Chapters Why Is There A Pony In My Bed?
Chapter 1 A pony in my bed
Anon, full name anonymous. Is a security guard at a huge grocery store near his apartment. His life is pretty monotonous but its his life. It does get boring quite often but he hasn't done much to change it. Its a good thing that he won't need to do anything for it to change, just how he likes it.
A groan escapes anons throat as he fiddles with his keys. He quickly fishes them out of his pocket and inserts it into his front door. The key slides into the lock smoothly but when he tries to turn it the key won't budge.
"God dammit. Fucking door. Open the fuck up." He grumbled under his breath. "All I want is to grab a fucking beer and have some pizza. Is that really too much to ask?"
With a few more minutes of fiddling with the lock and yanking at the door handle, it opens. The sight that greets him inside is horrendous. Dirty clothes strewn all across the floor of his living room, empty cans of beer completely covered the surface of his small dining table and empty pizza boxes were stacked up on each other.
His apartment consists of three rooms, the living room, bedroom and a singular bathroom. It wasn't much but it was home.
Anon kicked off his shoes and left them near the front door. He then went straight for his kitchen where his eyes locked onto the greatest invention of mankind, the fridge.
A small hint of a smile creeped up on his lips as he opened it, only to nearly instantly fall to a frown as he gazed at the insides of his precious cold friend.
The only thing that stared back at him was a singular half empty ketchup bottle.
"Shit. I knew I forgot something. No fucking beer. Great. Just absolutely peachy." Anon groaned as he shut the door to his fridge.
He pulled out his phone and checked the time. It was near midnight, his late shift today seemed almost unbearably long.
Anon pinched the bridge of his nose in slight frustration. "I should just go to bed."
He left his keys upon the kitchen counter and slowly shambled his way to the bathroom, where he quickly brushed his teeth. The man staring at him in the mirror had short brown hair, brown eyes, a bit of scruff on his chin and small bags under his eyes that told to the whole world how his sleeping schedule looked like.
He ran his fingers through his hair making the already slightly messy hairstyle more of a birds nest.
With a sigh he turned his attention away from the mirror and walked into his bedroom. He didn't even bother taking any of his clothes off, he simply stopped at the foot of his bed and flopped face first into it. His face impacting his pillow. It had just the right amount of softness while also being firm enough to be comfortable.
"I can't wait to repeat the same day again tomorrow." Anon crumbled sarcastically into his pillow.
And there he stayed until his room was filled with the sound of quiet snoring.
His bed was warm, unnaturally warm. It usually didn't feel this relaxing, but whatever was the cause of this just felt too good for him to open his eyes and check. A slightly fuzzy, warm and pleasant smelling thing rested in his arms. He sure didn't remember his pillow being this comfortable to hold.
He pulled it closer to his chest and breathed in deep through his nose. He noticed the scent of flowers hanging in the air, or was it coming off from his pillow? Strange, he didn't remember applying any kind of perfume on his bed, or burning scented candles.
He froze for a moment, his brain trying to come to a conclusion as to why he smelt flowers in his bed. Then he noticed something very weird. The thing he was holding seemed to be heating up, and was it moving slightly?
This made the breath catch in anons throat, what was he holding? Suddenly he really didn't want to open his eyes.
Another movement, was the thing breathing? Did a stray animal somehow brake into his apartment? No that couldn't be. None of his neighbors had any animals and this felt too big to be a flying creature that somehow broke through his second story window.
His heart rate fastened as his brain tried to come to a reasonable conclusion of what he was currently sharing his bed with.
'I have to open my eyes. What if its something normal like a dog? What if its some kind of monster? No that can't be it. It just has to be my pillow that is somehow too warm.' Anons thoughts wrestled in his mind, screaming at him to open his eyes and see what he was holding, yet a part of him was scared to do so.
'Fuck it, here goes nothing. Please don't be a flesh eating monster, or an angry dog.' He slowly opened his eyes, what greeted him was two giant and terrified light blue eyes that stared right at him, a small portion of what seems like pink hair slightly obscured one of the eyes.
"Holy shit!" Anon scrambled away from the creature, clumsily backing away until he accidentally fell off his bed, taking half of the blanket with him.
