Ponies for Pet Services

>an alarm wakes me up
>I sit up in my bunk and read the reminder on the screen
> [Breakfast with Elsa Casey at 8, please be prepared]
>I climb out of my bunk and head over to the dormitory bathroom
>The dormitory is largely empty, only ten other ponies slept here last night
>One of them had been adopted and was picked up first thing this morning
>I step into the bath room and head directly into a shower stall
>I adjust the temperature and start to wash my self
>I have been a Pony for less than A week, but I already had most of it down
>I had been a Brony for years
>I was so excited when they announced that someone had come up with a procedure to turn people into pone
>I was even more excited when I found out that I could BE paid to take the procedure
>People wanted pet Ponies, and they were willing to pay people to become them
>I signed up as soon as I could
>now I was a blue Pegasus
>Once I finish getting ready I will meet someone who wants to take me home and take care of me
>I dry off and start to brush my mane
>I check myself in the mirror
>perfect
>I brush my teeth and head to the cafeteria

>I run into Mike, the adoption advisor
>” good morning Blue Spark, I was just coming to check on you. Ms. Casey arrived early, are you ready to meet her?”
>”Yes, I was heading that way”
>”Good, I think you two will really hit it off.”
>”I hope so” I smile “how do I look?”
>”adorable, I’ll be a table over if you need me”
>we walk into the cafeteria, Mike points me to a woman sitting by the window
>she was in her mid-thirties, with shoulder length red hair
>she wore a blue green shirt, blue jeans, and a warm smile
>I sat down across from her
>”Good morning Ms. Carey” I said extending a hoof

>”good morning Lightning Spark, how are you doing today” she shakes my hoof
>”I’m doing well, how about you?” I reach for a muffin
>”I’m fine. If I may ask, what made you want to be a pony?” she inquires with a sip of her tea
>”I’ve always wanted to be a pony, not much else to it” I shrug and take a bite of my muffin
>”so how are you with children?” she askes
>”I work well with children, I have taught high school math for a year. How many children do you have?”
>”I have two of my own, and I also teach a class of twenty”
>”What grade do you teach?”
>”First grade at Benjamin Elementary”
>”What can you tell me about your kids?”
>”Oh, my oldest is Andrew, he’s twelve. It was his idea that I look into adopting a pony. Once Lucy, my seven-year-old, heard about it I didn’t have much of a choice”
>I nod and chew my muffin
>She pulls out her phone and shows me her back drop
>”there’s my family”
>It has her, Andrew and Lucy
>Andrew has a bat, and Lucy is holding a base ball
>”They look nice. So, what about your husband?”
>”I left him shortly after Lucy was born, he wasn’t a good influence on them”
>”I’m sorry to hear that, they seem like good kids”
>she smiles at me ”I’m glad to hear that, I would like you to meet them”
>”I’d be happy to” I grin at her
>Mike walks over
>”Ms. Casey, if you’d like I could arrange for blue to go home with you after Breakfast”
>I smile ”I would be ok with that”
>”I would like that, but there is something I would like you to know first Blue”
>”what is it?”
>”I’d like to make you my class pet. you would come home with me but I would like you spend the day in my class”
>”that sounds great” I grin enthusiastically
>”I’ll go get the papers” Mike says as he walks away

>after Elsa fills out the release forms Mike shows us out
>”All right, if you two decide that you like this arrangement, just be back here by six and we can finalize the adoption today. If not just get him back in time for the eight o’clock curfew.”
>”understand, thank you Mike”
>we head out to Elsa’s car
>”so, does Andrew have any hobbies?”
>”He plays video games and baseball with his friends, he’s also a Brony”
>”and what about Lucy?”
>”she likes to draw, she’s starting to get pretty good at it”
>we continue making light conversation until we get to Elsa’s house
>it’s a nice little home in the suburbs, going by the architecture It appears to have been built in the fifties
>Elsa pulls the car into the garage
>I fallow her in though a utility room
>”Lucy! Andrew! I have someone I’d like you to meet!” she shouts
>A young girl with red curly hair bursts out of the hall way
>”You got a pony!”
>She runs up and gives her mom a hug
>”what’s his name?”
>”this is Blue Spark, he wanted to meet you.”
>”can I hug him?”
>I answer before Elsa can repeat the question “yes”
>”He can talk!” as she throws her arms around me
>did she not know ponies can talk?
>Andrew came in
>”we’re actually getting a pony?” he hugs Elsa “thanks mom”
>He turns to me ”so what’s your name?”
>”I’m Blue Spark, pleasure to meet you”
>I offer him my hoof
>He shakes with me
>”can I pet you” he asks
>”sure” I incline my head slightly to give him a better angle
>He runs his hand down the back of my head
>”your so soft”
>”Blue is super soft” Lucy agrees
>after a moment Elsa speaks “why don’t you two show Blue around the house?”
>Andrew nods “sure mom, follow me Blue”
>He turns and heads into the dining room