Octavia paced eagerly in the walls, her hooves kicking about splinters that she had long since neglected to clean and her tail picking up more dust that seemed to never stop raining from above. The walls of a cottage was no place to live, although they were well built, she made sure of that! Her body shook, and her eyes zoomed about her surroundings, there was nothing much, like there ever was to begin with. She got into a tiny box, fitted with strings, and went down to her little abode.
Her little stow away was nothing to be envious of. The large beams were fitted with tiny ropes that held a small box to make a tiny elevator, that elevator ran to the floor boards where her little "home" was, and in that home was make shift furniture and basic tunnels to get to the things she needed. Things like the kitchen that now had food in it, although she was often okay with growing her own (regardless of how much of a chore it was on her small form), and basically other places in the small home, but nothing as important as that. The kitchen was were she bathed, cooked, and relaxed by her little perch in the window. She had long since given up on leaving her home for long, as animals tended to find her interesting, and ponies would shriek in fear, rearing up and nearly squishing her, or better than that, not noticing her, and nearly squishing her anyway. In the floor boards were other small essentials that grew as years passed; her cello, that she loved dearly and played often, her tiny furniture, a living room set complete with table, couch, china cabinet, entertainment center, and a little flat-screen TV that had a sticker on it. The sticker was a picture of a large strong stallion holding a mare on a nice little beach, and if she pressed the button on the entertainment center it was connected to, it would play the sounds of the beach, waves, seagulls, and a nice breeze.
Octavia sighed as she trotted into her home, the tiny couch was comfy for her size, and the TV was left on for her to see when she got home. What she really needed to do was relax, and not worry about how weird everything just was. Jumping into her couch, she looked at her table, a few stickers adorned it. A sticker of a candy jar, a sticker of a remote, and a sticker of stacks of magazines, which she didn't care much for, since she had plenty of tiny little sticker books on her plastic book shelf in the corner. On her walls were stickers of art, but those were also promptly ignored for the real fun; the TV! Her favorite show was on, it always came on at three, although her little plastic clock always read three, she was still none the less excited for the newest installment of "Beach Stallion Dreams"! Octavia lay comfortably on the couch, her legs hanging over the side just enough, and her eyes dancing over the sticker on the little plastic screen.
The sticker remained one image, but that didn't stop the vivid imagination of the earth mare, oh no, in her mind, a very intricate story was being played out, and it was one of episode 1,897! This episode was a bonus follow up to the last one, where Sir Senor Stallionguard was called in for duty at the hospital (he was a handsome head surgeon), leaving his lover, Daphne Diamond behind, where she had a scandalous date with Stallionguard's older brother, Ricardo Fernandez Chase, who was a famous but still very humble life guard on the Golden Mane coasts. This time, Stallionguard walked in on his lover and his brother making passionate love in their condo living room. It should be said that things got very ugly, tears were shed, and love was lost. Octavia yawned as the credits rolled, looking over at her plastic clock.
"It's three already! I had better get the house cleaned up!" the grey mare shouted before running to a small house, the exterior a bright yellow plastic, but inside was a tiny little kitchen, and right next to it a stair well, and right after that, a den. Octavia never bothered with the stairs as they were not really stairs, it was a wall with a sticker that looked like stairs. This always bothered Octavia as there was a second floor to this little plastic home, but no way to get to it. It would have been nice to have the little bedroom up there and a nice bathroom. But she would have to settle with the living room. "First! I need to do some dishes!"
Octavia went to a tiny little counter where there was a small indent meant to be a sink, and that was it. It was a tiny pink fake sink, with a little pink faucet that was solid plastic. But this never stopped Octavia, as she turned a fake nob and began to make obnoxious water noises.
"I had better watch the water this time, I flooded the kitchen last time!" Octavia was sure to head her words as she watched the sink, still making loud water noises. She suddenly turned off the faucet and plunged her tiny hooves into the fake sink full of fake water, making more, less water like sounds, as she splashed about doing the dishes. "Maybe today I'll just get a box or something to get that bed down here? I'll climb up there and build some stairs later!" As she finished the dishes, she drained the sink, being sure to watch, since she didn't want the sink to flood. As she waited, a loud noise came from above, a regular throbbing sound, like the bass of a song, rumbling the ground, and shaking her small set up. Octavia frowned at the sudden disturbance. But before she could get an imaginary broom and wack the ceiling in anger, a bed, a nightstand, a tiny bathtub, and a few place mats, and a tiny dresser came tumbling down from above. Octavia only looked on in awe at the sight. She had it! The bathroom and bedroom set! Octavia squealed before moving the tiny little items around and sorting them out.
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Octavia looked over her work, the bed had been set up in what was once an empty den, and the bathtub was placed in front of the stairs. There was a little towel on the tub, and there was even a shower head to enjoy relaxing showers, and a nice little pink place mat. She was happy to see it was made of felt with a sticky pad on the back, and not the typical paper based stickers she had in the rest of the house. With a sigh, Octavia trotted to the bath. She turned on the water and let it run for a bit, putting her hoof under an imaginary stream, her mouth still making that loud water noise. She let her hoof set until she pulled back with a loud "ouch!"
"That's a tad hot..." she hissed before readjusting the fixed knobs. After fiddling with them for another minute, she finally got into the tub, her fur feeling relaxed already, and her bottom hooves poking from the bottom as she sunk in deep, feeling the "water" soak into her fur. This was the life only a few ponies would be blessed to live!