Anon groaned in pain as he rubbed the back of his head. Somewhere in the middle of the fall he had closed his eyes, now that he opened them again, he could see the head of the once absolutely terrified creature looking at him over the edge of his bed in what seemed concern. Its adorable huge eyes stared into his. The first thing he noticed was that the creature in front of him had a very expressive face, as if it could understand what was going on.
He slowly stood up from his very deadly fall and rubbed his head. As he stood up he noticed that the creature backed away slightly as he rose to his full height.
His gaze then drifted to the pony currently lying in his bed.
Now that he could take a full look at it he couldn't help but think of how cute looking this little thing was. It had a slightly curly pink mane that it used to partially hide it's face, yellow fur covered the whole thing except for the small picture of three butterflies that were located on its thighs and these hugely adorable eyes. His gaze then drifted to one odd thing that he noticed, the wings.
'Wait what the hell is a pegasus out of all the the mythological beings doing in my bed?'
It hid half of its face behind its slightly curly pink mane, one eye shyly looking at him. It didn't look as terrified as before, now it looked to be very shy instead.
"Uhm. Hi?" He waved at the pony. She looked away and hid further in her mane.
He sighed and crossed his arms. "Now, how did you get here?" He asked the question mostly to himself, he certainly didn't expect a response of any kind.
A small squeak emanated from the yellow and pink pony, the squeak almost sounded like words. But that couldn't be it, right?
"What?" He dumbly replied, this in turn was followed with another squeak, but this time it sounded a lot more like it was talking.
Anon squinted his eyes and slightly leaned towards the pony. "Did you just say something?"
This time what followed wasn't just a squeak, but words. Actual spoken words coming from a mythical animal only known in fiction.
"I- I don't know." A whisper escaped her lips, it was a very soothing and kind voice that could calm even the most angry of people.
Anons jaw opened wide as he simply stared at the now evidently known female pony that currently was laying on his mattress, on his bed, on a Friday morning.
"You can talk?!"
Author's Note
Sentences that look like 'this' is anon thinking. "These" are him talking. Just to clarify to anyone who didn't pick up on it.
Why Is There A Pony In My Bed?
Chapter 2 A lost pony in my room
"You can talk?!" After Anon's outburst an awkward silence followed.
To say that the pony reacted well to this was a complete lie. A look of fear crossed her face and she dashed to hide underneath his bed.
"Shit." Anon spoke under his breath. His right hand rose up to rub the back of his head.
"Hey, uh. You can understand me, right?" Anon winced slightly as a terrified and near silent "Yes." came from underneath his bed.
"I'm sorry for raising my voice. It's just-" He paused for a second, taking in a deep breath. "I've never met a talking pony before."
He slowly crouched down and looked underneath his bed. There with some discarded and forgotten papers, sat the terrified pony, shivering as if it was thirty degrees colder.
A sliver of those big blue eyes was seen through her mane, the way she looked at him of made his heart ache.
"Hey, I'm not going to hurt you. Could you come out from underneath my bed and we can talk?" Anon spoke in the softest voice possible, while beckoning her to come out with his arm.
Her face emerged out from behind her mane. A small "Okay." accompanied as she slowly backed out from under the bed and stood up.
When Anon stood back at his full height he realized how tiny she actually was. She only came up to around his waist. It looks like he could easily pick her up.
'She's the perfect size for a cuddle buddy.' Anon slightly recoiled at the thought. 'What? Where the hell did that come from? Also why the fuck am I not freaking out about the literal alien in my room? Have I finally lost all sense of reason? I really hope I am not currently dying on my bed and having a hallucination just before my death. Damn, this would be the weirdest before death experience in the history of every single dead person.' And there his thoughts go, thinking about the weirdest shit while dumbly staring at the perfect cuddling sized pony. Damn dude, say something.
Blinking way his confusing morning thoughts, Anon sat back down on his bed, facing his new impromptu guest.
"Uh... So, what's your name?" Smooth as fucking sandpaper.
The pony sat down on top of his bed, hooves resting underneath her. Anon really wishes that those hooves are clean but he doesn't ask. For all he knows it could be considered rude to ask that. He sure as hell didn't know.
It takes a few seconds before she answers, in this time her face had retreated behind her hair.
A whisper comes out from behind the pink mane. "I'm Fluttershy."
This time it was loud enough that he didn't need to awkwardly ask her to repeat herself. It's always awkward to ask someone that.
