Screw the rules, I have an Alicorn!

This history is told from a second person view.
But u can totally not be the one acting the story if u don’t want to.
Any similarities with other stories aren’t merely coincidental.

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You are.. well, u know who you are, just in case your life is too exciting to have in mind all the achievements in your real life before a crappy second person view story begins, let's first make u a complete loser, and enlist just a few for this character not to be too complicated to follow.

1.-You are a complete loser (this is the most important fact or the rest of the story doesn’t make sense).
2.-you are in your normal world, so u don’t start right in Equestria.
3.-you are 2X years old, and you don't have a lot of real good friends or close family, so there the story doesn’t have a lot of human characters for the sake of a pony fanfic
4.- etc, etc…

But since the moderators of this site can actually think I’m not posting a real story and for they to just don’t delete it, let’s say you work repairing refrigerators and you live in the basement of your mother’s house (you can actually be a girl if you want to, but I warn you, you’ll magically grow a penis later and without warning, so be prepared).

(dang, I’m so low in words yet to make this chapter 1, rules say at least 1000, let’s keep going)

Well then, you started to see “My little pony: Friendship Is Magic” T.V. show, for reasons you only know, maybe you saw a big graffiti of Rainbow Dash everyday not in your way to work because you work in home in this story, or found out some memes in internet about it and you thought they were pretty clever, or you could be acting as a girl on the Internet and had no more remedy than actually watch that show to make your history more likely, in any given case, you watch it, (I know you do, I can read your mind, you have a Castlevania SotN file in your memory stick too).

And at the beginning you were like “Mehhh… I hate the song”. But at the end you actually thought “Well, I learned a lesson about friendship I saw when I was 4 years old from another kids show, but I actually liked this cartoon”.

Then you started to spend your free time watching less porn and more ponies in your P.C. (because we all know Princess Celestia is better than Mac Apples, and if you didn’t knew, you should realize over that fact just here, right now). So you started to feel a healthy benefit on doing so, plus an exhilarating rise in your daily laughs just from watching small funny memes and well-made parodies about ponies (I would like to include bad parodies over here, but at this point you already did leave, or know where this is going).

Then one night, you stood pretty late watching pony related stuff in your PC, you found out a forum discussion earlier about why older people like the show, it was long and serious, at the point you almost subscribe to that forum to post a picture of distressed twilight sparkle flagging “I did read it all” but the last comment was recent so you didn’t want to kill the mod and went to bed for good.

Next morning you wake up in a jump from hearing how is the door being knocked. It scares the hell out of you cuz you’re not mainly a morning person, probably someone brings a refrigerator for you to repair (or whatever your work was) and you clean first in a flash before open the garage door and let other people see how you live (Oh wait, you were living in the basement, well. You sleep in the garage now. Ok?) Anyway, you hide the shameful mattress where you sleep and open the garage door.

You check up around and in the distance but don’t find anyone outside and curse in your mind to whoever did wake you up early for nothing, sighing you low your head and found out something very shiny and colorful, your first thought is a “How cute!” but then you fight back you sleepy head and give “that” a second sight.

It’s about the size of an average dog, colorful and shiny you think again, now you can add cute to it too, it’s not totally unfamiliar, you already know what it is, you just don’t wanna say it to yourself, you rather go at a psychiatric asylum right now, you watch its little mane floating with an improbable invisible soft air, and u realize it’s not by any mean an optical illusion dawned in the floor, it looks young, very, very young, compared to the one you have seen in the show, its features are the ones of a little filly, you are a grown up and make a quick calculation over having a similar size at the probable same age.

After thinking over the ludicrous of your calculation, you close the door with a grin in your face totally objecting that it’s impossible to yourself. But just after closing you noted certain disappointment in its face, you don’t really care because you never had a pet before or maybe you killed them all (accidentally of course) and that was so traumatic that you mind blocked all these childhood memories, in any case you see that sad face over and over again in your mind for like 3 second that seems to be dilated into a lot more, so you hurriedly open that door again consumed in regret and fear of not find that there again.

The door finally opens and your heart breaks when you look at the left and to the right without spot anything unusual, then you keep inspecting at the distance around but can’t find out that shiny white coat and colorful living mane again, you sigh at your bad luck closing your eyes and letting you head hang low, actually buying that it all was a bad dream, it could’ve been a nice one but you totally blew it up.

Suddenly you remember that you had to look down the last time you found it, so you just open your eyes and that is there, sitting just below you, somehow smiling.

You keep there for a while expecting for it to banish, or someone jumping from over a bush saying it was a joke or something, but suddenly you realize that you don’t have enough friends to play you a joke like this, and specting closely “That” wasn’t some kind of dressed dog either. So u say “what the hell, if it were here to ate me it had done it already”. So you motion it with your hand to come in while you walk inside, and its smile seems to grow somehow bigger now, actually looking like a real smile now.

