Every Day Life with Pony Girls

It was sunrise in Sanctuary City, and the metropolis was in its normal morning state: quiet, calm, and peaceful. Sanctuary City wasn’t like the other populated cities, where people were always on the move and there’s never a moment of tranquility to be found. It was a serene, relaxing place. Sure it had its moments of hustle and bustle, but nowhere near that other cities had.

In one particular house, located within the serene suburbs of this peaceful city, dwelled a 22-year-old young man who was just waking up from a short, yet restful sleep. The young man sat up in his bed and hit his alarm clock before it had a chance to go off and make an unnecessary noise. His hair was just barely long enough to cover his eyes, if he didn’t comb it. It was also naturally spikey and—to many people’s surprise—a bright shade of green. He wore a pair of blue long johns and a white T-shirt. He rubbed his head and rapidly blinked his eyes in an attempt to shake off the last dregs of drowsiness.

“*yawn* Man, I gotta convince Twilight not to keep us both up so late studying. It’s a good thing I’ve got today off from work,” the young man said as he slowly got out of bed.

Walking over to his bedroom mirror, he picked up his comb before taking a good look at himself. One thing he just couldn’t get use to was his green hair. His once full head of charcoal black hair had suddenly turned emerald green. It happened a few weeks ago while he was helping Twilight practice one of her spells; unfortunately, the spell backfired, resulting in his new verdant hairstyle. Twilight promised that she would whip up a potion to turn it back to normal, but has yet to bring forth any results.

“You’d think a princess capable of making a portal to another dimension could find a way to change someone’s hair color.....and not by accident,” he speculated as he finished combing his hair.

Princess Twilight Sparkle—Twilight, or Twi, to her friends and loved ones—was a magical princess from another dimension. She and her subjects were pony/human hybrids, magical humans with a few noticeable equine traits, and thus the people of Earth referred to her as a “pony girl.” Physically, Twilight looked like any other human save for a few features: lavender pony ears, a lavender horn sticking out from her forehead, a silky purple tail with a pink streak going through it (which perfectly matched her shoulder-length hair), and a pair of lavender wings on her back. Her wings, horn, and royal status characterized her as an alicorn, the rarest type of “pony” from her dimension, an alicorn. She could channel magical power through her horn to conduct spells, fly through the sky with her wings, and possessed enhanced physical strength and endurance compared to the average human. Twilight tended to exercise her magical talents more than her other two gifts. Unfortunately, as the young man’s new green locks indicated, she was far from perfecting her craft.

The young man put on some sandals and went down stairs to wake up his magically endowed roommate before starting breakfast. He walked through the halls of his recently refurbished home, and like most mornings as of late, he took a moment to gaze at the renovations. Ever since the arrival of his roommate, his house had undergone a severe transformation from a normal two-story house, to a castle-like mansion, with its high ceilings, white-washed walls, many rooms. His home was already large enough for him when he was the only occupant, but after Twilight moved in, it now felt absolutely gigantic. Considering Twilight happened to be a princess, the young man’s less than humble abode probably seemed more like an outhouse than a suitable dwelling. Hence, the recent upgrade.

The young man walked through the halls until he reached his roommate’s favorite part of the mansion: the library. A month ago, it was his man cave, complete with entertainment system, an assortment of video games, fully-stocked mini-fridge, and a hockey table that he used whenever his buddies came over. Now, it was Twilight’s personal study, where the dimension-hopping royal spent most of her time, including when she slept. Oddly enough, when she wasn’t sleeping in the library, she insisted on sleeping in the young man’s bed, even if he was there. Especially, if he was there. It made him question why she even had her own bedroom if she wasn’t going to use it. When the young man entered the library, he was met by the all too familiar sight of books, papers, and various writing materials scattered haphazardly across the room. No doubt it was yet another in a long line of Twilight’s messes that he would have to clean up.

“Now, it’s time to play everybody’s favorite Where’s Waldo parody, Where’s Twilight?” he quipped, looking around the room for the Alicorn Princess.

