The New Roommate

by Jimbo

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Colgate, Alternate Universe, Slice of Life, Human
Length: 1223

A typical morning in a significantly atypical household. A twist on the "human in Canterlot" idea. Starring Colgate and her human roommate, Sky Reacher.

[Story from the archives]

Original publish date: May 2, 2011

This was another early story of mine, one that I still find utterly charming! I love exploring the concept of MLP through the toyline, so this was that idea taken to the extreme - a human and pony interacting, but the pony is the size of an actual toy pony. My original blurb hinted at another chapter, although it never happened! Colgate was a fan favorite even from the early days, so I wanted to embrace her love of toothpaste in this story. She wasn't officially named at the point that I wrote this story, so while I use the tag 'Minuette', she is addressed by the fan name Colgate.

Original blurb:

A typical morning in a significantly atypical household. A twist on the "human in Canterlot" idea. Starring Colgate and her human roommate, Sky Reacher.
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This is a bit of an odd idea I had bouncing around in my head. I haven't seen any stories with this particular twist before, which makes me think it's a bit of a weird concept! But it was fun to write, and although I like it as a oneshot, I'm debating writing more chapters. I don't want to take away from the charm of something sweet and short, but I also would like to explore the world a little more.

Enjoy!

Published 2021-12-01 22:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2021-12-01 22:30:01 UTC

Sky Reacher, wake up!

I don’t set an alarm clock anymore.

If you were my mom, your first joyous assumption would be that I finally got a girlfriend. If you were my dad, you would be grateful that I finally pulled myself up by the bootstraps and decided to wake up with the sun. If you were my friends, you would wonder what the hell had happened to me and possibly pontificate on the possibility of a web-cam girl who charged less in the morning hours.

None of them would have been able to come anywhere close to the reality of my situation.

“Sky Reacher.”

I sleep like an adolescent; at least, that’s what my mom used to tell me, as she sighed in her long-suffering way at the state of my room. Hardly a morning passed where she didn’t wade in, as if into the trenches of war, and begin gingerly piling my laundry into its proper basket instead of strewn about the room as it tended to be.

‘Sleeping like an adolescent,’ apparently, means ending up in a position different than the one you started in. Sure, I’d start out peacefully enough; hands at my sides, flat on my back, staring up at the ceiling. But by the time my alarm clock rang, I’d be on my stomach, one leg hanging off of the side of the bed, arms folded under my head as they strangled my pillow to death. The blanket tended to wind around me like a boa constrictor as I rolled around, eventually halting movement altogether. Long story short, I was kind of a mess in bed.

“Sky Reacher.” A small voice, growing in size as it came closer to me, more insistent this time. She wasn’t too good at being patient, and so even as she called my name, I could feel her approaching, clambering onto the bed with great effort. I, still mostly asleep, froze in place, not wanting to accidentally knock into her.

I was on my stomach, as was typical for me, but there would be no wake-up call from mom, no one to pick up my laundry for me while I waited for the bus. I’d been on my own for months now (as the mountains of dirty laundry would attest), the deliciousness of freedom having long since melted into the boredom of loneliness. But right now I was anything but alone.

I remained as still as I could, not wanting to unsettle the girl who called to me as she touched my back, tracing a line up my hipbone all the way to my shoulder. Touches lighter than that of fingertips made a steady trail against the thin cotton of my shirt, coming to a halt right at the very top of my shoulder.

She leaned closer, speaking into my ear in her soft voice as she settled down, letting more of her weight rest against me. No more fingertip touches; now, her warmth burnt a hole into me, melting through my shirt like a beam of sunlight.

“Sky Reacher, the sun has been up for hours now, it’s time to get out of bed.” Her voice was gentle, friendly, but with the barest undertones of gentle chiding.

I finally opened my eyes, turning my head slightly so that I could see the little voice that spoke from her place against my shoulder. She was just as small as her voice would make you think she was, even though it seemed physically impossible. Hell, I had barely believed it, myself, and I was there to see her in person. “Okay, okay.” I rumbled, sleepily, and offered her a little smile. “Good morning to you too.”

The little blue unicorn on my shoulderblade giggled, and rolled onto her side so that she could stretch her legs out. “Good morning. I thought you were going to sleep forever!”

“Yeah, well, one of the benefits of being unemployed, I guess.” I chuckled, my voice still a little husky with sleep. “Why don’t you go get the toothpaste out, I’ll be right -”

“Toothpaste!” She whinnied joyfully and was off like a shot, her tiny hooves beating in four-four time across my back, and then across the bed, down the little ramp I’d built for her and off into the bathroom.

I chuckled, a little softer now that she wasn’t there to hear it, and finally rolled myself out of bed. Tired, but well-rested; no real reason to wake up in the mornings, with no job to go to. But when the roommate woke up, there wasn’t much that could keep her from waking you up, too.

“Hurry up!” She called, her tiny voice echoing in the mostly-tiled room. Faintly, I could hear her tiny grunts of exertion as she shoved her body against one of the her-sized faucet handles, the water trickling into the sink slowly at first, then growing with each successive push.

Obediently, I made my sleep-numbed way into the bathroom, rubbing each squinting eye in turn as he followed the path she had taken. She was up on the sink by now, and had wrested ‘her’ toothbrush from its holder, doing her best to uncap the toothpaste that laid next to it. But hooves do not work as well as thumbs, especially when you were trying to open something someone much larger had closed.

“Here, hang on, lemme do that.” I murmured, reaching out to carefully twist the cap off for her, replacing it once it was opened. She took up her customary spot, all four hooves resting on the plastic tube, and looked up to me for confirmation. “Okay, go.”

With a tiny (but what must have been mighty for her) jump, the unicorn lept into the air, landing on all four hooves with a tiny, satisfying squish. The toothpaste rolled out of the tube sinuously, landing on the toothbrush’s bristles.

The little unicorn eagerly hopped off of the tube as I lifted up the toothbrush, lowering her head slightly so that I could begin brushing her, very carefully. For whatever reason, this was her favorite part of the day, and each gentle movement of the bristles over her coat prompted successively louder giggles and whinnies.

Once she was drenched in bubbles, she happily trotted the few steps over to the sink, sliding down into its basin. She rinsed for a few moments in what must have been a waterfall for someone her size, then climbed back up (with a little bit of my help - sinks, after all, were very slick), sopping wet and loving it.

“Again!” She demanded happily, tiny droplets of water landing on my hand when she shook her wet mane.

“You are the silliest unicorn I’ve ever met, Colgate.” I chided her with a grin, beginning to brush her all over again. She was clean by now, of course, but I didn’t mention it.

“I’m the only unicorn you’ve ever met, Sky Reacher.” She informed me staunchly, giving a happy, shrieking whinny when I tickled her with the brush.

Like I said. I don’t set an alarm clock anymore, because even if I did, the little blue unicorn who lives with me now would probably wake me up before it even went off. Someone has to brush her coat with toothpaste every morning, after all.