"Fluttershy huh?" The pink mane bobs up and down a few times, which he takes as her nodding. "It's a fitting name." Anon gives her a reassuring smile. He isn't sure if she could even see it due to the obscuring hair and all that.
"Names Anonymous, but just Anon is fine." She answers with a single nod.
"Where am I? If you don't mind me asking." Anon could see her eyes gazing all across his room. Damn he really wishes that he had at least some interesting furniture right now. He really should have gone to that IEKA store when he had the chance.
"Well, you're currently in my bedroom, in my apartment in the humble city of New Tavvloire."
For the first time since she appeared in Anons bedroom she looked straight into his eyes. Then she slowly blinked. It's as if she'd never heard of New Tavvloire.
She quickly averted her gaze. "H-How far are we from Canterlot?"
Anon shook his head. "I've never even heard of that place."
She went quiet and stared out of the only window in his room. A few clouds lazily floated in the air.
This let the room fall into an awkward silence, neither party uttering a single word. To be honest the air around Anon's bedroom was starting to become suffocatingly awkward.
"So... Can you fly with those wings?" He didn't think this through, what if asking pegasi about their wings was similar to saying a girl had nice tits. Oh shit, of fuck. He really wished it wasn't anything like that.
His face didn't betray his thoughts as the slightest hint of a smile still lingered on his face, he was trying his best at appearing nice and welcoming.
"Uhm.. Yes, I can fly." Her tone has a bit more volume in it. It was still a whisper but he didn't have to strain his ears to hear her talk.
"Have you ever flown over the clouds?" Of course she has you dumb ass, she can fly.
"Oh yes, many times. I've even lived up there." She replies with a small smile on her lips.
A confused look crosses anons face. "What do you mean lived?"
"I lived up there when I was a filly but I moved over to ponyville a few years ago."
Pony what? "Ponyville? Really?" Seemingly not noticing the slight humor in his voice Fluttershy continued.
"Yeah, do you know about it?" A look of hope flashed in her eyes.
"No, never heard of it." And just like that the hope in her heart was shattered.
"Could I see a map of where we are? If you don't mind showing." She turned her head to face him yet again, those big blue eyes stared straight into his soul.
"Oh, uh yeah. Just let me get my phone." He reached over the bed and picked up his phone from the floor.
"What's a phone?" The ball of adorableness asked.
He held his phone up to her eye level. "You don't know what a phone is?"
"Uhm, no. Is that a bad thing?" She looked down, her hair fell in front of her face.
"Well no, its not a bad thing, just weird. Everyone has a phone these days, its nearly impossible to find someone who doesn't own one." He quickly unlocked his phone and opened his map app. From the corner of his vision he could see two pairs of blue eyes watching him as he tapped away at the aluminosilicate glass.
A slight frown appeared on Anon's face. "I can't find these Ponyville or Canterlot places anywhere." He turned his phone over towards Fluttershy.
As her eyes gazed across the unfamiliar piece of technology, she could read two white words written on a black background. "No results."
She looked at Anon, a questioning look formed on her face. "I don't want to be mean, but are you sure that this thing is a map?"
"A hundred percent sure. Its also a device that does many other things." He pocketed his phone. "Are you sure you're from Ponyville. I've never heard of it and neither has the entire rest of the world."
"What do you mean rest of the world?" Her eyes followed the phone as it disappeared into his pocket.
"How would I say this." He paused for a second, thinking of what words to use. "Humanity has explored every single landmass on Earth and they can store that information on a thing called the internet. I just used the internet to check if there is a place called Ponyville anywhere and it came out negative." Fluttershy's eyes widened in realization.
She quickly dashed to the window and looked outside. Everywhere her eyes could see was an unfamiliar world. Weird boxes moved on black roads, more unfamiliar creatures like the one she was with, walked on sidewalks, multiple lamp like things flashed colors of red, green and yellow. It was all unnatural, different and most of all scary.
Not to mention the dawning realization of the fact that she might be the only pony around.
"Where am I?" Her ears pressed down to hear head.
Author's Note
The best time to write is when you're forgoing sleep.
Why Is There A Pony In My Bed?
Chapter 3 A pony in my head
"Where am I?" The quiet mare's words trembled. Her back was facing anon, he didn't need to see her face to know what she was feeling.