He checked underneath the desk, between the shelves, above the shelves, and even in the desk drawers. The latter was the least likely hiding spot, but he had seldom found her hiding in weirder places, so he checked it anyways. And yet, still no sign of her.

“Where did that girl go? Twilight! If you can hear me, make a sound!”

*Groan*

“There you are!” he cried, walking over to an apparently living pile of papers.

The young man saw the slight up-and-down movement of the pile and heard the unmistakable sound of his roommate’s breathing. He cleared the papers of her head and began to lightly tap her admittedly cute face. Its initial response was only a slight twitch of pony ears, so the young man switched tactics, leaning in close and whispering the young monarch’s name in her ears. This time the pony ears perked up, signifying she was waking up.

*Yawn*

“Morning, Princess. You sleep well?” the young man chuckled as he stood up, looking down at the girl’s exposed face.

“Spike? Good morning. I slept well, thanks. How about you, Bae?” she asked as if she wasn’t mostly buried in a mountain of papers.

“I slept alright. Would’ve been better if I had gone to sleep a little earlier,” Spike replied, ignoring the nickname she gave him. As he recalled, it was short for Best assistant ever since he often helped her in the library and with her spells. Though sometimes he wondered if Twilight knew what that word meant in this world.

“Oh Bae, you ever consider that maybe you sleep too much?” Twilight asked with a giggle.

“You ever want to get out of that mess of papers?” Spike snarked.

“Huh? Oh yeah,” she said, finally realizing the state she was in. She slowly rose to her feet, letting the pile of papers slide to off her body onto the floor.

“Well, come on. I got to get breakfast rea-what the heck!” Spike yelled, quickly turning around to diver his eyes from the pony girl wearing nothing but lavender lingerie.

“What is it, Bae?” Twilight asked, confused by her roommate’s reaction.

“Twilight, you’re in your underwear,” Spike deadpanned, hiding the blush on his face.

“Yeah, so what?”

“I thought I asked you to stop doing that. What happened to the night gown I gave you?”

“You know I can’t sleep in that thing. Besides, it’s normal for the girls in my dimension to do this when in the comforts of their own home, and you did say that I could make myself at home, didn’t you?” she asked with an arched eyebrow.

“Well, yeah. But you weren’t doing this a few months ago.”

“That was because I was still adjusting to living in this new world, but now I really like it here....and....I really like you,” she said, her cheeks growing pink while Spike kept his back turned.

“Yeah...? I...uh, like you, too,” he replied. “By the way, have you finished working on the potion to change my hair back to its original color?” he asked hopefully.

“Sorry, Bae, but with all the time I’ve spent researching your Earth books, not to mention all the reports I’ve written and sent back to the other Princesses in Canterlot, I’ve barely had the time,” she replied.

“Heh...I still find the names you pony people give to your cities funny. Canterlot, Trottingham, Baltimare, Prance, Ponyville, and that last one wasn’t even very creative!” Spike chuckled. “Well, find your gown and meet me in the kitchen. I’ll have breakfast ready and then we can go out today.”

“Sounds good,” she said as Spike left the cluttered room. As soon as she was sure he was gone, Twilight’s ears folded back and her shoulders slumped down in relief. “Phew, I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up.”

Twilight walked over to the shelf that Spike had been standing next to and briefly searched the shelves. She found the paper she was looking for pinned beneath a book. She moved the book aside, picked the sheet of paper up and stared at it pensively. It contained the counter-spell that could change Spike’s hair back to normal.

Twilight knew the spell the entire time and could have changed Spike’s hair back instantly after it turned green, but when the dust first settled on the day of the accident and she got a good look at Spike, her heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t help but swoon for a moment at her roommate’s emerald green hair that now perfectly matched his eyes. The change in hair color made him look more like a denizen of her world rather than that of Earth, and she secretly decided that she preferred Spike’s new look over the old one. She had actually been lying to Spike this entire time just so that she could have a little extra eye candy for as long as possible.

“That was close. I don’t know how he didn’t notice this. I mean, it says Hair Coloration Manipulation Spells right at the top of the sheet,” she muttered before she giggled. “He may not be the brightest assistant, but he sure is the most caring....and handsome.”

