My Little Changeling, and Dating

by Ponyess

A Day Together With Ditzy: 2

She had picked me up early. I guess I should have expected it, on second thought. I can't blame her, I am just as eager to see her as she is to see me, or the concert.

I may not be overly used to socialisation. Though I had rarely been entirely on my own, until I got banished from the hive. That's the single hardest thing I had to go through.

Now it seems as if I am to get used to picking up and having friends. I have to get used to maintaining friends and friendships. There is an entirely new challenge on my part, though I guess I could get used to it and even enjoy it.

Maybe I never was the Pony to hold grudges, but if it comes down to it, I would never give them a chance to ruin my life again. The Ponies of Ponyville picked me up, made me feel right at home, like I never felt before.

She chose to pick me up, to take me on the date. Apparently, she had made me excited all day. I had been waiting and looking forwards, to what she had planned for me.

This had turned into something more than merely sharing the cake with her and her daughter, that one time. That had been a single occasion. It had been a complete occasion I still do treasure, but a single moment.

She had been to the party Pinkie Pie, the pink mare threw for me, just as numerous other Ponies had. I guess it would bring a tear to my eyes from time to time, thinking back at that party. I had enjoyed it in ways I had never been prepared for. I couldn't prepare for it. The tear is on the one hoof from the joy she had made me feel, while on the other hoof, sadness as it reminds me of who I had been and what I had been like. Just as it reminds me of how I felt as I had been banished.

Maybe I can be happier here, with the pink mare around. I think I can be more complete here then I could ever had been where I came from, where I had grown up.

Then a strange notion hit me. It had been unexpected and uninvited, but what it told me just couldn't be denied. She does act, just the way a Changeling would have acted. She needs the love of every Pony around her, as if she had been feeding, nourished by their joy. Was this why I had accepted her, or why she had accepted me? If she had been a Changeling, she would have been working in the best interest of what ever hive she was from. She had after all made it easy for me to fit in with these local Ponies.

I had pushed the thought out of my head, as convincing as the thought was, I couldn't deal with it right now. I have a date to prepare for. I was looking forwards to the promise the grey Pegasus mare had given me. I enjoy her company, I just couldn't afford to lose what I had just been given. Apparently, she was enjoying it with me, even though she did have a foal of her own to take care of. Maybe I could help her with that too?

Just having a special somepony alone made me feel strange. It could make me dizzy or light-headed on occasion, particularly if it was mere minutes until she was supposed to show up at my home in order to pick me up for a date. I never had a date, it was a foreign concept where I came from. It was a none subject, but I can't explain it to any pony right now. Maybe I could tell her later, if she stood by my side that long.

I was troubled by the notion. I would have to tell her and explain all of it in time. If she was to love me, that is. This wasn't something I could hide forever, even if I knew it is a problem and troubling subject. I could but hope she wouldn't leave me, when I finally did burst the bubble and told her who and what I was. This is one reason why I was putting it off, waiting to see how close she truly was.

Right now, I was content with having her by my side, walking down the street to where we were heading. Being seen with her openly was but the first step.

I was lost in thought and was oblivious to most of what went on around me, aside from her presence, that is. It is after all the reason why I was here on the street in the first place. Not that I enjoyed sitting on my room all day, but if I had no reason to go out, it is all I had. I had been staying indoors and at home, most of the day, for this simple little reason. Now I am out with the mare who had promised more than the mere company by my side at breakfast. Maybe she wanted to have somepony by her side, just as much as I did.

How long had we been walking along the streets of Ponyville, I had no idea, but it couldn't have been all that long since it isn't that large a community.

Maybe I had been lost in the clouds, but eventually we did get there. I realised that we had arrived as she was slowing down and I hear a large crowd outside. It is obviously a popular concert. I am not about to let that getting in my way, so long as we get in, I am content.

We stopped, just behind a pair of other Ponies. I am not sure who they were. I guess I may have seen them once or twice. Most likely on my party, when Pinkie Pie had been kind enough to throw it for me. Even if she probably saw it the other way around. I had been kind enough to excuse her to throw a party. It is apparently all she needs, a silly excuse. I had stumbled into town and she picked up on it, simple as that. I'm not the one to blame her, not now, not just because I was the mare of honour of the party. I had enjoyed her party, all the loving ponies she had gathered, just to make me feel happy and welcome.

“We're here?” I enquired.

“Yup, we are here alright. That's why wanted to be here early!” she responded, pointing out the line of ponies as the reason, why she picked me up early.

“Oh!” I merely exclaimed quietly as I saw all the ponies who had already lined up.

“We can enjoy the quiet inside, once we have found our seats!” she pointed out with a widening grin, looking back at me.

“I can enjoy a moment with you inside, before the concert is scheduled to start. Even if we are not alone, or monumentally quiet!” I teased her with a slight wink towards her.

“Yeah, it isn't going to be overly quiet or private, but at least we can spend the time together!” she responded in kind as we joined the line of excited Ponies.

There was a murmur of voices growing in intensity as we moved forwards towards the entrance to the concert hall, where a Pony was selling tickets and checking Ponies against a list of prepaid and reserved tickets and seats.

