It's jest a little weird.

by bronydog

Rating: everyone
Tags: Human, Romance
Length: 1166

I guess the hart wants what the hart wants. I never for one day imaged that one day I would be in a world of talking ponies, and further more that my house and some of my possessions would become ponies, or that I would love on of them.

My name is Mike Wilson Louis and I live in a world of dragons, talking ponies, and other stuff. I was sent hear about 3 and 1/2 years ago, and to add on to the WTFness my home and some other things are now ponies. But that is only where the hole strangeness begins, because what you are bout to hear is the strangest, yet best years of my life with my mare friend.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2017-01-17 23:38:28 UTC

Jest the tip.

“It's so amazing when someone comes into your life and you expect nothing out of it, But suddenly there right in front of you is everything you ever need”- A Dashing Romance

“Oh ya this is the best back rub I ever haid” I said as celine dion slowly worked her fingers across my back, then she leaned into my ear and whispered “Hay, Hay, Hay it's time to wake up” “What?” I asked in confusion. She started again “I said” “IT’S TIME TO WAKE UP!” I ground putting my pillow over my face, “But it’s saturday” I wined. “You're the one who set me to wake you up everyday at 6:00AM” Replied the small pony on my night stand with her tail plugged into the outlet on the well. For most of you this would be the strangest WTF moment of your life, and I would have agreed with you. That is unreal3 and ½ years ago. Ya not months, years. 3 and ½ month since me and my house some how ended up in a world of magical talking ponies, 3 and ½ years since my house talked to me for the first time, 3 and ½ years since I have seen another human being in persian. My name is Mike Wilson Louis, I am the first (and only) human citizen of equestria, and my house (along with various other household items) is a pony. No not modeled after a pony, it is a giant living, breathing, pony. Don’t ask me how it happened I have as much of an idea as you do. All you need to know right now is last night to celebrate finley saving up enuf bits to buy a small self-contained pipe organ (I'll explain later) Me and some of my close friends went out drinking and I got shit faced drunk leading to the predicament I am now in, with a migraine and a feeling like a gymnast is doing summer salts in my gut. “Please  just let me sleep” I whined my voice muffled slightly by the soft pillow. The clock jest rolled her digital eyes then hopped off the nightstand and walked over to my computer. She was saying something to the PC trend pony but I was to concentrated on my migrane to care, but the next thing I know I’m being forced out of bed by a black hoof. Computer after about a minute of prodding and pulling  managed to get me out of bed, she then hoisted herself onto her hind legs which was not easy for her but after a bit a bit of stumbling got a slight hang of it. Computer then rapted one of her forhoofs around me to keep me up strate and began to lead me out of the bedroom. “Come on, let's go to the bathroom” she said with a face that someone makes when they're afraid of getting puked on as pressure built up in my abdomen as a warning of what was coming. We went down the spiral staircase, threw the living room, into the hallway, and finally into the bathroom. She let me drop to my knees in front to the toilet and lifted the lid and soon after an aray of god knows what came shooting out of my mouth. Computer gently patted be on the back between between the heaving. It was only about 15 seconds but it felt like an eternity before it was all over leaving me with a sour taste in my mouth and an empty feeling inside. Computer moved back over the the toilet and flushed it then raising herself back to on to her back hoofs and walked me back to my room. She layed be back down, then opened her mouth. “How much did you drink last night?” she asked softly not wanting to make my migraine any worse than it already was. “I don’t know” I replied “I can’t remember anything past the 6th bodle. She sighed and began to speak again “Why did you drink that much, you know you can’t hold your alcohol. I chuckled a little bit “Well I was drunk after the 1st bottle and almost gone after the 2nt so my judgment skills weren't as good as they could have been”. She shook her head and walked back to the desk taking her place on the bottom of the shelf, pluged her tail back into the outlet, and began to reconnect everything. After a while the windows 10 desktop lit up on the moneder then she launched minecraft. I was a little jealous of her because she didn't look at the monitor or even use the mouse or keyboard, she could control everything from her mother bord. I think she nodest me looking at her next thing I know my phone is beeping. I looked at the message on the lock. Wireless computer controler sinked, 217.54.142.62:80. After that she closed minecraft and started up L4D 2 on co-op mode.

After the first level of no mercy I began to take note of how quiet it was, too quiet for saturday morning, then I realized it. “Hay computer, is Crescent up yet?” I asked her “She usually likes to talk to me when I wake up”, the black pony responded by saying “Ya but she is jest weird about you, you looked horrible when you came home, almost so pale you could pass for a ghost”. Crescent or Crescent Showers if you are using her full name was my marefriend, we were somewhere in the middle but we made it official about 1 month ago. It took so long because I didn’t know how people would react, for 1 we were 2 different speeches, but that's not all you see she is also my house. Ya, I think we started to feel feeling for eachother after about a little over 1 year in like 1 year and ⅔. I don’t know why I liked her the best, I guess she was just always there for me, she would listen to my problems, she always listened to what I had to say, and she helped me threw a hard time in my life. I guess she thought I was sick or something, I got up more use to the jelo feeling in my legs as I walked over to the right large window of the bedroom and opened the curtains. I couldn't see out the windows so I knew her eyes were closed. I placed a hand on the glass pupil of the eye, it was cold. I sighed and then began to speak. “Look, it's fine, I’m ok. I’m not sick.” She didn’t say anything but I could tell she was away from her breathing paden which was shaken and broken, almost like someone who was left in the cold for too long. “Come on computer, lits finish the game, I think she needs some time to settle down.”