Box pony (tentative title)

>Stretching in your chair, you feel your back pop a couple times.
>What a day it's been.
>Now that you're finished with your days work, you get up and head to the kitchen.
>After making yourself a small meal, you sit on your couch so you can eat.
>Right when you're about to take a bite, there comes a knock at your door.
"Always when I'm eating." you groan as you stand up.
>Upon reaching your door, you open it and are greeted by
>...
>Nothing.
>That's weird.
>"Hi Anon!"
>Looking down you see the owner of the voice.
"Oh, hi Sugar Plum. What's up?"
>The violet pony is smiling up at you, bushy blue mane covering her left eye.
>"Well, I was about to make a cake, but I realised that we were out of eggs. Do you have any I could borrow?"
"Sure."
>You both head to the kitchen.
"So, is Heather still sick?" you ask while getting what she needed.
>"Yeah. Poor girl. She's been sick all week. But she's getting better."
"That sucks. How many eggs do you need?"
>"Just two, please. Anyway, she said she's feeling better and should be up on her feet by tomorrow, so I wanted to have this made before she does."
>Pulling the desired amount out, you place them in a small paper bag.
"Well that's sweet of you. I'm sure she'll love it."
>You both start heading back to the door.
"I'm glad to hear that. Give her my best, will you?"
>"I will."
>You hand her the bag and she grabs it in her teeth.
>"Tankfs, Anohn."
>She turns and starts heading to her house across the street.
>She really is a good kid.
>Heading inside, you sit back down and start on your meal.
>As you're eating, your thoughts dwell on Sugar Plum.
>It's been about four years since that bioengineering company figured out how to make real ponies.
>And just like all the other horsefuckers, you were excited beyond measure.
>Unfortunately, you were lacking in funds.
>It's alright though, a year into it, your neighbor received one as a gift from her parents.
>Cutest damn thing you've ever seen.
>Once she was fully grown, she had become the neighborhood favorite.
>Everybody loves the girl.
>Including you.
>She's become like a sister to you.
>She spends just about as much time at your house as she does her own.
>Finished with your meal, you take the plate and drop it off in the sink.
>...
>Dishes can wait until tomorrow.
>You go to your bedroom and start getting ready for bed.
>Stripping down to your boxers, you lay down in bed, hoping sleep will take you fast tonight.
>Your thoughts keep dwelling on the ponies.
>You really wish you could get one.
>Your eyelids start to feel heavy.
>Having a pony would be pretty cool.
>To bad you'll never get one.
>Sleep finally takes you, as visions of Sugar Plum danced in your head.

~~~

>Your front door slowly opens in front of you.
>Doing your best walker impression, you shuffle into the house.
>Never has work taken this much of a toll on you.
>You reach your couch and fall face first onto it.
>A moan escapes your lips as your body finally has a chance to rest.
>You wish Sugar Plum was here.
>Her and Heather would always be willing to help you relax.
>That full body massage they both gave you was the best massage you've ever had.[spoiler] No lewd occurred.[/spoiler]
>Your recollection is interrupted by a knock on your door.
"Ugh... Maybe it's Sugar."
>You force yourself from the couch and head to the door.
>Upon opening it, you're surprised to see not Sugar Plum, but a UPS driver.
"Um, yes?"
>"I have a package for an..."
>He looks at his scanner.
>"Anonymous? Is this a joke?"
"Nope. That's my name."
>He gives you a skeptical look.
>"Okay? Anyway, I need you to sign for it."
>It's then that you notice a large box behind him, still strapped to his dolly.
"That's a big box."
>You're currently digging in your head to try to remember if you ordered anything.
>After signing, he brings the box inside.
>He drops it off and takes his leave.
>And for the next fifteen minutes, you stare at the box.
>The shipping label is made out to you, but you can't read who the shipper is.
>That part got worn out during shipment.
>As you sit there, staring at the box, a knock comes from your door again.
>"Anon?"
