怪談とポニー Ep1 - Canterton High: Ponynormal

Misty caught herself smiling periodically for the rest of the day. She realized that not many could boast the same achievement and treasure she managed to get – real friends, those who were ready to stand their or even her ground for her if it was necessary. Almost sisterly bonds…

‘How awesome they are – the girls!’

Her family originated from Baltimare, but since her birth Misty changed several places of living and, what was more influencing, of studying – her parents were both oceanologists. Thus till eleven Misty managed to live on a couple of islands and go to schools with local foals. Then mom and dad came to the idea that such a style of life couldn’t fit for a filly still learning her way in this world. However, they could hardly give her any other without completely changing their profession and vocation. Fortunately, a way out was found soon: Misty’s aunt lived in Canterlot, she was single, no foals, but she wholeheartedly agreed to patronize the filly for an undefined period of the student life of the latter. So, Misty got somepony to take care of her, even if the girl was quite independent for her age; she also got a stable educational plan and a chance to have longer time connections, maybe even friends.

It wasn’t that Misty really suffered from the lack of those; being a single foal in her family, she was always of a loner kind, self-sustained, always able to occupy and entertain herself. However, Misty always wanted to have a sister, no matter if the younger or older one; of course, the older one would be better responsibility-wise, as Misty confessed to herself with laughter. But having two foals would mean twice more problems for her parents: planning the expeditions, working in the ocean and constantly thinking about how they could arrange the life of their daughters. Thus Misty got used to being prepared for the simple fact that she might need to change the place of living any time. Besides, her interests, considered specific, if not to say strange, by the others of her age, never helped her in getting friends. Misty wasn’t interested in so-called “typical girly stuff” the school fillies discussed in their free time, instead of that, everything paranormal and mysterious attracted her mind; living on those islands and learning about aborigines’ legends and folklore only heated up that interest. It’s somehow automatically happened that the majority of her peers couldn’t or didn’t want to find common topics with her.

So, Misty moved to Canterlot, ready to start her life there from a blank page and completely psychologically stable about that – a rare quality for the foals to be honest. Her aunt was a kind and loving mare, whose luck simply wasn’t enough to get a family and foals of her own. But she turned her whole unspent stash of attachment to the girl, accepting Misty as her own daughter. The aunt had own job, but the rest of the time she tried to show interest in Misty’s concerns. At the same time, she wasn’t an overly strict and officious patron, being quite fine with knowing at least where Misty was and if she was okay. This way the girl, considered prudent enough to avoid most of the troubles, was granted as much freedom as a filly of her age could only dream of, be it in aunt’s house or the rest of the city.

No wonder that the first two years of Misty’s residence in the capital passed exactly as expected. All her free time Misty spent in the library or walking in the beautiful parks of Canterlot, or at home studying her favourite subject. It seemed she managed to study everything possible about the paranormal, absorbing information like a sponge and constantly enhancing her theoretical knowledge. However, no matter how much Misty looked for, she couldn’t find something really promising for investigation in her area. Misty dreamed about own experience, but it looked that the kingdom of order that was Canterlot couldn’t provide her with one. She studied successfully, communicating with her classmates as much as her school life demanded, yet the girl could hardly say that she got any really close friends among them. Everything changed on her second year in Canterlot Pinewatch High School – one day the supervising teacher introduced a new student to them. Misty’s eyes travelled across the thin grey-bluish earth filly of short stature, her lush lilac mane was gathered into two braids, large green eyes watched the class appraisingly from behind the round glasses, bright lips pursed involuntarily, giving out some tension common for a transferred student. The filly trifled the strap of her large postman-style bag; a big leaf of some actual plant peeked from under the flap, making Misty smile – she probably recognized a soul mate.

At a closer look, when the newcomer spotted a free seat near Misty and asked if it was okay to take it, Misty noted to herself with a little embarrassment, that the filly was quite nicely shaped. The simple jeans looked slinky on her small round butt and her thick sweater couldn’t hide or spoil her firm round breasts as if it was tight-fitting also. Misty nodded to the girl, secretly hoping that she didn’t look as if she stared at the new student laying out her belongings.

Lacy Reins, that’s how the new filly was introduced, moved to Canterlot with her parents a few days before, and Misty wasn’t mistaken defining her as a “soul mate”. Lacy’s parents were architects, and while they could spend their free time at home, they definitely didn’t have enough of it, always being busy with their job. Thus Lacy was accustomed to staying at home alone and never saw any problems in that, being self-sustained as well. Usually quiet and reserved, she found a special interest in botanic. No, not exactly that… She was in love with plants of various shapes, sizes and colours! Saying that Misty seriously thought that Lacy easily agreed to accompany her in that adventure, secretly hoping to dig out something interesting within the old school territory. Her large leather bag amazingly contained not only educational supplies but always some instruments of her “trade” and sometimes even something green, Lacy managed to obtain. The more amazing was that everything stood in order and never mixed the wrong way. So, one could say Lacy Reins was a typical nerd at the first look.

