Life Could Be A Dream

You hold her close on the couch, her nuzzling up to your chest and you caressing her sides. You kiss her on the head once more and are about to say something when a series of knocks emanates from the door across the room. You look at the door, confused, and watch it move as another series of pounds hit the door. You look at her, then back at the door, and then back at her, unsure of what to do. She stirs from next to you, slipping off the couch and trotting over to the door as you do the same and walk up next to her. You are still a good five feet away from her when the top part of the door opens.

Standing there is a purple pony, similar to you only in shape and size. She has a light purple coat, a dark purple mane, she even has purple irises. The only part that does not seem to be purple is the whites of her eyes and certain stripes of pink on her mane. As you study her, you notice the stubby horn in the middle of her head and the star on her flank. You continue looking at her from behind Fluttershy as they converse with each other. After a moment, she turns to you and tries to start a conversation with you.

“Hi there,” she says to you. Her voice is light and sounds as though she is used to having someone listen to her at all times. “My name is Twilight Sparkle. Are you this new stallion that Fluttershy told me about?” This must be the pony that Fluttershy had sent the message to the day you first met her.

You jest, “Well, ma’am, I don’t see anyone else around.” You chuckle slowly, the laughter awkwardly dying in your throat after a while when she fails to see the humor.

She turns to Fluttershy. “Mind if we come in?” Fluttershy shakes her head and opens the lower portion of the door, revealing the other pony’s legs and a small creature, possibly the other pony’s pet. Like Twilight, this creature was a light shade of purple. Scales covered most of its body and produced a frill lining the middle of its head which ran all the way down its back as it walked in with its owner. It walked on its back claws, like you used to, and the front claws looked as if they were used like hands.

You try to be friendly. “Well hey, there, little guy.” You smile and stoop low to avoid looking threatening. “What is he?” You inquire, patting him on the head.

“That’s Spike. He’s a baby dragon.” Twilight explained, “I’ve had him ever since my entrance exam to a school for gifted unicorns I had to use my magic to hatch him from his egg.” You continued to pat his head. Had you been more perceptive, it would have looked like anger flashed across the animal’s face. “He doesn’t like it when you do that,” Twilight confirmed.

The creature swatted his hoof away and started to talk. It started to talk. This fact alone left you dumbfounded. Then again, you are in a world full of talking ponies.

“I could have told him that, myself, Twi…” he grunts and looks up at you, clearly annoyed by your actions. You pull back your hoof and smile nervously at him; for all you know, he could kill or immolate everyone in the house.
“Uh…sorry?” you apologize as they come inside. You curse at yourself; you feel like an idiot for not considering that and move aside to let them pass.

Fluttershy moved in behind them and shut both doors as they made their way into the living room, Twilight sitting on a small recliner across from Fluttershy who had sat in an identical chair. You walk back over to the couch, sitting on the end closest to Fluttershy while Spike clambers onto the chair’s arm to sit next to Twilight.

She adjusts herself, putting her legs underneath her. “So,” she begins, “Fluttershy told me that you aren’t from here.” You notice her horn light up and a notebook and quill pop out from a bubble of displaced air. They float in the air, suspended by a purple cloud of energy, levitating as if by magic. Hell, it might as well be magic given all the talking animals and dragons.

You shift uncomfortably. “No, ma’am. Heck, I’m not even sure where ‘here’ is.”

She writes down a few things, the sound of the quill tip scratching over the paper filling the silence in the room. “Hasn’t Fluttershy told you where you are?” She looks over at Fluttershy, who was sitting quietly, petting one of her rabbits.

She grins sheepishly. “No, sorry.”

“Well,” you cut in impatiently, perhaps a little too harshly, “can you please tell me where I am?”

“I believe I am the one asking questions, Mister. Might I ask what your name is?” she asks, clearly offended by your interruption.

You tell her your name. “While that is a nice, albeit odd name,” she continues, “Please let me ask my questions first.” She writes down something again. “Now, you told Fluttershy you’re not from here. Where exactly are you from?”