>That's Heather.
"It's open!"
>Your door opens and in walks Heather with Sugar Plum right behind her.
>"Plum said she saw a delivery truck outside your house earlier. Watchya get?"
"This" you say as you gesture towards the box.
>Sugar Plum walks up to it and sniffs it.
>"What's in it?" she says after she pulls her head back.
"That's the thing. I don't remember ordering anything big. So I'm not sure if I should open it."
>Sugar looks back towards the box.
>"It seems strange that you'd just get a box out of nowhere."
>She starts poking it with her hoof.
>"Anon." Heather says quietly.
>Neither Sugar Plum or you hear her.
"Don't poke it. We don't know what it is."
>She pulls her hoof away. "Sorry Anon."
>You pinch the bridge of your nose.
>"Anon."
"Yeah Heather?"
>"Open it."
>You look up at Heather and see her looking at the box.
"What?"
>"Open it. I think it'll be safe."
"How can you be sure?"
>She looks towards you and smiles.
>"Trust me."
>You look back at the box.
"... Fine. I'll open it."
>You get up from the couch and kneel next to the box.
>Heather moves to stand behind you and Sugar Plum on your right.
>Grabbing your keys, you slice the tape open.
>Once you open the flaps, you're greeted with...
>A big white box.
>It has a strange sheen to it, like it was just polished minutes ago.
>"Just like I thought." you hear Heather say.
"What is it?"
>Heather moves to your left side.
>"Don't play coy, Anon. When did you order one?"
"Order what?"
>She looks you straight in the eye.
>"You really don't know what this is?"
"No, I don't."
>She looks back at the white box.
>"Oh. We better hurry then. C'mon, let's get this out."
>She goes to grab the box.
>You help her take it out.
>After it's out, you both place it back down.
>You notice a seam going around the top.
>Two small latches hold it closed.
>"Alright, now just open it. Plum and I will be right over here."
>They both walk behind the box, Sugar Plum looking confused between the both of you.
>Slightly worried, you look over at Heather and are calmed a little by her warm smile.
>You reach out and undo both latches.
>The box beeps when you do so.
>Looking at Heather, you see her gesture for you to hurry.
>As you place your hands on the lid, the box makes a small whirring noise.
>It's starting to give off a comforting warmth.
>Starting to pull on the lid, a small hiss escapes as the seal is broken.
>Once the lid is off, you see that the inside has very soft padding.
>You lean forward to look inside and that's when you see it.
>It's a pony.
>A small unicorn filly.
>She has a grey coat and a bluish grey mane and tail.
>A small dark blue streak goes down the right side of her mane and down the middle of her tail.
>As you're looking down at her in awe, she begins to stir.
>After a couple seconds of twitching around, she opens her eyes.
>She looks around the box in confusion at first, then looks up at you.
>That's when she makes eye contact with you.
>You're instantly lost in her emerald eyes.
>After what feels like hours, she starts to stand.
>A little wobbly at first, but she gets her bearings.
>She sits back on her haunches and continues to stare up at you.
>Heather then makes her presence known again by quietly clearing her throat.
>"Try to pick her up. But be gentle. Put your hands in there, but let her be the one to move into them."
>You do as she says, and wait for the filly to move into them.
>She looks at your hands in confusion before moving a little closer to sniff at them.
>After a few seconds, she must get what you intend to do and moves into your hands.
>You pick her up right under her front legs.
>She looks back into your eyes.
>Slowly, you start to stand up.
>"Now cradle her, like you would hold a baby."
>After some repositioning, you have her cradled in you arms.
>She has yet to break eye contact.
>You feel yourself starting to smile.
>After a couple minutes, she starts to look uneasy.
>"She might be hungry. Check to see if she is."
"How?"
>"Put your finger up to her mouth. If she tries to suckle, then she is."
>You look down at the pony in your arms and bring your finger to her mouth.
>She see's you moving closer to her and lunges forward, latching on to your finger.