Just a moment later I noticed other Ponies had joined the line behind us as we moved forwards. At least the desk had opened and accepted Ponies into the building. Maybe we were not quite as early as I had imagined, after all.

The line is between two and five ponies wide, but moves fairly quickly. As long as the line had appeared to me, it wasn't all that long now, I realised with a sigh of relief as I could see progress on our way towards the seemingly elusive goal.

It could have been as little as ten minutes, or it could as easily have been the entire day as we finally did reach the door. The one detail that told me that wasn't the case is that the sun is still up, Celestia had not yet pulled it down on us.

“Ditzy Doo, is it? Two tickets for the concert. May I see them so that I can tick you off on my list, please?” came the mare behind the counter, just behind the door into the building.

“Certainly!” Ditzy responded as she reached into her pocket, where she had placed them, just after she had demonstrated them to me.

“Thanks, Ditzy. Proceed to your reserved seats!” the mare responded as she had seen the two tickets Ditzy had produced.

“That wasn't so bad. At least we're in!” She pointed out as we started to walk towards our seats.

“Yeah, at least we are in. I was starting to worry for a while, before we got close to the entrance and before you produced the tickets!” I responded, as we followed the line of Ponies inwards and towards our seats.

“I couldn't help but notice that. I chose seats on the third row of seats, since I like to be close to the musicians. It is worth the bits, since it gives me the feeling I am actually at the concert, rather than merely listening to the music. I may not mind enjoying listening to recorded music, but if I am to pay to be on the concert, I can as well experience actually being there with someone!” she put forth.

“Was it that obvious? I guess most of the joy is in the experience, or we could have been at your place!” I responded, although I knew that wasn't entirely true on my part, I was already starting to feel the crowd around me.

“I am afraid so. Not that it bothered me, but we got in just in time before it was starting to be more than fun on me too. I think we got perfect seats, not too far up front, but close enough to experience the event first hand!” she continued.

“I am afraid so, though these are our seats!” she pointed out as she indicated for me to take the seat beside her.

“I guess I will just have to get used to it. I am not into hiding how I feel. Finally!” I responded as I sat down, starting to look excitedly towards the scene with expectation clearly painted all over my face.

“Now you look like a fillie at Hearth's Warming Eve!” Ditzy pointed out.

“Or Pinkie Pie, ready to pounce you on a Surprise Party!” I suggested, incapable to contain my excitement.

“Ah yeah, I guess that would work too!” she responded.

“It is the impression I had from her, at my party!” I explained.

“That sure was a blast. Good thing I did not miss it. Both my daughter and I enjoyed it Royally. Pinkie Pie knows her parties!” she pointed out.

“She managed to demonstrate that as clearly as when Celestia raises her sun!” I suggested.

“Some Ponies may argue against it, but I guess they have to be from Canterlot. Any Pony who has been to her party would agree!” she continued, just as the noise level started to raise above what made for private conversations.

“I guess the concert is about to start!” I observed.

“Yeah, I think so to!” she finished.

All of a sudden the room was dead quiet. The first musician was entering the scene and sat down, fiddling with her instrument and tuned it up in order to play.

A moment later, the next musician followed the first, claimed her seat and started to fiddle with her instrument. Then came the third, before Note Worthy entered the scene.

“Greetings, it is my very special honour to welcome you here and present the three distinguished musicians to you!” he explained.

“In the centre stands Octavia, she is going to play the Cello for us here tonight!” he stated as Octavia bowed to the audience, which was us.

On her right, we have Lyra Heart String on her Lyra!” he continued and Lyra bowed to us.

“To the right of Octavia, we have Big Macintosh, adding his vocals to enhance our experience!” he continued and Big Macintosh bowed.

“I am Note Worthy, I wrote the notes and lyrics!” he finished, before he bowed and stepped aside.

Then Octavia started to play. Lyra soon followed suit, before Big Macintosh completed the trio with his voice.

The audience did not make a single sound, sitting still as they enjoyed the music. Ditzy sit on my right as she enjoys the music with me.

There was but a minutes silence as they flipped pages in their notebooks, before they continued to play the next piece. They stunned me with the brilliant music, just as they stunned every other Pony in the room, I couldn't blame them. There is something moving to the music.

I had felt as if I could breathe, first as they made the short rest between the songs. I had not realised, just how long each of the songs were, there is no time within the room while they play. It is as if there is but the music in the room. As if they had been playing us instead of the instruments, the way a puppet master would play the puppets via the strings he was holding in his hands.

Hours later Note Worthy returned up, onto the stage. The music was quiet and the three Ponies stood silent before us.

“I hope you have enjoyed the music as much as I enjoyed writing it!” her stated as he bowed.

Then Octavia, Lyra and Mac bowed in turn in the same order as before. Now applause were heard from the entire audience. I realised, I am one of them here and now, expressing my excitement. Then it hit me, I had been crying, that is just how deeply they had moved me.

Then they all bowed together as one, before we sat down. A moment later they filed out the way they came, before we rose to our hooves and moved out. The concert had come to an end.

“I didn't realise it would move you this deeply!” Ditzy pondered as she saw a tear on my cheek.

“Me neither!” I responded.

“I think it may be time to leave!” she pointed out, as she noticed all the Ponies had left.