At the M.L.P. Con!

by Ponyess


A Home Coming: 3

I had apparently entered the convention; even though, now I feel more as if I was walking home, or trotting? I'm a pony, such as they were in the show.

I had chosen a deep purple pony with blue eyes and bright blue mane and tail. There is the image on my rump, the Cutie, looking like a light wooden flute? Whatever that means; it was just an option to choose, all ponies have the Cutie here. You know the deal, if you saw any of the show. I did. I must have.

Now I'm trotting into the village, named Ponyville; just like it used to, in the show? I guess I like the name, not that it would have done any difference?

After a while, maybe five minutes, I came up to the house; I had been told would be, where I was to live for the duration. It does look very inviting to me. Giving me the feel of a home, my home.

My little villa has a small garden. A rose on each side of the porch. By the road, I had even the low white fence. It's the picture of home. To me, as was to all the ponies in the show.

The path had been laid with red quarry tiles. I make the cute little pony noises, clip, and clop, as I move from the road, and all the way to the door.

Once at the door, I notice it isn't locked, which's very convenient; since I had no key to the door. I guess we never did lock the doors. Why, none ever broke into anyone else's home. None I could recall of. It isn't in our nature.

None wearing shoes, or boots. Actually, most were nude, in every episode, throughout every season of the show; with that, the hall is empty. Short of the three doors.

On the left, there's the fillies room; which's where the shower and toilet was, which it still is. None had cared to remove any of it. Of course the shower is in a separate room, just as the actual facility you know as the toilet.

To the right; I found my kitchen, just where I like it to be; the way I could recall. The final door leads to the living room. There is a sofa, a table, the TV. I recall there was a portrait of me. I had to have something on the walls. There's a framed picture of a rose.

On the right, just by the sofa, I have the door to my bed room. I have my bed in there. There is also a window towards the garden. I guess it is all so .. me?

I could have lived my entire life here, for all I knew.