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//  A New Home in a Different Time: 4 
// Story: Rarity and Spike 
// by Ponyess 
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    I had followed Pinkie Pie to the home of one of her friends.  Naturally, both Spike and Rarity had followed me.  Only now, it feels as if Spike is more of a father-figure and Rarity my mother.  Maybe part of this lies in them both being adults, not quite looking like the Ponies, where we all came from.

Walking on my hind hooves felt a bit strange for about a day, maybe that is caused by my age, rather than the shift in perspective.  So many things have changed for me, I can’t quite put a finger to it, which is part of what is strange.



Back in Ponyville, Cheerilee was our teacher, but since I am no longer there, who is to teach me now?  Will I find friends, like the old friends I used to call the Cutie Mark Crusaders, back in Ponyville?

Maybe I knew Spike always had had a crash on Rarity, from the day he arrived at Ponyville with Twilight Sparkle, but it never did die or fade, in part due to Spike giving her the fire ruby in the form of a heart.  He certainly did help her, more than he could have been expected to, but he still did it, all the same.



Should I have felt jealous, well, I guess that is too late now.  He still does act as the assistant, but now taking up more of a father’s place in our lives.  Besides, Hitomi is a nice girl, as strange as her name sounds, what does it mean or does it say anything about her at all?

Apparently, Hitomi had prepared our rooms for us and supplied us with private belongings.  I even have a room of my own.  She had provided me with both a bed and a desk.  It isn’t the kind of desk I am used to from Cheerielee’s school, but a more Human type Office desk, by the looks of it.

Each and every time Hitomi pronounces her name as she presented herself, it makes me think of a bird singing, like with Flutter Shy, I am not sure why, but I guess it is something in how she pronounced every syllable as she spoke.

Everything is strange and new to me.  Not just the name, but the furniture and everything else as well.  She is so cheerful, kind of as if she was singing or trying to cheer us up?  I don’t know if I am bothered or grateful just yet.  I hope I will get used to it all.

The one thing I feel I could truly recognise is my bed.  That would be convenient since it may help me sleep better at night.  If I couldn’t sleep, I would be cranky in no time, I know as much.

I am not new to wearing clothes since Rarity, who will henceforth be referred to as Mom is a Fashionista.  I had been given a wardrobe in my room, but it is empty for now, short of a set of panties, tops and skirts, in case I wanted to go out.  Mom will make me all the garments I may want and need, once she gets going and she can establish herself in our new home.

A few stylish ensembles would be nice to have, I think.  Maybe it is how she raised me since she has raised me for most of my life as far as I can recall.  Maybe that would make her my mother on an emotional level, even if we can act as sisters as well, from time to time.

For now, I still don’t really wear anything indoors at home, unless we have guests, that is.  When I go out I will wear the panties, top and skirt, though.  With luck, I will have a few pairs of stylish boots to wear when I go out, too.

Apparently, Pinkie Pie had left us a mountain of Muffins, which feels very much like her.  Besides, we could live on these pastries an entire week, for all I care.  We do need to eat, after all.  Hitomi couldn’t prepare for all three of us moving in, could she?

Of course, Hitomi will still sleep alone in her bed in her very own bed room, I don’t mind.  It is still her home, even if we moved in to life with her.

I had noticed that Rarity and Spike got a room together, where they will sleep.  They would keep their clothes in there as well.  Although Rarity has another room, where she is going to create her fashions, including the clothes for me, herself, Spike and Hitomi.  She does need a room, where she can work, after all.

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