Well, who in god's name put a pony here?
"uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhn." I groaned. I just hate waking up on a saturday morning, don't you? I looked at the alarm clock and saw that the time was 8:34. Am I the only person whose body clock makes him wake up at this time? Anyways, I decided to just lay there for a little while. I decided that 8:59 was a good enough time to get up, so I did. I usually look down before I get out of bed, because my room is usually so messy, and this day, of all days, I saw something that made me the most confused person in the world. A small bed was next to mine, and on it was a girl, who was completely naked.
She had purple hair with one large pink highlight running down the center of her bangs. She was light skinned, but also with a slightly oriental feeling about her. Her eyelashes seemed slightly larger than normal for her age. Her age, itself appeared to be around mine, 13. "H-hello?" I asked, unsure of what to think. Instantly, her eyes shot open, and I saw them for what they were. They were a deep purple, and they seemed to reflect a deep sense of knowledge and wisdom well beyond her years. She let out a small, surprised gasp, and looked down at herself and screamed. Not knowing what to do, I also started to scream bloody murder and ducked back behind the covers.
After a few minutes, we both decided to look over at each other again. "H-hello?" I asked, not at all certain at what is going on. "Hello... what are you... what am I?" She asked, looking up at me from under her bed sheets. "Well, I am Noah. I am a human. I would have expected you to know that. Now tell me who you are, as you are in my house."
She had a look of confusion in her eye, and I soon learned why. "You are a human? I have never heard of you before." She got a very apologetic tone and said "I am so sorry to drop in like this. I don't know how I got here. My name is Twilight Sparkle." As she was talking, her covers slowly slid down her chest as she sat upright, and she had no look of embarrassment on her face, as you would expect. I tossed her a shirt that was laying on my floor, and she looked at it as if I had handed her a 3-piece-suit.
"What is this for?" she asked. I got slightly red in the face as I catalogued her body for later. "Put it on. You shouldn't show your self naked to strangers." She put it on hesitantly, as if not used to putting on shirts. Actually, she looked as if she had never been in her body before. She gave me a look, and it said that she was not wearing pants either. I got out of bed, still in my school uniform, and picked up a pair of pants and underwear and gave it to her. Strange, I didn't think she would fit in them. She was skinnier than me, so I handed her my belt. She put it on, and we moved ourselves to the living room.
"Who are you, exactly?" i asked. The only other audible noise was the ticking of the great grandfather clock. She started to give me the basic plot outline of my Little Pony, and with her hair and her confusion of clothes and her body, I had to accept that as a possible outcome. "So you're telling me that you are a pony that lives in ponyville and you have no idea how you got here?" She nodded her head enthusiastically.
Oh, what a perfect time for my mother to come out of her room. She looked sleepily at my, and then turned to inspect Twilight. she seemed in a daze until that moment, and realising that there is an unknown female in my general proximity, and knowing that those were my clothes, you could tell that she was just as confused as I was at the start, if not a little more. "WHAT THE H*LL IS GOING ON HERE!?"
Writing out what happened next would probably end up with two possible outcomes, Twilight being thrown into an insane asylum, or her being accepted into the house, I will leave it up to you to decide how it got to the point of acceptance. Anyways, long story short, we agreed to adopt Twilight into the household if she agreed to do a bunch of different chores. She readily jumped at the offer, as she had nowhere else to stay, and she began to tell us about her. I clung to every word as my mother, who was more than open to the idea of ponies appearing out of thin air as humans, looked like she had better things to.
My mother left the area and I had the troublesome job of explaining human etiquette to Twilight. Oh, you should have seen her face when she learned of our omnivorous nature. She looked perplexed at why we wear clothes at all times, instead of for special occasions. She had the heartiest laugh when I told her about the internet. She was all around interested in our way of life.
A thought struck me while I was explaining sci-fi/fantasy to Twilight. "Hey, didn't you mention being able to use magic?" She gave me a look as if I had just asked if dwarfs were short and had beards. "Yes, I can." "Well, how about levitating that can over there?" I indicated towards the coke can I use as a decoration on the coffee table. She looked at it intensely, and she pointed her fingers at it. A purple aura surrounded her fingers, and then the can had the same aura around it as well. It started to lift up, and up, and up, and up, until it touched the ceiling, where she it slowly began its descent. I gasped at the display. I looked at her and said "Well, this sure is something. I doubt anyone in this world can do that."
Well, I am getting slightly bored at this part, so I'll just let you imagine the explanation of human history and human attributes from the standpoint of an american to a human that used to be a pony.
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Well, this is chapter one! Sorry if it feels a bit rushed around, but I could not find a way to how to get Twilight to stay where I wanted her without just skipping over parts. Other than that, I hope you have enjoyed this! Hopefully I won't procrastinate uploading parts, but you should expect more later this week, if not tomorrow. Bye! -Sir Robin
