Colorations and Declarations
I was dreaming. Dreaming that dream again. I was floating through a sort of empty, abstract void, not here nor there, with the only the faint glow of some kind of light at the end of the long tunnel assuring me I still had my sight. I wasn’t falling; not really. Instead I felt like I was tied to a rope with something pulling me from the other end. Hard. I felt myself yanked back and forth in all directions, a slight nudge here and there, as if I was supposed to be landing somewhere specific.
I’d been dreaming this dream for just a little over 2 weeks now, the same things recurring and continuing on for what felt like 15 or so minutes in every instance. Despite my dreaming it for so long, I still didn’t have the slightest idea what any of it meant. Was it symbolic? Was it a warning? Was it nothing? I didn’t know. For now, it appeared all I could do was sit there and think about everything. Mostly Tia, obviously.
It had been fifteen years since Tia had appeared on my doorstep. My little Celestia was finally growing up; her legs had grown longer, as had her mane, and she grew smarter and smarter each and every day. Her voice had matured a bit, and her vocabulary had, as well. Of course, she was still just a little filly. But I could tell that she was growing up, even still.
As for myself... what could I say? It had been 15 years. I had been in college when Celestia first came, but soon enough, I had graduated, majoring in journalism. I had worked my way up through the ranks of the corporate ladder, and was now working from home as an editor for a local newspaper. I still lived in the same apartment on Furlow Street, but I made enough on my salary to spruce up the place a bit. The carpet was much nicer, maybe even plush to some feet, the lights were actually bright, the bathroom well-maintained, and the apartment generally had a much nicer air to it. I even had a girlfriend, who lived in the city. We had agreed to only meet up for now, not going to eachother’s homes. It was nothing too serious, but it made me happy enough, and Tia was happy for me. I would have been thirty-seven years old, but according to Tia, I was closer to twenty-five. I certainly wasn’t complaining.
Suddenly, back in dream-land, something started happening that took me by surprise. I felt my whole body being inverted, turning upside down, the void around me flipping and spinning, and I started falling. This hadn’t ever happened before. I could feel the sensations in my body; air was rushing around me, the sinking feeling of gravity’s pull rushing through my stomach. A voice was echoing, reverberating in my head, willing me through the void, until suddenly, a scream woke me from my dream.
I bolted upright, my bedsheets falling off of my suddenly straightened body. The scream had come from the kitchen, down the hallway, and Tia wasn’t in her spot next to me on the bed. I flew out of the bed, my body seeming to be on autopilot as I ran into the entrance of the kitchen.
Thankfully, the scene I rushed in on was not one of red splatters or burns, or any other variety of horrific things that had rushed through my head as I made my way down the hall. Instead, sitting there, looking sheepish and rather embarrassed, was Tia, a small plastic bottle resting on the floor beside her, dripping blots of pink onto the floor.
“I-... I’m sorry!” Tia said, looking at me with her best puppy dog eyes. “I... I just, I thought since you get me a cake every 5 years and it was 15 years as of this morning, I’d bake us a cake myself, and I wanted the frosting to be pink, like always, but I dropped the food coloring and… and...”
Forgetting the still serious look on my face, I surveyed the kitchen. There were chocolate stains everywhere, including the (once, a long long time ago) white walls, yellowed with age and now, streaked with brown. Pots and pans littered the floor, and dirtied mixing bowls and ingredient containers were scattered across the counter.
I looked back over at Tia, who was clearly now very upset.
“I-I’m sorry...” She said, her eyes starting to well up. “I wanted it to be a surprise...”
“Tia.” I said, doing my very best to suppress my laughter and remain stern-looking.
“Please oh please don’t be mad! It wasn’t meant to get like this, I swear!”
I shushed her, grabbing her under her forelegs and picking her up like someone would a cat, directing her over to a mirror.
“Your hair looks pink. And ridiculous.” I said, unable to hide my laughter any longer. Her entire mane was a giant, free-flowing wave of the brightest pink, every hair on her head appearing to have been covered in pink dye. Her coat wasn’t in much better condition, her normally pristine, white fur covered in streaks of brown and pink.
