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// Chapter Four: Falling Apart 
// Story: My Little Ponies 
// by moench123 
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I go to school everyday praying that the ponies don’t do what I feared. Finding out who they really are. I try not to tell anyone at school that I have my little pony characters living in my home. They could do some things that I really would not want. I walk home everyday with them watching stuff like mythbusters or something so I’m not very worried, but one day, I walk home and there they are, sitting on the couch, TV on Netflix with it paused. Applejack and Rainbow Dash sitting there mumbling stuff to each other then Applejack starts.
“How long? How long where you going to keep lying to us? How long were you going to keep it in you?” I knew it. They’d find out sooner or later. I’m right in my little dashie’s tracks. I held in my tears until they got up and walked into their basement. I sit for a moment, turn off the TV then walk down after them. It was 15 minutes, I must have lost track of time but when I got down there, they were both crying away, tears streaming down their face. I couldn’t help it but crying too. I walk towards them and sit with them. 
“I didn’t want you know that you aren’t supposed to be here, but since you are I am taking care of you. Its not that I wanted to hurt you, in your heart or otherwise, but you are here with me, and I think you belong in ponyville. Bu-but… I just…” I hug them both closely then they both hug back. Applejack says finally.
“Its ok dad, we forgive you. We just don’t know where we belong. Should we stay with you or find a way home?” I loosen up a bit then say back.
“As of right now, you belong here.” Rainbow Dash is just crying and hugging me closer. I can hear the other ponies at the top of the stairs watching. I let go then get up; I walk up the stairs and get something to drink. I pour a cup of tea and I sit down to watch TV with the others, making sure that I will later block the show on Netflix. It wasn’t how I expected, but I don’t know if I’m still in that tracks of the story. I try my best to stay away from the story, but nothing helps. I somehow draw myself closer. I don’t think I can hold the ponies much longer.