I was in college, and that didn't surprise anyone. I had always loved to learn. Being only sixteen? Yeah, that made my social life a little tense. Abandoning a human's need to be with their own kind? Even more so. I spent my days in my room, playing games and watching ponies.

Since I didn't know anyone, I had no one to be embarrassed around , and I had no problem buying pony-related merchandise. Before long I found myself with two small stuffed ponies. I talked to them as though they could hear me, and in my mind, they talked back.

It wasn't healthy, but it helped me keep from getting seriously depressed, and I thought that was all that mattered. Soon, I decided I didn't want other friends, and that my imaginary pony friends were enough to live by.

However, one day everything changed, and for better or worse, there was no way back.

This is a major rewrite, so if you've read it before, you might want to check it out again.

This will be rated T language use.

Cover art from here: http://bio-999.deviantart.com/art/Vinyl-and-Octavia-366105696 You should check them out, they're great!