//------------------------------// // Metropolitan // Story: Similar and Different: My Days as Ditzy // by house932 //------------------------------//         As I flew towards campus, a thought occured: I hadn’t checked my phone. I landed us on the top of a building downtown in order to do so, and checked on said phone. There was a message from ten minutes ago, from Samantha! It said ‘Meet you at the UC Bookstore. Is there something you wanted to tell me?’ Seeing this, I put the phone into a handy coat pocket (I love that coat) and we took off.         A little later, on UC campus, we entered the building with the bookstore and immediately saw a familiar head of brown hair. Samantha wasn’t in the actual bookstore, but was easily in view of both entrances. Naturally, I flew over and hugged her.         “Hey Chris, why did you become a pony?” I joined Ditzy in confusion, and started to open my mouth when Sam continued in mock disapproval. “I was just getting used to you being taller than me, and you go and turn into a pony!”         Has she always done this?         Yes, yes she has. Whatever happened to the memory-sifting?         Meh, I just didn’t care to this time. She seemed a bit uneasy on the matter.         “I didn’t choose this.” I pointed out the obvious. “Blame Discord. That’s my view on it.” I moved to her lap, almost catlike, and she decided to see if wings were really as personal as they say. They are.         “Oi! No touching!” Ditzy reacted as she saw fit. Unfortunately, going under the bench was what was seen as fit.         “...What was that all about?” My cousin looked to my unwilling hiding place. I forced us to look back. “I guess they are that personal...”         She meant no harm by it, Ditzy. You can take us out now. She whimpered with the communal mouth.         Okay, okay... She exited our cover, and we found ourselves hugged. Naturally, I hugged back. Samantha is my cousin, after all. During this hug, our body tiredly yawned.         “I bet you’re tired. What say we go to my dorm?” I simply nodded tiredly; apparently Ditzy suddenly wanted sleep.         What say you to sleep?         Yeah, sleep sounds good. We only got one nap today.         And how many is normal?         Depends. Generally a few.         Depends on...what exactly? She ignored the question completely, instead preferring to snuggle up to Samantha. I can only imagine her reaction, but her heart rate seemed to jump.         I bet she never thought she would experience pegasus cuddles... ***       After the weirdest dream I remember ever having, (Dancing potatoes singing Further (Don’t ask.)) Ditzy and I met again in the deep train-station-turned-museum in my mind.         “So, welcome to Earth.” I was mentally grinning, ‘cause I’ve always wanted to do that. “How was your first day this side?” This earned me a glare.         “Some idiot almost killed me. You should remember it; you were there.” Her glare lightens a bit. “Otherwise, it’s been mostly fine. Food’s good, and the people I’ve met seem fine.”         “Dare I ask why you say ‘the people I’ve met?’” This did not bode well.         “I found your history.” Oh. As the only remedy for suddenly learning the history of the human race is hugs, I made absolutely sure she got as many as she needs. ***         After an indeterminate time explaining human history, and that there is good to balance the bad, as well as some hugs to ease the whole thing, we were awoken by being shaken. Looking out the window, it was... late morning or so.         “My leg is not for eating!” Turns out that the pillow-eating isn’t a one-time thing, or limited, so long as it is used to put one’s head on. Unfortunately, in this case, my cousin’s leg is the chosen thing to nom on. The reaction from me was quick and decisive in getting my mouth away from Samantha’s leg and letting out a somewhat dismayed chuckle.         “I blame Ditzy for that.” After getting screamed at by my inner pony, I explained. “I didn’t eat pillows in my sleep before somepony came along.” She appeared to think I was joking. I must say I don’t blame her.         I didn’t either! Huh.         “Apparently, she didn’t either. Well, where it makes sense to, blame Discord!” I grinned at my paradoxical statement as I hopped down to use Santorini. I strapped a pencil onto our hoof, connected to the wifi, signed up a Facebook account, and checked my sister’s Youtube video for more comments.         As long as I’m in this body, she’s my sister too.         Fair enough. I get your mother, though! Giggles ensued from her side of the mind.         Hey! You share my mother! The giggles proved themselves contagious.         “You okay down there?” Apparently, said laughter can break mental quarantine and be unleashed into the world. In other words, Ditzy and I were laughing on the floor for no apparent reason, like a silly filly.         Who says we aren’t?         “Yeah, just fine. Ditzy and I just argued hilariously.” Seeing her confused look, I decided to explain. “You see-”         “Hi. I’m Ditzy Doo. Your cousin woke up yesterday inside of me, and I can’t kick him out. Admittedly, I wouldn’t if I could.” She held her hoof out to shake. “Nice to meet you.” Presented with the hoof of the pony/cousin that had just tried to eat her leg, she did the only logical thing.         One crushing hug and one apology later, I was searching the comments of Derpy’s video for other ponies. One caught my eye. It read ‘Hey, my name is Shane and I know how you feel, I just woke up as The Master from Doctor Who, but as a pony, I’d love to meet up with you to go to New York, just let me know if there’s anyway I can do to help you, remember, there is always safety in numbers.’         Oh god, him... But he’d be a good friend to have... Thoughts, Ditzy?         Sure. I see no reason why not. Probably placing a little too much trust in this Shane person, I replied with ‘Could I (Ditzy) get a ride there too? I live in Ohio, but can go a ways. The more, the merrier!’ That should be good enough.         “Well, I’ve gotta go to class. See you when next we meet!” She ruffled our mane affectionately, earning a giggle for her trouble. As she left, I started looking for more news to no success. After a short time listening to an old favorite of mine, which Ditzy did not seem to mind, the stomach rumbled. You hungry too?         ...Yeah, of course I am. We share a stomach.         Moving on... do you know any good food around here? As it turns out, my mom went to college at UC, and so I know a very good Greek place.         Just let me get there. I packed up Santorini, left a note saying that I was off to meet up with another pony far to the south (Taking care to omit that said pony was a likely-crazy Time Lord), and started walking to the south of campus. Rather quickly, we tired of walking and flew, clothing billowing in the wind.         We soon walked into Myra’s Dionysus, ordered up a nice bowl of Gypsy Soup, ate said absolute deliciousness, paid, and left to do something I had always wanted to do. I stepped into a store, bought one flower, and flew down the hill.         When I reached the freeway at the bottom, I set the flower on the ground in front of the sealed portal mournfully, visibly downcast. Ditzy appeared not to want to interfere with this moment, because she hadn’t said or done anything.         “Goodbye, Cincinnati Subway. If only they hadn’t killed you all those years ago...” After this, by unspoken agreement, we took wing towards Kentucky.