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- >Your key turns the bolt and grants you entry to your hose on the edge of P0nyville.
- >Its not much but its home, and right now its all you need.
- >Works been kicking your ass and the thought of a shower and your bed propels you forward.
- >Shedding your dirty work clothes you step into the shower.
- >Emitting a contented sigh as the torrent of hot water washes away the days weariness, you allow yourself some idle thoughts
- >How and why you ended up in this world of pastel ponies is still a mystery to you and the greatest minds Canterlot had to offer
- >Even the princesses weren't sure how you came to be in their world, though Celestia had added, you certainly knew how to make an entrance.
- >Crashing through the roof of the Canterlot castle ball room during an especially important gala...ball thing...to be precise
- >you did take out Prince Blueblood and the entire dining table in the process
- >Sadly there wasn't anything that could be done...
- >For the table that is, Blueblood was back to his crappy self within a week.
- >You smirk a bit at the thought as you turn off the shower and dry yourself.
- >Finally settling down for the night you toss and turn for a few minutes trying to get comfortable
- >One more thing you like more about P0nyville than back home is how quiet the nights are.
- >No cars, no screaming neighbors, no sketch ass noises coming out of the various alleyways.
- >Just peace and quie....
- *scrtch* *scrtch* *scrtch*
- >One eye shoots open as a sound pulls you from the brink of sleep.
- >You lie still for a few seconds listening intently
- >After a minute of silence you shrug it off and start to drift off again
- *SCRTCH* *SCRTCH* *RRRRIPPPPP*
- >Okay, you defiantly heard something.
- >Sitting bolt upright you swing your legs over the side and flick your bedside light on.
- *scrtch* *scrtch*
- >Whatever the hell that sound is sounds muffled, but still close by.
- >You grab your baseball bat from the corner and stalk towards your bedroom door
- >Silently you tip toe into your living room, bat at the ready.
- >You don't ever recall the ponies talking much about theft or break-ins.
- >And Twilight expressed shock and horror over the tales you told her of the great atrocities of mankind
- >So you doubt the source of the sound is an axe wielding serial murderer but you're not taking any chances.
- >Your living room is clear, as is the kitchen and bathroom. But the sound persists.
- >Infrequent enough to make pinning its location difficult, but its definitely inside your home.
- >What this place lacks in crazy sociopaths it makes up for in wildlife.
- >you really hope you don't have to club one of Fluttershy's racoons to death or something, better that than something larger and meaner.
- "Well if its a dragon or a manticore I'd probably know by now" you grimly joke to yourself as you stalk your moonlit house.
- *ScRTCH* *RIP* *SCRTCH*
- >The sound again, you jerk your head in its direction
- >The hall closets door is just slightly ajar, Whatever is making that noise sounds like its inside.
- >You take a deep breath and hold the bat aloft as you reach a shaky foot out and hook the crack with a toe and swing the door open.
- "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
- >The best battle cry you can muster rings out as moonlight spills into the closet and illuminates the figure within.
- >"Hi!"
- >With the bat still held over your head you freeze in place, well its not a raccoon.
- >Its a small grey pony...kinda?
- >The small figure sitting in your closet amongst a pile of clothes stares up at you with a curious expression on its face.
- >And speaking of its face something about the pony's eyes seems off, gone are the large whites and irises, but rather a completely solid black encompasses the entire eye.
- >It's wearing feathers on its head almost like anntena? Why would it wear feathers? And why does it look like its wearing a fuzzy scarf? AND WHY THE HELL IS IT IN YOUR CLOSET.
- >"Are you okay?" the small weird pony asks, It's large eyes track your movement.
- >Slowly lowering your bat you gently prod the pony-thing with the end of it, the tip disappears into its fuzzy chest.
- >"Hehe, stop that tickles" the pony giggles as it pushes the bat away with a hoof.
- "What are you? And why are you in my closet?" you demand as you finally find your voice.
- >If the pony notices the edge in your voice she doesn't react, and you think its a she, judging by the pitch of her voice.
- >"Well I'm a Pisces, and I like moonlit walks in the forest and chocolate covered fruits. What about you?" she responds matter-of-factually.
- >That was not the response you were expecting.
- "Wait...wha...WHAT?! NO! No no no... WHAT! ARE! YOU?" you ask as you wave your hands in front of your face and up your head to mimic her odd features before pointing back to her.
- >"Oooooohhhh... I'm a moth-pony!" she replies happily as she stands up and trots out of the closet
- >You instinctually take a step away from her as she comes fully into view, true to her word she does seem to look like a moth.
- >What you mistook for feathers and a scarf are indeed antenna and fuzzy chest fur
- >She stretch a bit and flexes her wings, she has wings! And not the wings that your Pegasus friends have but true insect-like moth wings.
- >Regaining some of your composure you rest the tip of your bat on the ground as you lean against it.
- "Look sister, Its way too late for this crap. Now either you tell me why you were hiding in my closet in the middle of the night or I call the guards."
- >The moth-pony's antennas and ears both droop in unison as she realizes you're not as happy to see her as she is to see you.
- >"oh.." she says in a small voice "I didn't realize this nest was taken."
- "Well it is? And I don't take kindly to people breaking into my home and..." your reprimand falls flat as your gaze strays past her and back into your closet.
- >The pile of clothes she had been standing in show signs of rips and tears, including your favorite jacket.
- >You push your way past her and fall to your knees as you slowly lift the jacket up to your eyes
- >The ruins of several other garments are apparent as well as you stare through the hole in the center of your once favored garment.
- "WHAT DID YOU DO?!" you cry.
- >"Dinner?" she says tentatively.
