//------------------------------// // Welcome to School: 13 // Story: Streaming, Unintended! // by Ponyess //------------------------------// . A stack of new dolls are resting on a small table. We had lined them all up, in the order in which we intend to introduce them into the village, of course. Each standing up. Naturally, everything had already been set up and ready; both the mayor’s office and the school building are standing in the village. I can see the two buildings on the right side of Starlight Glimmers home, which is what we had dubbed the official side. Rarity’s boutique would be on the left side, for form’s sake; because it is the business district in our new recreation of Ponyville. The rig is up, ready to transform the next mouse into the pony known as Cheerilee. Once she is entering the village; Derpy Whooves would be next, followed by what is known as her daughter Dinky Whooves. The third and final pony selected for the first group, had been selected to be Dinky Whooves; for the obvious reason of being the daughter of the mail mare, Derpy Whooves. This will make the two the first family established in town. ”This box is painted in my colours, and it even has my mark on the front!” Cheerilee exclaims, as her gaze falls on the box waiting for her. ”That is because the mailbox is yours, Cheerilee!” Pinkie prompts. Then the pink mailbox is before your house, Pinkie” Cheerilee inquires, in the hopes of establishing some level of understanding. The first of the mice is put into place, lining up for the transformation. We had chosen a female mouse, just in case; never to contradict more than we had to, in the process. For the same reason, no mouse had been transformed into a second pony. Neither had we transformed any of the mice into a pony already in town. We are simply not ready for these complications, predicted to come from any of these things. Why chance the complications, if it is by any chance avoidable in the first place. Maybe we could, or should be investigating these in a later trial; if for no other reason, than to answer the questions implied and to help people with the experience connected to the situation. If this does work, maybe it could become the solution to the transgender issue? Just that I have no knowledge or experience of what this would entail. I fear this could be controversial enough without my input. Once the mouse is in place, the polished doll is installed; the next moment, the doll catches eye and the transformation is taking place. A minute later; Cheerilee is ready to enter the village of Ponyville. My assistant picks her up, placing her on the platform; the first door opens and she is stepping through the gate, only for the gate to close behind her. As the first door is closed, the next opens; Cheerilee steps through and the door closes behind her. With that, she had entered the village of Ponyville. Her new home. Pinkie Pie stands before her, ready to greet her and guide her to her home. ”Hiya, Cheerilee!” Pinkie Pie exclaims; ”Welcome to Ponyville!” she continues. ”Hi, Pinkie Pie!” she responds; ”Thank you!” she continues. The door once more open, and the next pony is entering the village; Pinkie Pie instantly recognizes Derpy Whooves, as the next pony to enter the village. ”Hiya, Derpy!” she exclaims; ”Welcome to Ponyville!” she continues. ”Hello, Pinkie!” she responds, as she is trotting up to Pinkie Pie and Cheerilee. Just a moment after Derpy Whooves had stopped before Pinkie Pie; the door once more opens and Dinky Whooves is spilling out, into the village. ”Hiya, Dinky!” Pinkie Pie exclaims; ”Welcome to Ponyville!” she continues. ”Hello, Pinkie Pie!” Dinky responds, now grinning. ”Hello, Pinkie!” Derpy exclaims. ”Hello, Derpy!” Dinky responds, jubilantly; as she is recognizing her mother, in the small crowd. ”If you two not mind; I will guide you back to town, and show you were you will all live!” Pinkie Pie offers. ”Thank you Pinkie!” Cheerilee exclaims. ”Thank you, Pinkie!” Derpy and Dinky Whooves responds. ”Right this way, please!” Pinkie offers; ”I’m sure, you will be enjoying your new homes!” she continues, as the three ponies are following her into town. ”Mr. and Ms. Whooves” Dinky read on a mailbox, as they continue into town. ”That does look, as if it is where we should be living!” Derpy puts forth. ”Congratulations, you are the first complete