You inform her that you can’t remember where you are from or how you got here, resisting the urge to ask where you are already.

Twilight’s face shows clear hints of confusion. “What do you mean you don’t remember where you’re from? Maybe Canterlot? Or Fillydelphia? Or—“

You can tell at this point that Twilight doesn’t seem to understand your lack of memory. You would rather explore your surroundings a bit before you continue to be questioned by the lavender pony. Politely, you inform Twilight that you would like to go for a walk and see the area before answering more of her questions.

Her brows furrow with slight frustration, but she agrees and offers to introduce you to her other friends along the way. Your group of four leave Fluttershy’s home and head into the nearby town, apparently named Ponyville. Glancing around, you observe the rural nature of it. Ponies with coats and manes of every color in the spectrum are going about their daily lives, making purchases at little business carts and chatting with each other. The houses appear to be mostly small cottages and the like.

No more than a few moments into the town, you feel something soft and squishy tackle you to the ground. As you open your dazed eyes, you see that you are face to face with an incredibly cheery-looking pink pony. “Well hi there, my name’s Pinkie Pie! You must be new, because I know everypony around here! Well, not the ponies who aren’t around here, but I’d like to know them, too!” she rambles excitedly. You smile, confused but her joy was infectious.

“Um…Pinkie Pie…could you maybe…get off of him?”

You look to your side to see your beautiful lover stuttering a much-appreciated suggestion.

"Okie-dokie-lokie!” Pinkie Pie giggles as she bounces off of you.

“This is Pinkie Pie, the most hyper, cheerful member of our group of friends,” Twilight informs you with a hint of embarrassment in her voice. As Fluttershy helps you up, Spike chimes in, “She really knows how to throw a party.”

“Ooh! Ooh! We should throw a party for the new guy in town! We--!”

Twilight covers Pinkie’s mouth and shakes her head with a smirk. “Maybe some other time Pinkie. We need to help our new friend, here. He doesn’t remember where he’s from or anything else for that matter.

Pinkie smiles understandingly. “Well ok, Twilight! I gotta go help the Cakes with a new recipe, anyway! See ya later!” And with that, the bright pink mare speeds off as you and your little tour group share a laugh.

Twilight leads the four of you through the town, explaining various things about the town and its residents. You grin as you look to your right at the only resident you really care to know. Fluttershy sees your grin and shyly smiles back. You turn to look forward again and feel Fluttershy walk more closely next to you, nuzzling your neck. The warmth of it sends a cascade of butterflies through your stomach and you blush brightly. You couldn’t explain where you were from or how you came to be here, but none of that seemed to matter around her. She just made it all feel so right.

Twilight, walking alongside Spike in front of you and Fluttershy, doesn’t seem to notice that you aren’t fully listening. Rather, you’re too busy running your nose through your love’s flowing pink mane.

“Ahem?”

You and Fluttershy freeze and glance forward. Twilight stares you down, clearly annoyed. “As I was saying…” the purple pony returns to her lecture and continues to trot along. Both you and Fluttershy share a bit of embarrassment but quickly get over it and go back to nuzzling each other.

You close your eyes, letting Fluttershy guide you as you trot. Before you know it, you’ve arrived at the home of some pony named “Rarity.” After a quick knock on the door by Twilight, a brilliant white pony with a dark purple mane emerges with glistening eyes.

“Why hellooo there, darling! A pleasure to meet you! I am Rarity, the greatest fashionista this side of Equestria! You must be the new gentlecolt in town, I presume?”

“Uh…yes, that would be me,” you chuckle at how dramatic this pony is. She appears to have a horn similar to Twilight’s, though a bit sharper and longer. A trio of diamonds adorn her flank; you blush the moment you realize Rarity has caught you staring.

