The Moon and I

Day 1

Entry 1

The door shut with a familiar squeal of hinges behind me as I walked into the house. It's a small, squat three room affair, but it suited me. It's hardly the prettiest, but then again, neither was I.

Before me sat my three year old dog. I've had him pretty much since he was weaned, and he'd been my only real friend for years. Gods know he's been more loyal than my coworkers. Of course, they never were all that loyal or kind in the first place. They tried to get me fired by telling the boss I was a brony. He called me into his office to discuss the latest episode, then recommended it to me when I explained I didn't actually watch the show. Since then, I'd watched the first few episodes and a smattering of the others, but it wasn't my cup of tea. Boss understood and didn't care.

Anyway, I reached down to scratch Jitters - that's my dog - Jitters' ears idly while I took my paper and pencils out of my briefcase. The day had been fairly boring; the big project to be unveiled in a month was proceeding as expected. My job as a software engineer didn't really take much thinking, so I had plenty if energy to draw.

I'm not that amazing of an artist, but I like to pretend that I'm getting better. Mostly it was Space Marines -- I'd been obsessed with WH40K for a good fifteen years -- in various situations, sometimes short comics. I pulled out an unfinished sketch of a Blood Angel beheading an orc with his chainsword and started to touch up the helmet, since it looked pretty misshapen. I felt Jitters lean against my leg, and reached down to scratch him, when I realized that I was already scratching him. And he was on the other side of me.

What the hell was leaning on me, then?

I visually confirmed that Jitters was belly-up next to me and that my hand was scratching said exposed belly. I slowly moved my eyes to the other side and saw a little, dark blue... creature. It looked up at me and some of its lighter blue... well, mane, fell back, showing a short, blunt, dark blue horn. The creature was absolutely adorable and seemed to be, somehow, smiling. Jitters sniffed my hand, wondering what made it stop, probably.

I saw movement at its sides and saw a pair of small wings. The feathers were the same color as the little creature's skin. I looked closer and realized that it was actually fur. I reached down and petted it. The fur was incredibly soft and made me want to smush my face in it, which prompted a recollection of an old movie. I pushed back the urge and instead simply picked up the little thing and placed it gently in my lap. She curled up there and promptly fell asleep. Jitters sniffed her, licked her side, then began grooming her coat, accepting her into the family. A term -- from MLP, appropriately enough -- popped into my head: alicorn. Looking closer, she did seen to be like Princess Luna, albeit a... filly? I quickly pulled out my laptop and Googled the term for young female horse. Yup, filly.

Wait, wouldn't that be pony, not horse? I decided to roll with what the show used. Well, speaking normal English, obviously. I gently scratched the little filly when Jitters finished grooming her coat and lay back down. She cooed. My heart stuttered, reminding me to take my afternoon arrhythmia medication. "Thanks," I muttered at her.

My heart nearly stopped again when she snuggled into my chest as I stood up, but she was asleep and easy to carefully remove and place on the cushioned seat. As I downed my daily meds, I wondered what to do next. The first thing I thought of was this journal, so... Here I am. Luna -- I've decided I'm going to call her that -- is beginning to wake up, and I have out a selection of food for her to try out. Including meat, because you never know.

Entry 2

So Luna quite likes bacon. It's not as much of a moral quandary here, since humans -- and, now, ponies -- are the only sentient species. She also ate the lettuce, and, surprisingly, dog food, much to Jitters' horror. I solemnly swore that the dog food would stay his except in case of emergency. He calmed down, probably more from the peanut butter cookie I gave him than my words.

Luna, meanwhile, started flapping her wings. She looked like she was trying to fly. I was surprised that she would start trying so early, but then remembered I didn't know how old she was, so I had no idea if this was early or late.

It was right around then than I began to wonder if other people had had ponies appear in their houses and, if so, how -- and if -- I should go about finding about. I wondered if Luna's magic could find other ponies, but she hasn't even tried using magic yet and... well, I don't even know if it's possible to figure it out on her own. I hope it is, or that horn becomes a bunch of dead weight. It might take decades for her to start working on making spells, and those are unlikely to be as complicated as a spell for finding ponies would be.

Anyway, I can deal with that later. I've put away the sketch for now, and Jitters is playing with Luna. I'll be going to the bookstore tomorrow to buy a few baby books so Luna can learn to speak from hearing that. If I can find other people with ponies, I should arrange get-togethers.

Watching the two play, I'm surprised by how... human Luna is acting. I remember my nephew doing the same things -- poking Jitters in the nose, climbing over him, and Luna was doing the same. I fought back thoughts of my sister. She'd disowned me, so I didn't need to think of her anymore.

Besides, now I had bigger concerns. Like the little pony that is falling asleep. It is nighttime, after all, so I suppose it's bedtime. I'll have her sleep next to me until I can get a crib.

Until tomorrow, journal.