family in Ponyville!” Pinkie Pie exclaims. ”Thank you, Pinkie!” Derpy responds, smiling back at her friend. ”You are quite welcome, Derpy!” Pinkie points out. With that, Derpy and Dinky slowly trots towards their new home. Based on the names on the mailbox, Derpy assumes she is expected. She does knock on the door nonetheless, before she is opening the door and steps right in. Behind the door, she is stepping into a small cloaking room. There is a shoe-rack, and a cloak-hanger; but beyond that, it is fairly spartan. As a Pony, there is little to no need for clothes, and as of yet little to no means to acquire them. Both the floor and the walls are made out of wood, while the ceiling had been painted a bland white. Then there is a small lamp, hanging from the ceiling. ”Welcome home, Dinky!” Derpy exclaims, as her daughter is stepping in, closing the door behind herself. While Derpy and Dinky are exploring their new home, already warmed up by the good doctor; Pinkie Pie is leading Cheerilee to the home of Starlight Glimmer, where the deep purple mailbox with her name on it is waiting for her. Curiously enough, her mark is adorning the mailbox built out of wood. Most everything in town had been constructed out of wood. After scanning the room, Derpy trots over to the door leading over to the living-room with Dinky in tow. Just as she reaches the door, it goes up, missing her muzzle with mere inches. At this point, Pinkie Pie and Cheerilee are reaching the fence of Starlight Glimmers garden. Cheerilee follows Pinkie in to where her deep purple mailbox lie on the path; waiting for her to pick it up. ”This box is painted in my colours, and it even has my mark on the front!” Cheerilee exclaims, as her gaze falls on the box waiting for her. ”That is because the mailbox is yours, Cheerilee!” Pinkie prompts. ”Then the pink mailbox is before your house, Pinkie” Cheerilee inquires, in the hopes of establishing some level of understanding. ”That is, why it was painted pink, just as Rarity’s mailbox was painted white!” Pinkie responds, giggling. ”So, if I were to move; I take the mailbox with me, to my new address?” Cheerilee inquires. ”We could have had white boxes, considering our mail mare Derpy an read; but it is much more funnier this way, don’t you think?” Pinkie prompts, just as she is reaching the property where Cheerilee lives. ”Oh, of course; that makes sense, I guess!” she responds, as she stops to put her mailbox onto the fence by the entrance. ”While it may be empty, but you even get a garden!” Pinkie points out. ”Yes; I do have my own garden, now!” Cheerilee responds, grinning. ”I will be tending to the new arrivals now; but if you need help with anything, don’t hesitate to ask!” Pinkie responds; as she is bouncing along the road, towards the edge of town. ”Cheerilee’s Garden!” Pinkie is mumbling to herself, giggling hysterically at the notion. Just before Pinkie is finally reaching the edge of town, the door opens up and the next pony spills out into town. ”Hiya, Apple Bloom; welcome to Ponyville!” Pinkie exclaims. ”Hello, Pinkie Pie!” Apple Bloom responds, grinning at her old friend. The door opens, once more; just a moment later, and Sweetie Belle spills out into town. She is trotting towards her friends in a measured gait, in her effort of getting to the old friends. ”Hiya, Sweetie Belle; and welcome to Ponyville!” Pinkie exclaims. ”Hello, Sweetie Belle!” Apple Bloom echoes. ”Hello, Pinkie Pie and Apple Bloom!” Sweetie Belle responds, as she is closing in the distance to her friends. The next moment, the door once more open and Scootaloo spills out into town; slowly trotting up towards the friends, waiting for her. ”Hiya, Scootaloo; and welcome to Ponyville!” Pinkie Pie exclaims, as she is grinning from ear to ear. ”Hello, Scootaloo!” Apple Bloom and sweetie Belle echoes, just an instant later. ”Hello, Pinkie Pie, Apple Bloom and sweetie Belle!” Scootaloo responds. With the last of the fillies had arrived, Pinkie takes to gather the group of Cutie Mark Crusaders for the trip home to their respective siblings. Or, honorary sibling in Scootaloo’s case; since she is not directly related to Rainbow Dash, technically speaking. ”Time to head home Crusaders!” Pinkie Pie declares, still grinning. ”Is Applejack waiting for me?” Apple Bloom inquires. ”And Rarity?” Sweetie Belle fills in. ”And Rainbow Dash?” Scootaloo