>You wince in pain at the combined feeling of her teeth biting down and the strong suction she puts on your appendage.
>Looking back at Heather, you see she is digging thru some smaller boxes that were under the white one.
>She comes back up, holding a small tube in her hands.
>"Here, give her this." she says as she pulls a cap off the tip, exposing a nipple used for feeding.
>You have to force your finger out of her mouth, but when you do, she starts to whimper.
>Taking the tube from Heather, you give it to the filly.
>She latches on and starts to feed.
>As she eats, Sugar Plum walks up to you.
>"Oh, she's so beautiful."
>The filly keeps looking right at you as she eats.
>"I think we're going to go for now." Heather says.
>"Aww, do we have too?"
>"Yes. Anon has to have time by himself to imprint on her. We'll come back in another hour."
>She looks at you and the filly and smiles.
>"If you need me before then, don't hesitate to call, okay?"
"Alright."
>"Come on, Sugar Plum."
>Heather walks to your door.
>"See you in a little bit, Anon."
"Bye Sugar Plum."
>They both leave and now you're alone with this filly in your arms.
>A little pony.
>Here with you.
>Looking at you.
"Hi little one. I'm Anon. And this is your new home."
>She cocks her head to the side when you speak to her.
>This brings another smile to your face.
>And why wouldn't you smile?
>You finally have your own little pony.

~~~

>Two hours have passed since you received your pony.
>You and Heather are currently sitting at the dining room table, looking over the paperwork that came with your pony.
>Sugar Plum is playing with the filly, both of them laughing as they play.
"This makes it sound so complicated."
>"It's not, really. I mean, it does seem intimidating at first, but it's actually pretty easy once you get used to it."
>You pick up the tube of the growth accelerant and look it over.
"Did you use this on Sugar?"
>"No. She is a first wave pony, and I had heard that they had had problems with this stuff on them."
>When the ponies first came out, they only had earth ponies.
>Those were the first wave.
>Two years later, the second wave came out.
>They had managed to get pegasi working right.
>They figured out how to make the magic in them work, so they could manipulate weather and stand on clouds.
>That still weirds you out.
>Then a year later, the third wave hit.
>Unicorns.
>Everyone was amazed at the magical abilities they had.
>They really have helped with a lot of things since they've been here.
>Suddenly, you hear a scream come from the living room.
>You look up just in time to see Sugar Plum run down your hallway.
>Chasing her was the filly.
>They both disappear into one of your rooms.
>When Sugar Plum ran past you, you noticed something.
>There is one thing all three waves of ponies have in common.
>Not a single one has a cutie mark.
>That's the one thing they couldn't replicate from the show.
>All the ponies know about the show, and from what you've read online, they don't seem to be bothered by that fact.
>Another scream comes from your hallway before you see the filly running back.
>Sugar in hot pursuit.
>She catches the filly and rolls her on to her back.
>"Gotcha! Now you're mine!"
>She then proceeds to mercilessly attack her stomach with raspberries.
>The filly can do nothing but laugh at the onslaught.
>You chuckle at the ponies before Heather gets your attention.
>"Have you figured out a name yet?"
"No, not yet. I figured I'd give it a while before I named her."
>"Oh alright."
"How'd you come up with Sugar Plum?"
>She looks over at the wrestling ponies.
>"Ever since I was a little girl, I always wanted the stereotypical 'pony' for Christmas."
>She looks back at you.
>"I knew I would always name it Sugar Plum, so when my parents got me her, I instantly named her that."
>Just as you are about to say something, the filly breaks away from Sugar and charges towards you.
>"Aaaaaaaaahhhh!"
>She jumps and lands on your lap before scurrying up onto your head.
>Hoofs do not feel good when they are running up your face.
>Once she is settled, she looks down at Sugar Plum and smiles triumphantly.
>"I see how it is, little one. Running to your human for protection? Such a sign of weakness!"
>Sugar Plum stands on her hind legs, her right hoof pointed to your head.