Upon seeing her hair for the first time, Celestia’s eyes grew wide, and then, eventually, settled back into place; her mouth quivered a small bit, and then she was laughing too, her still small body jostling around in my grip.
“Oh my gosh, it really does look ridiculous, doesn’t it?” She seemed to stumble over the words as laughter overtook her more and more, raising a hoof to run through her mane, seeming unable to be certain that this was actually her own hair.
I chuckled along with her, scooping her lower half into my other arm, holding her like she was a baby, like I knew she still liked, tickling the patch of fur on her chest.
She giggled, probably out of relief more than anything, since I wasn’t particularly mad at her. In fact, more than anything, I found myself just content with the fact that she was unharmed, and I told her so.
“I’m glad you’re not mad.” She said, smiling even wider at me.
“We’ll finish the cake later, alrighty?” I said, eyeing the mess that my kitchen had become, and considering how much of a pain it would be for me to scrub those chocolate stains off of the walls. “For now, I think it’s time somebody had a bath.”
In the bathtub, Celestia splashed around, having more fun than one would imagine a God-like deity could in a tub full of water. I added bubbles to it, like I always did, Celestia always saying that she especially liked the way the powder smelled. Apparently to her, it smelled of bubblegum. I didn’t smell it, but I did know that I’d never let Tia try gum again. AFTER her magic had resulted in the gum expanding in her mouth for a reason I still don’t understand, I’d tried to cut the gum out of her hair, only to realize that the moment I took a pair of scissors to her hair, they’d snapped like a twig. Eventually, with enough magical coaxing, Celestia managed to shrink it down enough so I could pluck it out.
I supposed, as I sat there on the toilet seat, that what with Tia being a magical being, that, regardless of how long I’d known her and taken care of her, there would always be things about her I wouldn’t understand.
Now that I thought about it, I wondered just what the extent of her magical ability was. What was the most impressive thing she could do? Other than pull the weight of a massive celestial body into the sky each and every day, obviously.
Looking down at Celestia, who was still having fun splashing around among her bubbles, I picked up a washcloth, idly scrubbing the fur on her back and front to rid it of the stains. The pink in her hair was slowly, slowly running down and into the bathwater, bringing back the multicolor mane I knew so well. The bathwater, already pink enough with the bubble solution, was now about as pink as the Barbie aisle at a Wal-Mart.
“Say, Tia?” I began, finally deciding I wanted to know more about her magic.
“Yeah?” She said, looking up at me with a smile, a single bubble balanced on the tip of her nose.
I smiled back at her, and then continued “I know that, as an alicorn, you’re incredibly powerful, but what are some of the things you know for a fact you can do with your magic?”
Celestia paused for a moment, putting her hoof against her chin. “Hmmm… Well, I can move things around, and, if they aren’t alive, I can usually make them bigger or smaller, like I did with that gum. I can make more of small things, but not too much more. Really, I still have a lot to learn about magic. There are spells that can heal wounds, restore memories, even turn back time…” She said, now lost in thought.
I couldn’t help but be taken aback slightly. During my time with Celestia, I had come to accept many things I didn’t understand, like the existence of alternate worlds and possibly even universes with sentient… ponies living on them, the existence of magic at all, and animals besides birds having wings. But manipulating time itself? That seemed too ridiculous for me to believe, even now.
“But, if your sister could manipulate time, why wouldn’t she go back to before, when you did what you did, and fix it?”
“Not even Big Sis can perform that spell. She used to say that maybe when she was older, but for now, she couldn’t. Only one pony I know has ever been able to do it; our court magician, Starswirl the Bearded. He was a very, very, very old pony. Almost as old as my mother. He was the most powerful unicorn any of us had ever seen. He introduced the whole kingdom to completely new spells no one had ever seen before. I know Luna especially liked him. Said she’d still remember his name even after 1,000 years.”