After waking up Twilight, Spike had made his way to the kitchen and put on his trademark, pink apron. When she first moved in, Twilight had given it to him as a “thank you” gift for allowing her to stay and putting up with the remodeling of his house. Before starting on breakfast, Spike had turned on the TV and turned it to the local talk show aired within Sanctuary city. He liked to listen to the sounds of music, singing, laughter, and conversation whilst he worked.

”Good morning, Sanctuary City! I’m your host, Jade Williams...”

“...and I’m your co-host, Johnathan Smith.”

“And this is ‘Bright and Early, Sanctuary City!’”
“And this is ‘Bright and Early, Sanctuary City!’” the two talk show hosts said in unison.

As Spike went into the kitchen to prepare a breakfast fit for two, he heard the two co-hosts discuss the hottest topic of the day. As usual, it was about the pony people who had visited our world and their effect on Earth’s societies. For instance, the new inter-dimensional Pop stars that had crossed over from the pony world, Countess Coloratura and Sapphire Shores, had gained worldwide popularity almost overnight.

“I have to say, Jade, these pony people are just incredible.”

“They sure are, John. Their talents have changed our world in so many different ways, due in no small part to the Equestrian and Earth pact signed a few months ago by the various national leaders of Earth and the Princesses of Equestria. Thanks to this pact, a number of Equestrian immigrants have integrated into human society without serious incident and without drastically changing the life of average everyday peopl-”

The TV was suddenly shut off by Spike, whom had finished making breakfast and was now brewing a fresh pot of coffee.

“I’m not sure about that last part. My life has been changing more and more the longer Twilight stays with me. Who would’ve thought this would happen to me.”

“I know what you mean.”

“What the heck!” Spike yelled at the sound of the unexpected reply.

Although the voice was feminine in nature and sort of familiar, Spike knew that it definitely wasn’t Twilight’s. Even more unsettling was that the sound of the voice came from directly behind him. In other words, someone had not only managed to get inside the mansion somehow, but was also able to sneak up on him without him noticing.

Spike quickly turned around and came face-to-face with the owner of the voice. Standing before him was a young woman with a head of shoulder-length, red and orange hair. She wore a bright red blazer with black high heels and a pair of sunglasses. She leisurely stood there, enjoying a cup of coffee as if her sudden presence was completely natural and not alarming.

“Hello there, Spike,” she greeted.

“...”

“What’s wrong, Spike? Don’t you remember me? I’m Agent Mary Sunset, your Equestrian Girl Guidance Instructor,” the woman said, introducing herself.

“Okay, first of all Agent Sunset, I know who you are, and second, what are you doing here so early in the morning?” Spike asked.

“Oh, I just stopped by to make sure everything was in order. It’s my job to do that, after all.”

“Well, don’t worry. As you can see, everything’s in order.”

“I hope so. I know that you’re still not very well versed in the details of the new pact that’s been formed. So I stopped by just to remind you that the golden rule is not to bring any harm to her,” she reminded.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry, I haven’t hurt her in any way,” Spike replied nonchalantly. He turned his back on Agent Sunset to finish brewing Twilight’s coffee, but he suddenly froze when he felt a killer intent directed towards him from behind.

“’Hurting her’ also includes plucking her ‘lavender flower,’ just so you know,” she said in his ear. Her voice was completely calm, but Spike could hear the hostility in her tone.

“W-What?!! I haven’t done that, either! And I never would!” he replied, turning to face her.

“Well, I’m sure it’s crossed your mind. She may have pony ears, wings, a horn, and a tail, but she also has the physical appearance of an irresistibly cute human girl. If anything, her extra features give her an alluring, exotic appeal. Wouldn’t you agree?” Sunset asked, her voice dripping with suspicion.

“Like. I. Said....I haven’t done anything to her,” Spike replied through clenched teeth. The government agent was slowly starting to grate his nerves.

“Well then, what about her? Has she tried anything? Being part pony, the Equestrians are more in touch with their animal instincts than us humans. That means that these pony girls can be pretty passionate about whatever, or whoever, catches their interest. Has Princess Sparkle acted strange towards you or sent any signals?”