“Now now, while I understand how hard it is to resist catching a peek at these flanks, I’d say you already have a fine pair of flanks to attend to, mm?” Rarity smirks at you and nods her head at Fluttershy, who blushes intensely and looks away, seeming to ignore that fact that you were looking at Rarity’s rear. In the back of your mind, though, you smirk knowing all too well what a grand set of flanks your lover possesses.

“Oh trust me, Miss Rarity, I am aware,” you state proudly and lean over to give Fluttershy a light kiss on her cheek. She turns to look into your eyes and give a thankful smile for the compliment.

“Mhmm. Well, I have much to do and little time. Ta-da for now, darlings!” Rarity declares in a sing-song voice as she slides back into her home and closing the door. This is the second time you’ve seen a pony with a horn, and curiosity invades your mind.

“Hey Fluttershy, is she a unicorn?" you whisper into her ear while Twilight and Spike decide where to go next.
“Of course she is! Haven’t you ever seen a unicorn before?" She quietly replies with a shy smile.

“No, this was my first time,” you say, though technically Twilight was the first unicorn you saw.

You see Fluttershy look away, with what appears to be a slight sadness in her voice. You can barely make it out, but you think you hear her whisper under her breath, “Yeah…a lot of firsts for both of us, lately…”

Before you can attempt to find out what’s wrong, Twilight taps you and says she’ll be introducing you to a pony named Rainbow Dash next. She smiles and looks to the sky, waving a hoof. You look up as well and hear a loud boom as a rainbow ring fans out across the sky. Seconds later, a somewhat muscular cyan pegasus with a vivid rainbow mane lands in front of you. “Enjoy the Sonic Rainboom, stranger?” the pegasus questions you with a cocky smirk.

“A…a what?” you manage to stammer out. Your ears are still ringing from the loud boom.

“Nevermind,” Rainbow Dash rolls her eyes and introduces herself to you. “I see you are already pretty close with Fluttershy?”

You raise a brow and look down, not realizing you have a hoof around Fluttershy, who is contently burying her face in your neck. She pulls away for a moment and quietly says, “Oh…um…well he’s really nice and…um...I’ve only known him for a few hours but I feel so comfortable and safe around him…I feel like I’ve known him my whole life.” Her sweet words melt your heart and you feel a tear building up in your eye. She’s right, though. Despite your short time here, you feel like you have a connection with her. It’s strange, but you really do feel the same way.

The cyan pegasus puts a hoof in her mouth and makes gagging noises. “Yeah, I’m gonna go ahead and get some lunch before I puke. Nice to meet you, new guy! Maybe next time we can have a less-mushy conversation!” she yells as she takes off into the sky.

Twilight smiles sweetly at what Fluttershy said, while Spike mimicked gagging just as the pegasus had. Fluttershy herself is giving you a sweet, loving stare as she wipes the lone tear building in your eye.

“Can we move along? Let’s go see Applejack, please?” Spike mutters.

Twilight nods and leads your group to a vast apple farm outside of Ponyville. For miles, all you can see is row after row of apple trees. At last, your party reaches the edge of an orchard where you can see an orange pony with a blonde mane bucking against a tree. Each time she slams it, several apples rain down into a bucket.

“Well howdy there, pard’ner! Name's Applejack, and who might you be?" the rough-looking pony says as she trots towards your group. Before you can answer, Fluttershy introduces you first, recounting the story of how you two met .
“Found ‘im in the woods, huh? Well I’m glad yer safe and sound now! Nice meetin’ ya, but I gotta finish these here apple trees by the end of the day, so I’ll talk tah ya’ll later. Bye now!” Applejack bids you farewell.

“Well, that’s all of our closest friends. What do you think?” Twilight inquires.

Your stomach rumbles before a word leaves your mouth. You blush as Fluttershy tries to stifle a giggle. “I think,” you begin, “that we should probably do as Rainbow Dash did and get some lunch.”

Twilight smirks, but she and Spike agree. You know that she is going to grill you with questions later, but for now, all that matters is lunch and your beautiful, sweet pegasus