Tentative Pet Pony

by Ponyess

An Arrival: 1

Author's Note:

Girl's POV

Instead of a convention, I had chosen to go on a one-week vacation. It is the Sunday, just after I was free from work idea, as it goes.

From finding the site, to booking the small cabin wasn't a very substantial leap. Vacation is to be fun and relaxing, after all. That's why I chose it in the first place.

There was apparently a bus taking me to the small village, aptly named 'Ponyville', after the show, or isn't it? The bus was going back and forth, once a day.

---

I had gone lightly packed since they included everything I was to need, or it is what I had imagined from what had been listed as included in the deal. The most important, no cash required. I had paid, before the ticket had been sent to me by mail. I had received it, at least a week before the departure.

I had been carrying little more than the clothes on my back, why bother carrying more, if everything is included?

---

Arriving at the cabin, the door was unlocked, the room empty. I had moved into the cabin, there is a living room, a bed room, a kitchen, and the Mares room, as it was. Basically all I need, after all.

The living room holds a sofa, a table, then the three chairs and the TV. Naturally, it is a beech wood floor, the walls were covered in wooden panels, matching the walls. I had found the remote, and light just under the ceiling. Nothing much or fancy?

There is a kitchen, including all I need, which is including food, both prepared, and more for me to try my hoof in cooking, if and when I so desired. I had tentatively poured myself a glass of juice, orange, by the looks of it.

Once I got to the mares' room, is the first chock. No old fashioned toilet. There was another utility, in its place, simple and to the point. I need but stand up on the spot, and the lower orifices would line up. Simple as that. I found the sink, opposing the utility, of some confusion. There is even a set of towels.

I had even found the shower, no complaints there, once I had gotten used to the first chock of unorthodox designs.

In the bed room, I found a bed and the night stand. There is a night light, naturally, by which I had been promised, I could read. Just as there is light from overhead. I also found the wardrobe, that's where all my clothes, or garments had been stacked away, awaiting my arrival. They are the size I had specified, thankfully.