Fear, she shook in fear. Her whole body trembled, as she was stuck watching out of the window. She was terrified, lost and alone. Anon couldn't even imagine what she was going through. Being transported to a entirely different world without having any say in it.
Seeing her being this vulnerable made something inside of Anon click. He had to push past the slight fear of the alien in his bedroom aside so that he could be the thing that she needed right now, comfort.
Anon shifted uncomfortably next to his bed. Something in him told him to give her a hug, but he wasn't sure why he felt that way.
'Fuck it, here goes nothing.'
"Hey, how are you holding up?" The mare's shaking didn't stop but the flick of her left ear made him think she heard him. "Do you need some space? I can leave the room if that's what you want." Her head shook, answering his question. "Would you like a hug?" He really didn't know where this sudden urge came from but he felt like it was the right thing to do.
Then she did something he didn't expect, the reserved yellow mare turned away from the window and practically jumped into his arms. This had the side effect of him falling on his ass. Luckily his bed was in the way so he could catch himself before he fell. Now Anon sat atop his bed, holding the yellow mare in his arms.
His arms wrapped around her like a blanket, as she rested her head against his chest, burying her face deep into him.
She was soft, warm and fluffy. A warm feeling enveloped his chest as he hugged the mare. But this wasn't about him, it was about the still shivering and scared mare in his arms. He rubbed circles in her back softly, eliciting a small shaky hum from her. As time slowly ticked away her shivering lessened. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"I-I don't know where I am. Nothing about this place is familiar to me, and I just want to go home." The yellow pegasus looked into Anon's eyes. He could see that the aquamarine eyes held back tears like a dam holding back a colossal body of water.
Anons mouth curved into a sympathetic smile. "Hey, no need to cry." Anon wiped away a tear that got through a crack in her defences. "How about you tell me what happened just before you got here? We could see if you have any way to get back." Anon had never tried to cheer up a lady before, much less a mare so he was very inexperienced with this situation, but he thought that he was doing good so far.
Fluttershy took a few seconds to collect herself before answering. "I-I was going to visit my friend Twilight at her castle, but when I got there she was busy with some kind of science experiment, then there was a flash of white, and that's all I remember." Another tear rolled down her cheek which was wiped off by Anon.
"This Twilight, is she a scientist?" Fluttershy answered with a nod. "And she might have brought you here by accident?" Another nod. "Then she can probably bring you back to your world. I know that's a very lame answer but I don't think I have any dimensional portals in my apartment."
"Can't anypony else help?" Fluttershy's watery eyes glistened in the sunlight that beamed through Anon's window.
Anon rubbed the back of his head and chuckled awkwardly. "Well, about that. I don't think anyone else here should see you. Sorry."
"Why not? Your kind seem like you have the technology for it, why couldn't you help me?" It looked like Fluttershy had oceans being held back in her eyes. She was on the brink of crying again.
"Whoa whoa. I'm not trying to keep you from your friends, It's just-" As he looked into those tear filled eyes he couldn't help but think if he should hold the truth back a bit. She looked so innocent, it was a thing he really didn't want to shatter with the knowledge of what people might do to her if they found her out. After a few moments of deliberation he sighed. "I'm going to be brutally honest with you. Humans aren't all that-" He paused for a moment, as if he was looking for the right words to say. "-well, they aren't all that nice. Especially towards something they don't understand."
Fluttershy blinked in confusion. "But you're nice, so far at least."
Anon sighed again. "There are a few exceptions, but if you were to walk outside right now, there would be mass panic in the streets. People would try to capture you and then you'd be taken to a lab to be a test subject for the rest of your life, and that's the best case scenario." Fluttershy's expression turned from saddened confusion to that for slight fear. "But if you just stay out of sight then you should be completely fine. We'll wait for your friend to somehow bring you back and everything will go back to normal."
"W-what if somepony finds me?" The yellow mare started visibly shaking in fear, she shook so much that it was almost comical. Anon might have chuckled, only if this wasn't happening right in front of him.
Anon laid a hand on her back in a comforting manner. "No one will. You just stay inside my apartment and you will be perfectly safe. Just don't go near the windows."
"O-ok." She wiped her eyes with a foreleg and gave Anon a small smile. "Thank you. For letting me stay here."