- "YOU ATE MY CLOTHES?!"
- >"Moth-pony" she says in her defense
- >You throw jacket back to closet floor as you stand up and wheel back around to face your tiny home intruder.
- "Well Mrs. Moth-pony, is there anything else you'd like to tell me before I kick your fuzzy butt out of my house?"
- >"Well actually its just Miss and my name's...HEY!" she yelps in surprise as shes abruptly cut off as you grab her around the midsection.
- >"Oh my, I didn't think it would work this fast!" she says
- >You have no idea what she's talking about and you don't care, you're kicking this fuzzy little nuisance out of you house then your going back to bed.
- >As you stomp back to your front door the moth-pony in your arms starts to wiggle.
- >"Hey wait a minute, that's the door outside! I don't wanna go back out! Its coooolllddd!!" she whines as she thrashes about in your arms.
- "Hey stop shaking so much and...and...AAAACCCHOOOOOOO!"
- >Violent sneezes wrack your body as the moth-pony breaks free from your grip and flies back down your hall.
- "HEY! YOU GET *AAACCCHHOOOO* BACK *AAACCCHHOOOO* HERE!" you say as you try your best to give chase between sneezes.
- >Unfortunately you give up as you can't stop sneezing, but finally you fight it down.
- >What the hell, that was worse than the time your buddy dared you to snort pepper.
- >Speaking of pepper your arms are covered in some...dust? Rubbing a bit of it between your fingers you accidentally inhale some and sneeze again.
- *AAHHCHOO*
- >...moth dust... great.
- >As the sneezing finally stops you carefully, so as not to inhale more, brush the rest of the dust off your arms and shirt.
- >Now where did that moth thing go?
- >As if to answer your question you hear soft giggling coming from your bedroom."
- >You've got to get this pest out of here before she eats the rest of your clothes or makes you sneeze yourself to death.
- >Swinging open your bedroom door you get ready for round 2 but stop at the sight in-front of you.
- >Your miniature home invader is sitting on your bed, staring not at you but at your bed side lamp.
- >A goofy smile is spread across her face as she giggles softly every so often, but otherwise is completely still.
- "Alright Missy, I'm done messing around. If you don't leave right now this is going to get messy!"
- >If she heard you she's not showing any indication.
- "Hey! HEY! Don't ignore me!" you yell as you wave your hand in-front of her face.
- >Nothing. Her gaze remains fixed on the soft glow of the light bulb.
- >Finally you reach over and flick the light switch off
- >The moth-pony blinks a few times before giving her head a small shake and turns her gaze back to you.
- >"Hi again!" she chirps
- "Okay, explaining time. Start from the top." you grumble "How did you get in my house?"
- >"That tunnel on the top of your roof!"
- "Chimney? Great! Remind me to close the flu."
- >"Good idea, I don't want to get sick."
- Pinching the bridge of your nose you continue, "Why were you hiding in my closet? And why did you eat my clothes?"
- >"I was looking for a new nest and yours seemed nice and there was lots of food in that one small one, it seemed so nice that I wanted to make it my new home."
- >"But I didn't realize it was already yours but that's okay, it seems like you have a lot clothes to share and you also have this pretty light, which is really neat and.."
- >Honestly she might be able to give Pinkie a run for her money, you hold up a hand to silence her.
- "Stop, just.. stop one second. So you snuck into my home, ate my clothes and decided to squat here?"
- >"Uh huh!" she happily shakes her head in confirmation.
- "Yeah that's not happening, this is my place, I like living alone, and I don't need a roommate especially not one that's going to eat my socks. You need to go back home NOW!"
- >"But...but I thought this was going so well...and I don't have a home to go back to... and..*squeak*" eventually her voice breaks into the saddest squeaking noises you've ever heard.
- >Tears well up in the moth-pony's eyes as buries her head in her fore-hoofs, her antenna shudder along with the sobs that shake her body.
- >Well...crap. You weren't ready for this. Yeah you're pissed that she snuck into your home and ate your jacket but... goddammit you're going to regret this.
- "Look, I'm sorry I yelled okay? I'm just kinda surprised to find someone hiding in my closet in the middle of the night..."
- >Her sobs lessen but she doesn't pull her head up from her fore legs.
- "...and I guess that you can't stay here" She quickly snaps her head up with a happy gasp, "just for tonight, you can figure out something tomorrow."
- >Her ears droop a bit at your ultimatum but at least she stopped crying.
- >"O..okay." she says with a small sniff
- >"So does that mean I get to sleep in the bed too?" she asks hopefully?
- You give her a blank stare for a few moments before replying flatly "No."
- "But you can have the couch, just please don't eat anything else without asking me first?" you plead.
- >"Okay, I guess the couch is fine. By the way, my names Gray Scale. Whats yours?" she asks looking up at you.
- "Anonymous. Now if we can wrap this up I really would like to get back to bed." you say as you usher the little grey mothmare off your bed and out of your bedroom.
- >"Thanks again for letting me stay here Anonymous, and I'll make it up to you I promise!"
- "Uh huh" you say as you stifle a yawn and close your door.
- >Literally dropping back into bed, you have little time to ponder your current predicament before sleep overtakes you.
- >Meanwhile the grey moth pony snuggled up on your couch does some pondering of her own.
- >"Well he's a little gruff but he seems nice, and he let me stay the night! Thats a good sign? Right?" She asks herself
- >"Tonight seem'd to get his attention but didn't seal the deal...maybe I need to just release more" she murmurs to herself as she gets comfortable.
- >The small smile and blush on her cheeks are barely visible in the moonlight as she too drifts off to sleep.
- I have more planned that I'll work on tomorrow/later today
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