Do you know what does it means to be the only Brony in you´re city as far as you know? It means that you´re alone with a bunch of crazy ideas of ponies been cool.
Do you know what does it means to try to make you´re friend to understand how cool is My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic when your language make them sound like a real little girls show? It means that you´re STILL alone with a bunch of crazy ideas of ponies been cool.
But do you know what does it means to be a Brony in Mexico? It means that you´re minority, so matter of fact you´re ignored by most of the community in that you were raised.
Well at least it how I have been feeling.
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My name is Martin Hernandez and I live in the “beautiful” city of Reynosa, in Tamaulipas, Mexico. The only good thing here is that is a border city, with the “Great” county of United States (nothing personal but I was raised this way).
And this was another afternoon in my business, an office and school products shop. And I was basically alone and bored, as nearly always.
I don´t have to do a lot of things here; active a computer for it use, sometimes I make copies of an entire schoolbook or maybe clean a little the place. But today was dead for the business.
No school normally means no sales, and no sales means you don’t have anything to do.
So I decide to do my normal basis of ponies, around six hours without anything to do except watching MLP: FIM show, EQD or FIMFICTION. Anyone of those was good enough to me to spend hours without doing a thing.
Today some fics that I liked were updated so I knew that it was going to be a good afternoon of reading.
I like fan pics, fan music and fan videos but the fan fiction was the one that attracted me more.
There were so many ideas in them, some of them were good, other were bad and, sometimes, other make me sick (really, what up with the specific gore and cruelty in this community). But in the end they were ideas and make me believe that I could understand a little more of their life’s of some of those who shared their histories with me. Especially the self inserts, I know that some of them where exaggerated and others where just mean to be funny, but some of them where really deep.
Make me feel better with myself.
Ponies were such a beautiful and interesting idea. And I´m happy to be part a community that loved them as much as I did, the Bronies. Even if I was the only Brony that I´ve meet in my life.
*thunder*
“What…!” I got scared, I fricking hate lightings.
Then I realized something odd, thunders, in middle of clear sunny day and with a heat so high that I could cook an egg in middle of the street without oil.
I opened the curtain that covered my sliding glass door just to see if there where storm clouds outside.
And then I saw an unconscious naked girl in middle of my backyard.
I close the curtains, count up to ten, and opened again. And she was still there.
I wasn´t sure of what to do so I went to see her closely.
She was a beautiful white girl, with a long black hair and a pink and puple stripe in middle of it. She was completely naked but it would be tiring to talk more about a specific body description so I will just say that she had a good chest and was in a good body shape.
There was just a problem with the picture; she got hurt, all over her body.
My backyard is full of dirt and stones, so however she got there she ended up in a bad spot where to fall.
Most of them where scratches but I could spot some cuts in her back.
I just did the first thing it came to my mind.
I took her in my arms and carried her up to my room.
After leaving her in my room, I when to close up the shop, and give a look outside from my front window to see if there was any curious person around, fortunately I didn´t see anyone, nut it didn’t make me feel better. There´s always the possibility that in the time I got the girl up in my room someone spotted me doing that, it could be easily confused as abduction.
I decide to give more attention to the girl in my room for the mean time. I don´t have any experience with wounds treatment so I did the first thing it came to my mind, I took some hydrogen peroxide from my fathers room to clean her wounds. I was waiting her to get awake but it didn´t happen so I begun to clean her carefully.
I must admit that her skin was so soft that made me feel little nervous, in the bad way. So I decide to stop and went outside of my room to control myself. I took like three minutes and when I was ready to continue I get into my room to find a waked up girl, siting in my bed, staring her finger in a strange form.
She looked up to me and stared me with fear. She must think I´m a rapist. I thought. I need to calm her down.
“¿Estas bien? (Are you alright?)” I asked in my native language as calm as I could, I thought that if she was in Mexico she could speak Spanish. But she didn’t seem to understand a bit of my words.
But she looked more nervous than before. It was like she feared me. Now she really must think I´m a rapist. I thought as if I just screwed the whole situation.
“Oh Celestia, What is he going to do to me know?” She said with a lot of fear from her voice.
Wait, Celestia? “Are you alright?” I asked again in her same language as calm as I could. At least she seems to calm down a little with this.
“Y…Y-You can understand me?” She asked still with fear in her voice.
“Yes.” I responded to her. “My name is Martin Hernandez.” I said to her with an awkward accent. My accent and grammar could be considerate bad but at least I´m understandable. “What´s your name?” I asked to her, feeling like I just returned to English classes in Elementary school.
“M-my name is Twilight Sparkle.” She said with an excellent accent and more confidence in her voice. “Where am I?” She asked to finish.
Part of me was skeptical, the other one was confused. None of them could believe what they heard.
“Twilight Sparkle” I said. “Like the Twilight Sparkle?” I really couldn´t believe it, It would have been more credible if she was a pony but… she wasn´t. “Like the Faithful student of Princess Celestia, the Element of magic and Ponyville librarian?”
Her face passed from confused to surprise to horrify in matter of seconds. “But how do you know all those things from me?” She asked me terrified. “We just knew each other.”
I didn’t know how to respond that. So I said the first thing it came to my mind. “Interrnet.”
Now she was asking me what the “hay” is internet and more and more thing that make me think of why did I help her in the first place?
“Please just calm down.” I said.
“Calm down! Why would I calm down?!” She responded me, angry. “I´m in middle of Celestia knows where, with a hairless monkey that apparently knows everything abut me!”
Must admit I would be scare as hell as she was if that happened to me. “I got a name and a specie, could you at least call me by my name?”
“Why would I?” she asked me standing up.
“Because I´m trying to help!” I responded in a serious tone, trying to avoid her seen her chest to see her face to face.
She calmed a little and her face looked as she was thinking really hard about this situation.
“Ok, let´s just say that I believe that you just want to help me, but how do you know who am I?” She asked in a defensive state.
I didn´t know how to explain her how to did I knew about her, I was more concentrated in not stare her body more than I actually have done without alarming her more.
“I will explain that laterr. But first could you put some cloths?” It’s all I could respond to her.
“Why?” She asked, a little surprised by request.
“Well, because my people, humans, use clothing to hide our shame.” I responded at the same time I begun to look for clothes in a box near my closet.
“I don´t understand.” Clearly demonstrating her innocence.
“It´s inmorral.” I just said as I give her a blouse and shorts.
She decides to not ask more questions about the clothing and get herself dressed. She was a little awkward at doing it but I
didn´t have the courage to say Can I help you? Since I hadn´t won her confidence yet.
For a couple of minutes there was an awkward silence. I didn´t know what to say since I just screw my presentation and I didn’t want to make things worst.
I was thinking how to explain her about the show, about the human world, about the lack of magic, about the internet, about the Bronies and about the horrible place in that she just ended.
“Excuse me do you know how could I send a letter to Canterlot?” She asked me in a serious tone.
This is going to be a long day.