of drinking Berry Punch.

Now, after ten hours of drinking, and the sun is slowly setting in the afternoon sky, they were done with both three hundred bottles each, and both as angry as anypony can get. Everypony that was watching was cheering for both side, and also fearing that they had some unicorn blood int he family, and might go into the dreaded rage-shift mode that unicorns get in when their anger is at the max.

Luckily, one of them fell to the ground by now, and it wasn't the one that everypony was thinking it would be. Instead of the General, who they didn't know the name of, it was their veteran, Berry Punch.

The General Iron Hooves rose form his back hooves and pumped up one of his hooves. "Victory is *hic* is mine. Oh you ve *hic* vere a good oppo *hic* onent but ze spoils *hic* vill be mine to take."

"You *hic* cheated!" Berry Punch says as she laid there on the ground before the General.

"Vell *hic* zere is a say *hic* saying back in *hic* my homeland. Вы не могли разбить меня в миллион лет я чертовски жеребенка!" (Translation: You couldn't beat me in a million years ya damn foal) Was the Iron Hooves' only response to the outrageous comment that Berry Punch made.

All of the bar ponies were dumbstruck by the sudden change in dialect that this new drinker had. They were about to ask when the front door flew open, showing a white, unicorn stallion wearing a red sweater. They would do a sort of double take, since the only white unicorn in town they knew of was the fashion mare that was well known even outside of ponyville.

Location: Cider and Salt Bar

Point of view: 1st, Ink Jet

I was right now, in front of the door that lead to some drinks, and to Iron Hooves, who was by now probably making a fool of himself right in front of so many ponies. My choice to go in almost changed with the thought, but I also had to get him out. I could always get the drink a different time than this one.

Taking a slow, steady breathe, I steeled myself before opening the door wide open.

Well one thing happened, all the ponies, except for two who were at each other's throats, about to charge at each other.

I could tell it was a drunk and a drunk Iron Hooves. (This cannot end well!) Is all that went through my head before a page from one of my books suddenly appears in my mind. It was about a situation like this, and I let my body go into auto-pilot.

I saw what happened, I got in-between them, and for the easiest explanation, i knocked both their heads together and they fainted in a comedic manor.

Both fell with a loud thud, and I sigh a bit. It was odd I was able to do that, but at the moment I did not care, and needed to get the General out of there before he wakes up and makes a foal of himself in front of everypony.

As quickly and steadily I could, I picked up the now unconscious General and slung him over my back, and began to walk out of the Bar. It would be a long trip, but I had to get him somewhere safe, but the only place I could think of would be my home.

That, and the fact my new room-mate looked like he would have a few cases of cider that I could have.