adds, hopefully. ”Yes, they sure are; I am quite certain, they will be delighted to see you!” Pinkie Points out. ”Since we are all here, would you mind showing us where we live?” Scootaloo inquires, hopefully. ”Yes, yes, yes; that would be great!” Sweetie Belle exclaims, bouncing in excitement. ”By all means; just follow me, crusaders! I will guide you to where you live!” Pinkie responds, with a wide and yet widening grin. With that, Pinkie is turning towards the road towards Starlight Glimmer’s home, bouncing on her merry way; fully intent, on showing where the fillies live. While Pinkie Pie is being Pinkie Pie; the not quite so little fillies are making a brave effort, in keeping up with the bouncy mare that chose to be their guide. Thankfully, the distance is not all that great; and Pinkie does not just rush off. The road is still fairly short, on the account that the habitat could not make room for more. As Pinkie is reaching Rainbow Dash’s home, she is pointing a hoof at the obvious sign of the cyan mailbox with the rainbow mark. ”There, this is your home; make sure to recognize the position, and the mailbox belonging to your Idol and honorary sister Rainbow Dash!” Pinkie exclaim. ”Oh, thank you, Pinkie Pie!” Scootaloo exclaims, as she is rushing up to Pinkie in order to give her a tight and loving hug. ”My first hug!” Pinkie Ponders, while Scootaloo is still embracing her tightly. A few minutes later; Scootaloo lets go, as she is turning towards the home she had been promised. ”Thank you Pinkie Pie!” Scootaloo exclaims; ”I will see you soon, Crusaders!” she continues; ”Oh, and you too, Pinkie!” she concludes as she bounced up onto the path up to the door of her home. Midway up to the door, the door swings up; behind the door stands Rainbow dash, waiting for the long awaited family. ”Hi, Scoots!” she exclaims; ”Welcome home!” she continues, as Scootaloo continues to bounce towards the door. Rainbow steps aside, just so Scootaloo can enter the house; then she is closing the door, and the two are out of sight. ”Two friends, united as a family!” Pinkie Pie ponders, as she is turning to the two remaining fillies by her side. ”C’mon, Crusaders; time for you to go home too!” Pinkie points out. The two fillies form up behind the party pony, generally known as Pinkie Pie. Pinkie is bouncing along the street, up to the house where Rarity is already waiting; the door open and she is waving her hoof. ”Hi, Rarity!” Sweetie Belle exclaims. ”Greetings, Sweetie Belle; welcome home!” she continues. Sweetie Belle trots up to the path up to her home, then along the path to the house where her mother Rarity lives. Rarity patiently waits, eagerly awaiting the conclusion of their reunification. Rarity steps aside and Sweetie Belle steps in with Rarity in tow; then Rarity is closing the door, as she is leading Sweetie Belle into their home. ”That, was the last house?” Apple Bloom inquires. ”Yes, I believe it is..” Pinkie responds; ”but you are not the last foal on my list!” she continues; ”I guess you could just as well follow me back, to the Sweet Apple Acres; Applejack is waiting for you, when you get home!” she concludes. With that, pinkie Pie starts to bounce back along the street; towards the gate, at the edge of the habitat. A forced march ensues, as Apple Bloom does her best to follow Pinkie Pie along the road. Pinkie Pie is giggling all the while, as she continues to bounce along the road obliviously. ”There!” Pinkie exclaims, a few minutes later; pointing a hoof towards the orange mailbox with three delicious looking apples on it. Apple Bloom tries to quicken the pace, but she is already galloping as fast as she can; just to keep pace with Pinkie Pie, who continues unhindered. The door is open, and Applejack is waiting; just as Pinkie Pie had promised, so apple Bloom turns in on the path to greet her older sister. Apple Bloom is forced to slow down, just to make the curve; before she can trot on the path towards the door, where her big sister is waiting. Pinkie Pie is happy, leaving the responsibility over to Applejack; so that she can continue, on her mission to greet the next set of foals. Of course, the door soon slides up, before her; just as she had stopped short, a mere few feet from the door. In the process, she had managed not to bump into the new arrival. ”Hiya, Fiddlesticks!” Pinkie Pie