“Wow…” I said, shocked by Celestia’s tale. Even though I knew she was getting much smarter, I hadn’t expected her to tell me a story like that. I supposed there had been the day 10 years earlier when she had gotten unexpectedly serious for that one day. But there hadn’t really been a repeat of that time. Well, not until now, I guess…
“Tia?” I continued, handing her the washcloth, which was her cue to wash her feet and legs, since her pony anatomy made it a little hard for me to do it myself.
“Yeah?” she asked, looking up at me as she dragged the soapy washcloth across her hooves, looking all together much too adorable.
“Don’t you ever… Y’know, miss Equestria?”
She smiled, looking at her own reflection in the pink bathwater. “Well, of course I do sometimes, just like you talk to me about how you miss your mommy sometimes. You know she isn’t really so far away, but that doesn’t mean you don’t remember what it was like when you were there.”
I grabbed my fluffiest towel off of the rack, and pulled her out of the bathtub, pulling down the drain stopper as I did so. The pink water swirled away, and the bubbles went down the drain along with them.
As I dried her off, her coat a shiny white and her mane back to its old, multicolor self, I wrapped her up and picked her up, holding her fast against my chest. She was nice and warm, and she snuggled against me, her muzzled pushed into my collarbone.
“Well, even though you miss home, you don’t seem to talk about it too much.” I said, nudging open the bathroom door.
“Well, yeah. That’s because I have you. You take care of me even though you didn’t have to, and you make this place feel like home just as much as everypony did back in Canterlot!” she said happily, looking back up at me with those big purple eyes. I couldn’t help but smile and hug her close to me.
“And I will for as long as I need to. You know that, don’t you, little Tia?” I said softly, paused in the middle of the hallway so I could just enjoy the moment with her.
“Of course I do.” She said, wrapping her front hooves around my neck.
Finding myself unable to help myself, I felt tears welling up in the corners of my eyes, threatening to reach past the point of breaking.
To hell if they do, I finally decided. There was no reason to hold them back any longer. For so long, I'd been denying myself. Through everything we'd been through, I'd try to play it off as the heat of the moment, as a temporary feeling. But it had always been there. And I couldn't pretend any longer.
“Tia?” I asked, my voice quaking like a dam about to burst, and indeed, that felt like it was going to be the case, were I to keep this up much longer.
“Yeah?” She asked a little hesitantly, no doubt worried by the shaking in my voice.
“A long time ago, I promised myself I wouldn’t do this. I wouldn’t say this. I wouldn’t get this attached. But, I can’t can’t help myself anymore. You mean too much to me now, and I just can’t anymore. I love you, Tia. Like a daughter. Like more than a daughter…” I said, the tears flowing freely, but myself not making any more noise other than that.
A few moments passed, and the air seemed to have grown colder, clinging to me like it was from the Arctic itself. I didn’t move, didn’t breathe, didn’t do anything at all, really. Then, a single sniffle cut through the silence, coming from the little bundle curled against my chest.
“Tia?” I called out, lifting my arms to look at her face.
She was crying, tears running down her cheeks and sniffles rocking her little muzzle back and forth. But, her mouth was turned up into the widest grin I think I had ever seen from her. And then she was speaking, her voice shaky, but her words firm.
“I… I love you too, David!” She said, her body still shaking against mine with her powerful sobs. “I wanted to tell you for so long! I wanted so badly to let you know how much you meant to me, but I was scared it would just make things worse… But I love you too! Just like a big brother. A special, special kind of big brother. The best I could ask for.” She said, seeming to do it all in one breath, wrapping her little hooves around me, pulling me close. For a few minutes, we just sat there together, our hearts so close we could feel the other’s beating, until the tears from both of us subsided. Finally, I broke the hug. I hadn’t noticed, but the air seemed to have gotten warmer, without my noticing.
I looked down at Tia, who was still smiling up at me.
“I guess you’re stuck with me.” I said, reaching out my hand so she could put her hoof in it.
She looked up at me, smiling as wide as ever, placing her hoof in mine.
