Author's Note

For those of you wondering what Stony's name is in the human world, this chapter might just answer your question. Happy reading!

Coming Home

My world. A place where trees grew, flowers abounded, and wonderful things happened every single day. A place where the sheer amount of loveliness was only counterbalanced by the unfortunate news reports we received nightly. “Our top story…someone was shot and killed today,” was one popular headline. Another was, “our top story…someone died in a dreadful house fire.” But I loved, and still love, my world, and I couldn’t wait to introduce the most beautiful creature in one world to the facets and ways of another.

The portal that we used was located in her old castle in Ponyville. It had been damaged from a fight with some villain named Grogar and his cronies, so it took her a few minutes to get it running again. But, ever the technological, scientific, and magical master, she was able to redirect the mystical stream of magic and time so that we could use it again. She stepped back and turned to me. “Are you ready?” She asked.

“I have a better question…are you?”

She looked a little nervous. “I am, but I cannot deny my anxiety. I’ve never been anywhere in your world outside of the bubble that contains Canterlot City, and I’m a bit worried at what I’ll find. Are you certain your family will like me?”

I put a hoof on her face and kissed her. “Twi…there’s no need to worry,” I said calmly, “if you’re the same wonderful pony you’ve always been, then they’ll love you. My parents are really easy to get along with. I promise.” She gulped, but the curious sparkle in her eye betrayed her eagerness to arrive in this new environment. I nodded, and she returned the gesture. Then we both trotted into the vortex.

When we were regurgitated out of the portal, and back outside the same fenced pasture where my adventure had begun, I immediately turned and looked at her. She was ravishing. She was probably my age, 23 or so, with the same long, flowing purple hair with the delicate trace of a pink streak hidden within. Being the first purple human in the history of our planet (outside of Canterlot City, that is), I noted that I was taking part in something historic. It gave my heart a jolt to know that the pony I loved more than life itself was standing in my world.

Her outfit was simple, yet fitting for her. It consisted of purple jeans, a lavender t-shirt that oddly bore her cutie mark on it, and a small black vest that wrapped itself around her shoulders beautifully. She wore shoes of the same purplish hue. But the thing I loved most about it were the thick rimmed glasses she now bore. I find that a girl wearing glasses is more attractive than the hottest supermodel and all of her makeup, glitz, and glamour. Why? Because the girl wearing glasses is more apt to show you her true self instead of the façade put on for a crowd.

I stepped to her and kissed her cheek. “You look lovely, darling,” I said.

She wobbled a bit and I put my hands on her shoulders to steady her. “Thanks,” she said, “I’m still trying to get used to being on two legs, even after both trips here. Now, then, how do we get to your home?”

I noticed that my car, which had been firmly implanted in the tree the day I went to Equestria, had been removed. But…so had the tree. Either I had done so much damage to the poor timber that it had to be removed, or some great bolt of lightning had done the same. All the same, the tree was gone, my car was gone, and we needed a way to my home. Considering that we were in the middle of the exciting city of Nowhere (population: us), that small molehill of a task quickly grew into a large mountain.

“Um…what are you wearing?” She asked suddenly.

I looked and saw that I still wore my pizza uniform. “It’s just what I wear when I deliver pizzas.”

“Fascinating!” She said in awe as she moved around me. I didn’t mind it. Any time her gorgeous purple orbs were fixated on me was wonderful. Once she finished her small examination, she stood up and came nose to nose with me. “You look so handsome!”

I blushed. “Oh, shucks, Twilight.”

“I’m serious!”

“I know you are, it’s just…you were rather cute when you said it.”

She smiled and kissed me, and then we turned and I held my thumb out to the road. “What are you doing?” She asked.

“This is called hitchhiking. When your car is gone…and the tree you plowed into along with it…this can come in handy. Hopefully, someone friendly comes along and can help us get home.”

After a few minutes of holding my thumb out, a yellow car happened along. They kindly picked the two of us up and I told some story about how my car had been towed and I didn’t have another way to get home. They were an older couple, but they were extremely compassionate. We jumped in the back seat and they drove us back to my house. They were a funny pair, with the man going on about how the state of dentures was in complete disarray, and the woman spoke with keen intellect about the merits of picking the correct grapefruit. Twilight and I could only look at each other and smile, thankful for the company of these two.

When we arrived home, we said our farewells and the elderly couple wished us luck in our relationship. “You know something?” She asked once they drove off.

“What’s that?”

“They never once mentioned that I’m purple. I mean, it’s broad daylight. They could see it, couldn’t they?”

“I think they looked deeper than the skin color and saw what I see.”

“Which is…?”

“Your beautiful mind and your amazing heart.”

She blinked as tears came to her eyes. She wrapped me up in a hug and we kissed deeply. I found myself entranced by her lips and her soft moans of love. When we broke for air, she nuzzled me a bit. “Thank you, my love,” she said, “I needed to hear that.”

“As always, you’re welcome, Twilight.”

With that, we turned and I led her down our driveway and up the front walk. She was completely enamored with everything, commenting on the shape of the house, the bricks that covered part of the front, and the siding that dominated the other half. My mom, being the aesthetical powerhouse that she is, had determined that she wanted this arrangement. At first, I thought it would look rather asinine and immature, but when it was finished, I was pleasantly surprised to find that it worked. The light grey siding meshed with the deep red brick perfectly, and the white columns of the front porch and deep red front door only completed the look.

We walked up on that same porch and I knocked on the door. When it opened, there stood my mom, a pretty middle-aged woman with blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and the same motherly nature I had always loved. Her mouth fell open, and she nearly dropped the dish she was drying. “Hi, Mom,” I said, “I know it’s probably been awhile…”

“JEFF! YOU’RE HOME!” She cried as she leapt into my arms, “BROCK! COME HERE! JEFF’S HOME!”

She wouldn’t stop squealing, and Twilight stepped aside to let her have a moment. My mother’s tears were many, and they stained the back of my bright red Polo. Her hug tightened, and I felt squeezed. I didn’t realize that my mother was so strong. “Mom…it’s wonderful to see you too…but, I can’t breathe!”

She immediately let go. “Sorry,” she said sheepishly, “I’m just so happy! We haven’t seen you in months! What happened?! Where did you go?!”

“I’ll tell you everything in a few minutes. But…where’s dad?”

As soon as I said that, my father walked into view and came and grabbed me in a tight hug of his own. He was a big man with a kind spirit, and though he might have been past the age of 50, he still worked many hours a week to provide for his family. His glasses gleamed as he squeezed me even tighter. “Dad…I…can’t…breathe!”

“Sorry, bud, but…we’re just so glad you’re home!”

Then, they both turned and noticed Twilight. They took on a bit of a surprised expression, but then they smiled at her. “Who’s this?” My mom asked.

“Mom, Dad…this is someone who has changed my life forever, and all for the better. She’s also someone who can prove that the story I’m gonna tell you isn’t a fabrication. It’s all reality. This…is my girlfriend, Twilight Sparkle.”

“Well, it is certainly an honor to meet you, Ms. Sparkle,” my mother said politely.

“Oh, please, call me Twilight,” my spontaneous significant other responded.

“Well, let’s all go in and get to know each other better,” my dad said, “I can’t wait to hear this story you have to tell us.”