However, the closer watching told that things were not that simple. The round glasses couldn’t spoil Lacy’s fair features, her green eyes were naturally large, lips, when she didn’t purse them out of anxiety, were bright and sensual, lovely shaped. That was Lacy in entirety, beautiful by even really picky standards and even simple comfy clothes couldn’t hide, but rather emphasized that. It came out that the girl could easily transform her two braids or ponytails into a quite complex manedo and Misty could imagine that even undone her mane would look lush and attractive. No wonder that after a few months half of the colts in the school secretly dreamed to gain Lacy’s attention. She seemed not interested much though, watching the most obvious attempts with quiet discerning amusement. Thus despite her obvious attractiveness and elegance, even if a bit special from the first look, Lacy kept being a loner of a kind even after getting comfortable on the new place.

Funny fact, but exactly Lacy’s love to botanic was the first string knitting the girls together, the first common topic they surprisingly found. Plants and their products were taking a deserved place in the world of the unknown and paranormal, especially in some local rituals Misty learned a lot about while living on the islands. To her excitement, Lacy accepted her interest as given, even sincerely enjoying some information unknown to her before. Little by little their talks covered the whole variety of girls’ concerns and Misty realized that she found a true friend in Lacy Reins. One who always shared and supported her little shenanigans, even if usually being the rational component of those.

Both girls couldn’t tell how and when exactly they began treating Mane sisters as their friends. Maybe it was right the day two sporty pegasi girls reined up quite harshly that snobby unicorn colt, who gave both Misty and Lacy some hard time, pestering them with what he supposed to be jokes, actually borderline to bullying. Anyway, his confidence decreased visibly, when the sisters suddenly appeared behind right in the middle of his next “joke”, insinuatingly asking him to mind his own business… elsewhere. Maybe a bit later, when the friends managed to give thanks to them and started sharing a table at the school cafeteria, first simply greeting politely and later actually finding some common ground.

Flaunty and Windy Manes were Canterlot locals, staying there with the parents for their whole life. Strong and fit pegasi fillies, quite tall for their age, attended the parallel class, thus Misty and Lacy knew them only visually first, not crossing much during the studies. Sisters were very close, spending almost all the time together. However, despite the widespread stereotype, the twins were not identical. The pale-olive girls shared the same height, fitness, long slender legs, bright beautiful eyes, but that was mostly all.

One of them, Flaunty Mane, carried her long wavy chestnut mane like a crown and her lush tail like a plume, but there was no tiny shade of groundless pride in her character, that was simply her natural posture. She could wear anything like a fashion dress, was it some sportswear or casual mix, her innate grace made it possible. The latter was greatly helped by the simple fact that Flaunty Mane was very ladylike shaped: large, yet firm standing breasts, nice round butt, accompanied by her family slim frame and long legs made all the heads turn, and not only stallions’ to be honest. Close friends knew that despite her unattainable look, Flaunty Mane (they called her simply – Flo) was an easy pony. Open and kind, thoughtful, she treated them often with motherly attitude and spread the latter entirely at her twin, who was surprisingly fine with that, always quickly pacified by the loving glance of sister’s eyes.

Another, Windy Mane, didn’t pay much attention to the looks, always preferring comfy clothes to fancy ones, braiding her tail tightly, ignoring cosmetics and never suffering from that. However, the most common description for her, easily coming in mind, was “cute”. But… the sane one shouldn’t call her that in the face at least, realizing all the risks. With a bit smaller facial traits, except her turquoise eyes, always ruffled short red mane, Windy looked like a real tomboy. Closer acquaintance only confirmed that: abidingly cheerful and positive, Windy was the heart and soul of various tricks and pranks, frequently needed to be curbed by her sister not to get in trouble. She never protested that care and wholeheartedly loved Flaunty. Sisters’ famous closeness even became the ground for some rumours among students and made Misty feel some faint kind envy, watching their wing cuddles.

As far as Misty knew, only their father was a sportspony and while both pegasi girls showed outstanding results in sports, partially due to the natural talent and friendly competition between them, only Windy considered it as her possible career. Frankly speaking, it seemed that nothing could ever shatter Windy’s confidence and positivity. With maybe one exception: her tomboy shape mercilessly didn’t make an exception of her chest area, becoming her seemingly only weakness and insecurity. Windy Mane was quite flat; however, looking at her sister, she never felt some envy, rather genuinely couldn’t understand, how sharing the same blood could allow that particular endowment to spread so unequally.

Unlike Windy, Flaunty Mane didn’t look as if she decided about her future vocation. She could draw awesomely, following her stylist mother, but that talent didn’t yet bloom in her strongly to define her future choices. She had a very good eye and reaction, qualities beneficial for both an artist and a sportspony.

How the four fillies, so seemingly different at the first glance, could become the proverbial “friends in deed” was an unsolved secret even for Misty; she prudently decided not to dig out the reasons, but rather enjoy what she had.