I woke up today; I got a call from my brother. I don’t understand what he ment but he said,
“hey, Aric. It’s me, jimmy. I love buffalo man, amazing for parkour. I wish you where here man, not with those things you do that I probably should not know about,” I’m a christrian. I don’t fap, does he know of the ponies? My mind flying around I hear something in the basement. The ponies. I walk down and notice them sorta arguing. Great, what I always loved. I walk in and think, maybe cause they are in to small of a space. So I think for a moment, then I call my brother up again.
“Ok jimmy, when you get home and if you see ponies everywhere, its normal. If you don’t, please bring me to the doctors. What, hang on I hear something,” it was like the wind blowing through the house, but all the windows are shut. Then a flash comes from my room. “Um… don’t hang up, I’ll be right back.” I set the phone down and run to my room, and then there stands my favorite pony. Vinyl Scratch. Not really as a filly, but more of a teenager. “Um… h-hi?”
“Um, who are you? Where am I?” Vinyl looks around, then moves around and walks away, but behind her I see Octavia. Both of them standing there, scared and confused. Then I remembered. The other ponies needed more room. So I say to them who I am, where we are, who they are and that I don’t know why they are here and not in Equestria. So I tell them to follow me to the back room and I turn on my ps3 and play some dubstep to entertain them while I get the others. I bring them up in the box I brought them home with. I set them down and let run around. They seemed bigger, older. Like a kid and not a baby. Do they become mares faster than they do becoming old? I didn’t really care. I turned on a few games, played and let them learn how to speak English like Tavi and Vinyl could do. I play and play then my brother comes home.
“So these are the ponies you were talking about? Wow, some of them are actually cute. So you don’t want me to call the cops, or bring you to the doctors do you?
“No” I reply, I look at them all staring at my brother like a god, but not bowing their heads. I say their names and they sorta talk back in English and actually say it fluently. I was proud and dying from cuteness at the same time. Then I realized, they are my daughters, they are like Rainbow Dash from the fan fic. I didn’t care anymore, I was their dad, but I didn’t want them to be forced to be my daughters so I let them live with lots of opinions. My brother now sees why I watched the show, now, I don’t need it. I am living it.