“Uh...no, not at all,” Spike lied. ‘Other than walking around in nothing but her skivvies, or that time she “accidentally” blasted both of our clothes off while we were sitting on the living room couch,’ he thought to himself.

“That’s good to hear. I ask only because she seems to be getting awful friendly with you as of late,” Sunset took off her shades, “and you don’t seem to be putting up much of a fight,” she said, her voice taking on a more husky tone.

She gazed into Spike’s eyes as she grabbed him by the chin and pulled him close to her face. Spike was completely caught off guard by Sunset’s unexpected change in demeanor. His cheeks took on a rosy hue as their faces grew ever closer. He could smell the contrasting scent of her perfume mixed with the smell of coffee on her breath. Their faces were merely a few inches apart now. Spike could feel her warm breath on his skin as Sunset’s lips were nearly upon his own.

“Hey! Stop that!” cried an agitated voice.

Suddenly, a lavender bolt of magic flew in-between Spike and Sunset’s faces, causing the two to quickly separate. Almost immediately afterward, Spike’s body was covered in a lavender magic aura and he found himself lifted off his feet and into the air. He soon found himself pulled through the air towards the source of the agitated voice, Twilight Sparkle. Unfortunately, as good at magic as she is, Twilight’s emotional state often effected how much control she had over her magic. In this case, her irritated state was severely hampering her control over her magic. As a result, she accidentally bashed Spike into the wall behind her before gently bringing him next to her, albeit groaning in pain.

“Damn, he’s got it worse than I thought,” Sunset muttered, sending a brief pitying gaze towards the young man.

“Hey, listen up! Don’t you ever touch my Bae again, or I’ll make sure you regret it!” Twilight declared, unaware that her magic grip on Spike had grown stronger and was slowly crushing him.

“Hmmhmm....don’t worry, message received,” Sunset replied holding her hands up in a placating gesture. “Bae, make sure you and Princess Sparkle don’t break any rules. I’ll be in touch....bye now.” Sunset placed her shades back on her face and made her exit, leaving Spike still in the incensed royal’s magic grip.

At that moment, despite the throbbing pain and magic squeezing him, Spike noticed that Twilight had put on her night gown like he asked. However, she was slightly wet. He assumed that she must have bathed before putting the night gown, but didn’t dry off properly. As a result, her garments were wet enough to the point that they were see through, showing off the princess’ bountiful chest.

“Twilight, maybe you should change into something else. You might get sick if you stay in those wet clothes too long,” he said with a slightly strained voice.

“Bae, what was she here for?” Twilight asked, completely ignoring his previous statement.

“Oh, she was just here to make sure we weren’t breaking any rules. And I know you wouldn’t do such a thing, Twi. You are a princess, after all,” Spike wheezed. Twilight’s magic grip was starting to force air out of his lungs.

“I know that, of course. But I was thinking, you know you would never hurt me, not like some of those other humans that might want to.”

“Uh...Twi...”

“Like, you know that even if the law protects me and most humans don’t try anything, a lot of them have shown signs of mistrust and aggression towards us Equestrians because of our magical abilities.”

“Twilight...I...can’t....”

“But your different. You’re not jealous like some humans, or greedy and evil like some of the politicians I met when I first crossed over; I know they would want to hurt me.”

“....breathe....”

“That’s why from here on out, I give you my personal permission to do whatever you want to me. I know you’ll never bring me any harm. I trust you completely. How’s that sound?” she said proudly with her eyes closed, awaiting a response.

“....”

“Bae?”

“....”

“Bae!”

A Few Minutes Later....

“Come on! Don’t give up on me, you bastard!” Agent Sunset shouted, trying frantically to pump air back into Spike’s lungs. The unfortunate young man laid unconscious on the floor while Twilight anxiously paced back-and-forth behind them.

“He’ll be fine. It’s fine. It’s all going to be fine. You look nervous, Sunset. You know you really shouldn’t be nervous,” Twilight said, sweating feverishly as Sunset continued to pump his chest.

A few seconds later, Spike came back to them.