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// Chapter Two: Becoming a Parent 
// Story: My Little Ponies 
// by moench123 
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It was about 5:30 at night by the time I fell asleep. I woke up from my cat jumping onto my face. I push him off, and then I remember. The ponies. I dash down the stairs to find them still asleep. My eyes sorta watered up from knowing, this isn’t a dream anymore, this is real. I notice one is awake. Rarity. She looks around to see where she is then looks up at me with an expression saying “explain where I am right now,” I giggle to myself and I head upstairs. They must be starving. I mash up some carrots and bring them down in a bowl. They were all awake by now. I set the bowl down next to the box, I have gates set up around their area so the cat can’t get to them, and they can’t get out. They nibble down on the carrots like bunnies. Then I remembered. Drinks…. So I run upstairs, grab my ferret’s extra water bottle, fill it with water and a bit of sugar (for pinkie pie) they run downstairs and tie it to the gate. Now, they are ready to stretch out and eat. I pull each one out, all squirming as I grab them. I set them down gently and walk upstairs again to get my breakfast.

They are bored now. They know what they are living in now. So I do some research and I find, what do fillies do for fun. Now, major bronies would make up some crazy idea and say they like to flip cars over, but that’s just plain stupid. So I keep searching, what do you know? A rule 34 expert. “They like dildos” I then have the biggest :are you kidding me: face on and I keep searching. I find they like building blocks like pumpkin cake and pound cake liked when they were being watched by pinkie pie. So I had some blocks the local school gave me from their kindergarten rooms and I gave them to the fillies. They looked at it with poker faces then finally started messing around with them. I don’t know how I’m going to keep going with this but I hope it doesn’t get to far like my little dashie did.