"I'm sure you'd do the same if I were to somehow appear in your house." Anon smiled at her.
Now that the situation was handled Anon realised that Fluttershy was still sitting on his lap. he cleared his throat. "Uhm, Fluttershy. Could you get off my lap now?"
"Oh, sorry." A slight blush covered her cheeks as she got off his lap and sat down on to his bed. Anon wasn't going to question the fact that he could see her blush through fur.
"How about I give you a tour of the place that you'll be staying in for a the foreseeable future?" Anon stood up and spread his arms wide apart. "This is the bedroom, as you can see." He opened the door to his living room that doubled as a kitchen. The place was still full of pizza boxes, empty beer cans and dirty clothes. "This is the living room and kitchen." He winced at all the trash littered around the place. "I would have cleaned if I knew I'd have guests." He walked to his sofa and sat down. "At least I do have a TV and a PC so we shouldn't be too bored." He then pointed towards a closed door opposite to his bedroom. "That's the bathroom." Then his finger turned to the identical door next to the bathroom. "And that's the front door. You probably shouldn't go through there." He then turned back to face his guest. "And that's the tour. So what do you think?"
Fluttershy offered him a polite smile. "It's lovely." Her hoof accidentally kicked a beer can that rolled across the floor and stopped at Anons feet. Seeing Anon's gaze linger on the can, Fluttershy waved it off with a wing. "Oh don't you worry, I've seen Rainbow Dash's room when she first moved out. It was way more dirty than this." She chuckled slightly at the memory, but her smile slowly turned to that of a slight frown.
Anon patted the spot next to him on his sofa. "How about you tell me about your friends? If you're fine with it."
The next hour passed quickly as Fluttershy told Anon all about her friends and their adventures in her world. The tales held Anon in place like some sort of shackle, he couldn't really do much more than listen to his new friend and sometimes laugh at the very absurd things that happened to them.
The story Fluttershy had been telling was cut off by a deep grumble from both of their stomachs. Fluttershy blushed and Anon chuckled.
"I'll order some food." Anon was pulling his phone out of his pocket until he realised something. "Wait, what kinds of food do you eat?"
"Oh, well. I like salads."
"Wait, you're a herbivore right?"
"Uhm, yes. Why do you ask?" Fluttershy cocked her head to the left, like a puppy. Honestly it was absolutely adorable.
'So, she's a herbivore. Would it be bad if I tell her that I eat meat? Would she think that I might eat her if I told her that I enjoy meat?' After a few seconds of deliberation, Anon decided to just be honest with his new house guest. "Is it a problem that I eat meat?"
Fluttershy blinked and answered. "No. I have many friends who are carnivores and omnivores, so I'm used to seeing them eat. I just prefer not to look at them when they do though." She gave Anon a sheepish smile.
"Phew." Anon wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. "I was afraid that you might have thought that I would have eaten you or something silly like that."
"Why would you have thought so?"
"Well, I don't want to blow smoke up my ass but we humans kind of are the dominant predators in our world. So I could kind of see you thinking something like that as a possibility. But we'd never eat something that could actually talk. At least I wouldn't, I'd feel too bad about it."
"Well It's good to know that you won't eat me, I feel safer already." Fluttershy giggled.
The next few hours passed with both Anon and Fluttershy exchanging information about both of their worlds, and some information about themselves. Fluttershy had learnt that Anon was an avid "gamer" and the watcher of cartoon shows. She didn't know what those were but she was happy for him nonetheless, while Anon learned that Fluttershy was an animal lover and that she loved the outdoors. Something that made him kind of sad knowing that she'd have to spend the foreseeable future stuck inside his apartment without any other company than himself. Soon though it was time for him to head to his last night shift of this week. He'd said bye to Fluttershy and to not open the door to anyone before he left.
Now he was stuck inside a small room watching security cameras for the rest of the night. It was quite boring but he didn't really mind it all that much. He usually just listened to music while relaxing and ever so often glancing at the camera feeds. But this night was a bit different, he was waiting for his shift to end so he could check up on Fluttershy. He wasn't sure why but the small butter pegasus hadn't left his mind even once during his shift. Every time he wanted to change his course of thought it would always steer back to the small alien in his apartment.
"Hmm. I wonder if she would let me pet her." Anon couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to give her some ear scratches and head pats.