>"Come down and face me like a real pony! Ah Ha Ha Ha Ha Haa!"
>The filly jumps from your head, tackling an unsuspecting Sugar to the floor.
>She uses this as an opportunity to attack.
>"NONONO! NOT THERE PLEAAAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
>You laugh as Sugar gets beaten at her own game.
>After another hour of playing, Heather decides to head home for the night.
>"Now remember anon, what I said stands. Call if you need me, okay?"
"Yes mother."
>She just rolls her eyes before opening your door.
>"Smartass. Alright Plum, we have to go."
>You look over at Sugar Plum.
>She is currently curled up on your couch, the filly nestled into her chest, fast asleep.
>"Do I have to? Can't I stay here for the night?"
>"That's up to Anon." Heather says while gesturing to you.
"I don't mind."
>Sugar Plum squees in excitement until the filly starts to stir.
>"Oh sorry, sweetie."
>The filly calms back down before scooting closer to Sugar.
>Soon after, Heather heads to her house and you're alone with the ponies.
>You sit and chat with Sugar for a good while until your stomach reminds you to eat dinner.
"Guess it's time for dinner. You hungry, Sugar?"
>"Yes please, if it's not to much trouble."
>You reheat some leftover pizza for the both of you.
>"Oh, Pepperoni! My favorite!"
>While you were warming it up, she shifted on the couch so that she could sit up.
>The filly has rolled onto her back, legs spread eagle as she sleeps.
>A small line of drool running out of her open mouth.
"That's flattering."
>Sugar giggles at the display.
>"She really is adorable."
"Yeah."
>After the pizza is heated, you give Sugar and yourself two slices each.
>"Thanks Anon."
>She digs into her first slice before you even sit down.
>"Mmmmm."
>She happily chews on her slice, eyes closed as she savors the pizza.
"You know, it's not the best pizza in the world."
>She swallows before smiling at you.
>"Yeah, but it's still pizza." she says before taking another bite.
"I'm still surprised that you guys will eat meat. Isn't it weird for you?"
>>She puts her hoof to her chin like she is thinking before swallowing the next bite.
>"Not really. It really depends on which individual pony you ask. I mean, yeah, I like meat, but the next pony could only eat fish, or veggies."
>You take a bite of one of your slices while she talks.
>"Hell, there are some ponies out there that are even bigger carnivores than me. I guess that just comes from the human culture. It's not viewed as a taboo by you guys, so some of us decided it shouldn't be for us, either. Why?"
>You finish your bite before speaking.
"Just curious, is all. I've never asked a pony on the matter, so I thought this was a good opportunity."
>"Oh okay, cool. Hey, can I have some water please?"
"Yeah, sure."
>You get up and get some water for the both of you.
>After that, you both talk for a bit more as you finish up your dinner.
>Once you're done, you decide it's time for bed.
>You get a extra pillow and blanket and set the couch up as a bed for them.
>After saying goodnight, you head to bed yourself.
>Today turned out to be an awesome day.
>Hopefully tomorrow is just as good.

~~~

>Something stirs you from your sleep.
>Opening your eyes, you see that there is a faint light coming in the window.
>Must be pretty early.
>As you start to sit up to see what woke you up, you feel a weight on your stomach.
>Looking down, you see a lump under your blanket.
>It's wiggling.
>Pulling up the blankets, you're greeted by the filly, looking straight into your eyes.
"Um... morning?"
>She let's out a cute little "squee" before running up your front and nuzzling your nose with her muzzle.
>Before you have a chance to react, she jumps off of you and your bed and runs to your doorway.
>She stops and turns towards you, trotting in place.
>Figuring she wants something, you start getting up out of bed.
>As you do, she starts getting more excited, letting out a cute giggle as she does.
>You now sit on the edge of your bed.
>Looking at her, you get an idea.
"You want me to get up?"
>Her giggling speeds up.
"Hmmm... NOPE!"