You dive into the fridge look for some carrots or something that looks like horse food you fail finding anything like that (you’re kinda like a carnivore in this story, it’s not the second chapter yet, but let’s start to infuse some personality into you, ok?).

It seems to watch everything around the place very curiously with an expression pinpointing from confusion to surprise, you end giving it a slice of bread which is eaten in not a very hungrily way, as you keep questioning it, about what it is, and any good question you can make ever there yourself.
(I'm having a Déjà vu rite now, I just wanted to let you know)

It doesn’t seems to speak like in the cartoon, so you give thanks to the TV to show you something useless again.

You lift it to place it in the table and serve it a little more of bread and milk in a jug, you notice how it’s not particularly hot or cold, and how soft it is, like silk, not actually fur of any kind, you can’t feel either the invisible wind moving its mane, it sits and somehow grabs the bread with a hoofs and lifts the jug with both legs, it’s a little scary to watch it using its legs like arms, completely white coat, and its expressive big blue eyes as it keeps looking around and at you in a somehow wondrous way that reflect perfectly your same expression without you to notice. you hold its hoof and notice how its more like a thick white nail, slightly flexible, covering ¾ of its extremity and a small bone in the back of it inside its leg that somehow can grab object. With the mistery solved, maybe the more scary thing is that it’s over your table, for some reason you start to think about some polls you saw at some internet forums, at this point you can sell it on ebay, but doesn’t matter how much money u can get, you found much more batter having it, at least for now. You can make cupcakes with it, which the solely idea disgust you profusely, or you can rape it as many people claim will do if they just wake up with something like this next to them, you for some reason check out quickly for it to be a mare, throwing a quick glance between its legs, since you don’t spot anything suspicious you assume everything is alright, then you realize that you are just assuming and since colt in the show doesn't show anything down there you get out of rape mood immediately and trash the idea (besides something like that could turn into a grim, dark or sad story, and I say you don’t like these stories).

you touch the tip of her horn but it instinctively take your hand off with a free hoof, you try to open its wings too and you found them to be rather weak and thin fathered, it seems to hurt it a little since pull on them provokes an unpleasant expression on its face. Doesn't try to take your hand off more likely for not know you’re the one pulling its wing, or actually having acknowledge of such body parts provoking that feeling, in any case you let that pull itself into place by its own convinced that they will grow stronger with time, you try to hold its colored mane too, but it’s so soft you aren't pretty much convinced of be holding anything if you weren’t seeing it between your fingers, even under your grasp it keeps billowing by its own mysterious way, it smells like flower’s field, a sunny spring day, a grassy field after a light rain, or something nice like that, maybe just to bunny if you ever had smelled a bunny before.

You ask a couple of easy things expecting for it to answer, but it doesn’t seem to understand you, you think it probably speak another language judging by the human gestures it’s capable of, and so you start saying hello in as many languages you know waving your hand, it starts to wave its hoof back to you with a utterly confused expression.

Suddenly it repeats any of your greetings and you fall on you back at the realization it can speak, its voice is like the one of a random filly you could heard in the show and not a younger version of its normal voice within it, you think hastily while lay on the floor.

it open its eyes grinning later to your reaction, and when you see that you can’t actually blame it.
Then you repeat your name (which is not kyle, definitely not kyle, choose some other) touching your chest like expressing you are speak about yourself and hoping it had seen a Tarzan movie.
It suddenly grows sad and its mane start to wave at a slower pace, hangs its head low and sighing deeply, you just found out that it doesn’t seems to know its own name, which is pretty weird for you since you know it already somehow.

And since you realize you can’t keep it calling it “IT” you just say “Celestie” (cuz she still small and seems to be way younger than the one in the show) touching its little like shoulders on it, and she smiles back to you repeating what it now gets as its own name.

Suddenly your mom enter the kitchen while you’re having a happy moment with a mythological improbable being, you shit out your pants thinking in what she will think about you feeding a little pony, but she doesn’t seems to see it, so you keep it cool, wondering if she doesn’t saw it or didn’t care, maybe you’re hallucinating the whole thing, or everyone in the world knew cartoon ponies are real but you, when you look back to Celestie she has a rather suspicious sight in her eyes, as if she just doesn’t like your mom and stays very quiet until you’re alone in the kitchen again, trying not to make any noise, lifting the bread or jug and even almost stopping its affluent mane, just as your mom (or dad, brother or sister, whoever in your family you want, it’s not cannon for the story, it’s a self-insert story, I wanna give readers freedom) goes out the room your new, out of package (figuratively, she probably didn’t fall off from a package in first place) little Celestia starts again to breath out of stealth mode and eat again, she’s a slow eater (insert joke about metal gear 3 here), but surely needed it.

So ok, whatever, you find out she can be invisible for anyone she wants (or everyone except you actually, I just want to skip the scenes showing the experiments with the results I just told you now) and that she’s totally vegetarian (which is not a plot twist in the story, haha, plot, u get it? Plot Twist… nvm v_v; )

To Be Continued....