exclaims, pointing a hoof at the house where Applejack is still standing just outside the door; ”Welcome to Ponyville!” she continues. ”Hi, Pinkie!” Fiddlesticks responds; ”and thank you!” she continues. ”Since you are an Apple, you can just as well just step right in; Applejack lives in that house, right there!” Pinkie explains, once more pointing a hoof in the general direction. ”Thank you, Pinkie!” she responds, as she starts to trot off towards the house with Applejack and Apple Bloom still waiting. At this point, the door once more slides up, as Pinkie Pie is watching; spilling the next pony, or filly into the habitat. One tiny little colt, trotting over the road towards me. ”Hiya, Pip Squeak!” Pinkie exclaim; ”and welcome to Pony Ville!” Pinkie continue. ”Hi, Pinkie!” he responds, as he is beaming with joy, clearly recognizing the pink Party pony before him. ”I imagine; you will enjoy to see some of your old friends at school, tomorrow!” Pinkie points out. ”If you refer to the Crusaders; then yes, I sure will enjoy seeing them in class!” he offers. ”Of course, the Crusaders will be there!” Pinkie Points out; ”But I hope you don’t mind greeting the last of the group of new arrivals with me!” Pinkie suggests. The next moment; the door slides up, and a filly spills out into the habitat: Zipporwhill. ”Hiya, Zipporwhiil!” Pinkie exclaims; ”and welcome to Ponyville!” she continues. ”Hi, Pinkie and Pip!” she responds, grinning. A moment later, the door slides up and the next colt enters the habitat: Tender Taps. he slowly trots up onto the road, and the door slides shut behind him. ”Hiya, Tender Taps!” Pinkie exclaims. ”Hiya, Pinkie..” he responds; Pip Squeak and Zipporwhill!” he then adds. ”Hi, Tender Taps!” Pip Squeak and Zipporwhill echoes. A moment later, the door once more open, spilling the final colt onto the road: Twist. ”Hiya, Twist!” Pinkie Pie exclaims. ”Hi, Pinkie..” Twist exclaims; ”Pip, Zipporwhill and Tender Taps!” he then adds. ”Hi, Twist!” Pip, Tender and Zipporwhill echoes. ”Since everyone is here, it is time I show you where you will life!” Pinkie points out, pointing a hoof towards town. ”Not an orphanage, I hope!” Pip points out. ”Most certainly not!” Pinkie points out; ”How would that look?” she then demands, in an offended tone. ”Right this way, and I will be showing you, to your respective homes!” Pinkie offers, in a liter tone as she is back to her usual chirps. The foals quietly try to trot in step with Pinkie, as she exuberantly bounces along the road. ”Apple Bloom and Fiddlesticks are living with Applejack; because they are apples and Apple Bloom is her sister!” Pinkie points out, starting an explanation. ”Dinky Whooves is living with Dr. Whooves and Derpy Whooves!” Pinkie point out. ”Dinky?” Twist exclaims; ”I believe I recall her from class; she used to be so nice!” he continues. ”I believe you will see her in class tomorrow!” Pinkie responds, with a wide grin. ”Scootaloo lives with Rainbow Dash; which is where you will live too, Zipporwhill!” Pinkie point out, pointing a hoof towards the building with the rainbow mailbox with a zapped cloud on it. ”I am going to live with Rainbow Dash?” Zipporwhill inquires. ”Yeppers. deppers!” Pinkie points out, directing the foal towards the new home. The door opens, and Dash is by the door greeting the new foal home. How she knew, only Pinkie Pie may know; but she does not tell. ”Tender Taps, you live with Rarity and Sweetie Belle!” Pinkie now points out, pointing a hoof at the home of Rarity’s. ”Yay!” Tender Taps exclaims, rushing off to the new and promising home. Who would not want to live under the roof of a mare like Rarity? ”I hope you will enjoy living with Twilight Sparkle!” Pinkie offers Pip Squeak. ”Twilight is nice, I am sure to enjoy living with her!” Pip Squeak responds, as he is setting off towards her home. ”I guess that leaves us with you, Twist; you will be living with me, since you enjoy sweets so much!” Pinkie exclaims. ”Then we can bake muffins, and make candy-canes together?” Twist inquires, as he is following Pinkie Pie into her home. ”Yeah, I know; sweet, isn’t it?” she offers. ”Of course, I only have so many homes into which I can place the foals; Rarity, Twilight, Rainbow, Derpy, Cheerilee, Applejack and Fluttershy!” she ponders. ”Right this way!” Pinkie exclaims, as she is ushering her new foal into her home. --- --- ---