How I ended up living with six pony girls?

by DanishDash


Prologue

I'm not really sure how to begin this, how do you really start off anything so insane? Guess I could begin with my name and so on, there is so much to tell and I have no fucking idea how to describe it all. Well, let's start with an introduction, my name is Daniel Hartvig Passer.

Yea, pretty long, so I just go by Daniel H Passer.

If you're reading this, then I'm sure you already know a little bit about me. I'm human, about 25 years old. I'm average height, short blonde hair, a little messy and spiky, but hey, that's what you get for never really caring about stuff like that. I guess you can call me muscular, but I would not call myself buff in any way, slender is probably a better word.

So yea, I'm a pretty average guy I think. I work, go shopping, take care of my home. I work at home most days, but I do have a part time job in town to earn some extra cash. Not that I spend that much, but you never know when you need extra cash, right?

I'm a musician, a decent one if I'd say so myself. Decent enough that people will pay me to make them some jingles or something bigger. I have a whole recording/music room down in the basement. That is my main source of income, which is pretty great. I love music, and I can play a nice range of different instruments.

Other than that, I do a few jobs with a friend from town, you know a little handyman work, nothing to complicated. I do pick up a few tricks I use at home whenever I need to fix something, and I get a little extra for my savings.

At any rate, I live alone, my parents passed away a few years ago, and I don't have any siblings, so I've become accustomed to be alone. It is not that I'm a shut in or anything, I hang out with my friends now and again, play video games and go out drinking, but I do like my quiet life at home.

I inherited everything from my parents, including the old family farm from my grandparents. Not that we lived there, but my dad made sure to keep paying for it with the intention of renovating it for when he and mom would retire. When they died, I sold the house and moved out here, don't know why, maybe to be in my sorrow alone, help me be close to something we all loved, a place of happy and warm memories. By the time I had gotten better I simply decided to officially move in, and so I spend my time improving it.

The house itself is in fine condition, but you know, it can use some new paint here, some repairs there, and so on. I relax doing these things, taking care of the garden, making repairs, I am content with what I am doing out here.

Yes, everything was nice an quiet, nothing seemed to ever happen in my quiet little life, and I was fine with that, or, at least I thought so. You see, life has a way to kick you in the balls whenever you least expect it. I had always thought life, fate, whatever you wanna call it, would never bother with a nobody such as me. But it seemed she had other plans for me, a plan I would never understand, but come to thank her for.....