The camera focuses upon a young man with messy brunette hair and tired green eyes, wearing a navy blue shirt and a pair of dirty jeans sitting atop a metal chair.
"Are we rolling?" Robert asks with a raised brow, quickly snapping back into reality and out of deep thought.
"Yes we are Mr.Orso. Ready to begin?" The soft melodic voice of a young woman speaks off camera.
"Fire away!" He chuckles shaking his head side to side slightly.
"So it's been almost two months since The Equestrian Nation made contact with earth. Your thoughts?" The woman asked in a curious tone.
"Aye. My thoughts on the matter is this and this alone. I hate it." Robert spoke rolling his eyes annoyed.
"The Ponies? " She replied.
"No. Not the poor creatures per se, just the damn living arrangement the government put into place when they arrived." Robert slowly ran a hand through his hair slowly.
"You mean the fact everyone had to take in a pony, while they were being placed within the world? " The woman asked a slight snicker in her tone.
"Aye! I'm a man who enjoys his privacy and the fact I have to share my house with an animal for god knows when, is making my blood boil. " Orso snapped crossing his arms across his chest firmly.
"Oh come now! How bad could a little three foot pony be? " She replied in a defensive tone.
"I'll tell you how bad! It's not like those little tales you hear online, a box arrives and a cute little pony is inside. " Robert slowly leans in towards the camera with a serious gaze.
"It's a living hell. " He slowly narrowed his eyes as the words escaped his lips.
"How so? " The woman asked intrigued, needing to know his reasons now.
"Well for one. The pony I was settled with is basically a mute! " Robert glared towards the camera.
Robert stood within the kitchen on the house phone, a small yellow Pegasus sat upon the kitchen chair her little hooves softly atop the table. A long pink mane flowing down her backside, a matching colored tail swishing side to side cutely.
"Mmmhmm. Do you sell anything ponies will eat? " Robert asked the pizza place with a serious tone, leaning softly against the counter annoyed.
"Hmmm. Oats, hay and berries huh?, well you see I kind of have just enough for one pizza and was hoping for a meat lovers. " Robert spoke into the receiver sternly.
"What! Of course I'm not a monster!, I wouldn't feed meat to a pony! " Robert yelled across the phone as the clerk on the other end scolded him., the yellow pony behind Orso folding her ears back cutely.
"One minute I'll ask her. " Robert sighed turning around to face the pony that invaded his life.
"I'm ordering a cursed Pony Pizza for us. What you want on it Fluttershy? " He asked with a grumble.
"A pony...pizza?-Eeep! " Fluttershy squeaked sliding slowly down the chair in fear, blue hues barely poking out to give him a worried glance.
"No! Not made with ponies! For them! " Robert sighed.
"Oh. Well anything is fine really. " The mare spoke in the softest of tones.
"Not really for me. C'mon do you want berries, hay or what? " He glared to the mare who blushed a dark red shyly.
"Maybe some oats..." She whispered ever so softly.
"What? " Orso tilted his head a bit.
" Mmmhrmm...oats. " She gazed down voice barely audible.
"For the love of god!, I'm sounding like an idiot here over the phone! What do you want!? " Orso snapped loudly as the mare yelped fluttering her wings softly as she bolted out the backdoor.
"Do you know how long it takes to coax a pony out of a tree? Six bloody hours! " Orso grumbled as he slid into his own chair, shaking his head side to side.
"And that's not the worst of it! She pays the rent I give her with something called a bit! " He moans reaching into his pocket taking out a small gold coin.
"I took the damn thing to a coinsmith, turns out it's made of some unknown metal and can't be priced." Orso rolled his eyes.
"Now every week, she pays me a handful of these things!, I'm running out of room to put them! " Orso ran a hand through his hair tiredly.
"I've been tossing what I can into wishing fountains around the mall..." The young man gazed down a bit ashamed.
"Anything else? " The woman asked holding back a giggle.
"Phst yeah! She takes in every bloody stray in the neighborhood! " Orso suddenly snapped swinging up from his seat in anger.
Orso swings open the front door to his home, eyes glued to the phone in his hand. Never noticing the large pile of cat vomit on the floor, his feet slipping back and forth atop it before he goes crashing to the floor with a loud thud.
"Aye! Son of a Bi..." He yelled aloud in pain, back to the floor.
"Oh Mr.Orso! Could you please keep it down? Mittens is sick and resting in the master. " Fluttershy smiled as she daintily fluttered down the stairway.
"Mittens? " Orso sighed as he sat up on the floor.
"Yes. I found the poor thing in the alleyway outside, her fur almost completely gone and vomiting so violently. " The mare spoke in a worried tone of voice.
"You put a sickly cat in my bed? " He asked in pure awe.
"Yes. I hope you don't mind." She smiled a soft squee escaping her muzzle.
"Well it's done, not like I can do anything..." He mumbled under his breath slowly getting to his feet, turning around to open the door to the kitchen.
A large pack of dogs rushing outward and pushing him back to the ground with a loud pop.
"I also took in a few dogs..." She giggled nervously.
A group of small birds flying out of the kitchen as well, a few white droppings of nasty fecal matter splattering onto the young mans chest on the floor.
"And some birds. " Fluttershy folded her ears back cutely.
"Is that all you have to say Mr.Orso?" The woman behind the counter asked a sweet giggle escaping her lips.
"Neigh! I mean Nay! I beg of you, if anyone out there woud want to take this cursed pony off my hands." Orso tried to speak aloud to the camera as the woman stood up whispering.
"You can't just dump a pony off..."
"Not dumping if someone else does want the cursed thing!" Orso stood up as well, both people seeming to yell at eachother before the camera clicked off.
Leaving only dead air.
Author's Note
If you read this far.
Perhaps you'd read a bit more.
If you'd wish to adopt poor Fluttershy and offer her a new home, just simply call " The Pony Who Got Away." Hotline.
Or if you have your own tale of life with ponies. Please share with us, you might just appear on our next episode.
( Yep. if you as yourself would like to star in the upcoming chapters of this fic, send me a pm.-
With your name in the story.
A quick overview of your personality.
A quick glance of what your character looks like.
Which pony you will have adopted. ( First come, first served.)
Last what genre you'd like your tale to be.- Can be from random, to fluff to something heart warming. )