>You fall back on the bed and start feigning sleep.
>She let's out a surprised gasp before she runs towards you.
>You feel her climb up your bed before jumping up on your chest.
>Opening your eyes, you're greeted by the filly's glare.
"Hi."
>"Aaah!" she yells while stomping one hoof on you.
>She glares down at you again.
"I don't wanna get up."
>You close your eyes again, letting out an over exaggerated snore.
>She growls before stomping her hoof again.
>"Aaah!"
>You start chuckling at her attempts.
>She starts stomping faster, each one accompanied by another yell from her.
>After a couple seconds of this, she stops and looks back down at you.
>"Aaauupp!"
>You open your eyes in surprise and see she has the same expression.
"Did you...?"
>Before you can finish, she smiles at her new found ability.
>"Uuup!"
>She starts jumping on your chest.
>"Up!"
"Ow. Ow. Ow. Stop jumping."
>"Up! Up! Up! Up! Up!"
>You grab her and lift her up off of you.
"Alright, I'll get up."
>You place her on the bed next to you and she takes off towards the door again.
>You get up and follow her out the room.
>Upon arriving in the living room, you see Sugar is fast asleep on the couch.
>Looking for the filly, you see her sitting at the kitchen table.
>She is currently nudging one of her tubes of food.
>Ah, breakfast.
>After clearing some of the stuff from last night, you take the tube from her.
"Do you want to eat from the tube? Or do you want this in a bowl?"
>She cocks her head at you.
>Damn, that's adorable.
>You go to your cupboards and take out a cereal bowl.
"Do you want this from the tube?" you hold the tube up. "Or from a bowl?" you raise the bowl up.
>She looks deep in thought as she looks at them.
>"B... boowl."
"... Okay then."
>You open the tube and pour the applesauce like substance into the bowl, all of it barely fitting in it.
>After handing the bowl to her, you look at the stuff from the box.
>You see the audio CDs for her speech.
>You were so busy last night, you forgot her session with it last night.
>You decide to let her listen to it while she eats.
>After getting it set up and a little fight to get her to wear the headphones, you get started on making Sugar and yourself some breakfast.
>You decide on a simple dish of bacon and eggs.
>A few minutes into cooking, you feel something rub up against your legs.
>Looking down you see Sugar rubbing against your leg like a cat.
"Good morning."
>"Mmmm...'mornin."
>You reach down and scratch her behind the ears.
>"Ooooh... that's the spot."
>She's starts leaning really hard into your hand.
"Did you sleep well?"
>"Yeeeaaah."
>You pull your hand away, almost causing her to fall to the floor.
>"Aww, you stopped."
>She stands on her back legs to see what you're making.
>"Want me to get some plates?"
"If you don't mind, thank you."
>While she does that, you finish cooking.
>As you're turning off the stove, you feel a nudge on your leg.
>You look down and see Sugar pointing at the filly with a smile.
>The filly is sitting there listening to the CD with food all over her muzzle.
>You chuckle at her mess.
"Hey, do those speech CDs actually help teach you how to speak?"
>"Yeah, I don't know how, but from what I remember they help a lot."
>Right as she says that, the filly takes the headphones off.
>"All done!"
"... I guess it does help."
>"Clearly." says Sugar, a surprised expression on her face.
>As you and Sugar eat, the filly goes off to the living room and starts playing in the cryo-box she came in.
>It's actually pretty cute.
>After you finish eating, Sugar decides to head home.
>Which leaves you sitting on the couch, watching the filly play in her box.
>She occasionally pops her head up and looks at you, before diving back in.
>This goes on for about another hour.
>You keep yourself busy by watching the filly and occasionally going on your phone.
>After a while, you notice she has gone silent.
>Getting up, you walk over to the box and look inside.
>Looks like she fell asleep.
>Probably a combination of waking up so early and playing this whole time.
>You decide to let her have her nap.
>After she wakes up, maybe you'll take her out to see the town.