“I don’t think I’d rather be stuck with anyone else.” She said.
“Now, how about we finish that cake?” I said, leading her back towards the kitchen. “And this time, I’ll handle the food coloring.”
…
Later that night, after I had fallen asleep, my belly full of cake and my heart full of happiness, I dreamt that dream again.
Except this time, I hit the bottom.
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NEW CHAPTER! AWW YEAH!
That's right fillies and gentlecolts, it's finally here!
Let me just start by saying I am very, very, very sorry that this took so long. I had not originally intended for that to be the case, but... Oh God, so much happened. My laptop died about 4 days ago, when I was about half done with Chapter 3, so I had to start completely from scratch on the family computer, which isn't just for my use, and what with my permanent laziness and other horrid things no writer worth their salt should have, this took much longer than I intended. BUT, one way or another, it's here, and it's quee- Ah, hopefully good
Also, TWO. THOUSAND. VIEWS!?
Guys, I cannot even begin to thank all of you enough. For a writer like me, this is a dream come true. Seriously. None of this would have been possible without your support, and I appreciate it more than you can imagine.
But enough about me, there's adorableness to be read.
Happy reading!
-ThatHandsomeDevil
As always
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This is an adorable story. It must keep going, or i will cry. Don't make people cry.
Great chapter man.
I cried damnit!!
813186 But... But since I made 813218 cry...
Noooo! I've failed you
Oh yeah next chapter please
THIS COMMENT IS EPIC
i share the same name as your protagonist..........this is good
This was the best chapter so far. Please...continue on this. Your doing very....very good with it
There was an epic post here but I deleted it.
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This is good, so cute.
Sir if I could brohoof though the Internet
I would brohoof you
Keep up the good work
You should totally not make this story sad, and at one point, have his girlfriend learn about Tia.
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The first part, I don't know, there will be some sad parts, but I think it will be uplifting overall. The second part; I was considering that, but I'm not sure yet.
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And by sad i meant no excedingly sad My Little Dashie-style endings.
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Nope, something like that is not in my game plan! This isn't My Little Dashie, after all, just in that vein.
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GOOD. THIS PLEASES CTHULHU.
Dammit, i hate when my Cthulu-borne thoughts take control.
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Might wanna have Dr. Betty Marian take a look at that, bro.
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You don't want to see what happens whenever i go to a vet. Or maybe you do.
It goes something like this:
NO! You shall NOT neuter Cthulhu's physical vessel!
"Cthulhu, i'm here for my dog, not me, i'm not an animal!"
It seems Cthulhu is deathly afraid of the Vet.
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I don't blame him, have you SEEN where those gloves go?
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shudder
It's like the doctor always says...
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This has been one of the most suspenseful and heartwarming chapter yet, I even cried
! I can't wait for the next chapter, when I read that simple "Except this time, I hit the bottom." I literally felt my heart sink, it was one of the hardest things I've had to read, I usually don't get very emotional reading fanfics, but with this one, you sure as hell better believe I did! This really has been a great story so far and this chapter was magnificent, please write alot more 
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At first I was like
then I got the joke
Love It so far!
As a young fella by the name of Bon Jovi once said.
*ehem*
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SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOUR TO BLAME
and now there's 11 DISLIKES?
Looks like i'm gonna have to
SEARCH
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DESTROY
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A (young) Bon Jovi reference AND an Iggy Pop and the Stooges reference?
You, sir, get all of the internets.
846461 Don't forget the Hellsing reference.
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I hear good things, though.
Murder me if you must, but I have yet to see dat anime
846874 It's is
vury.
so when should i expect the next chapter?
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I'm not entirely sure, I'm trying to not nail myself down on it, but I am working on it. It shouldn't be too long, maybe 5 days maximum. It'll be pretty soon, don't fret
Also, love the Ratchet pony. Ratchet & Clank for the win.
851647 ratchet is best non-pony pony also you shouldnt worry about being nailed down to a great story
This statement from one of the previous chapters is quite contradictory to one in this chapter:
"...you’re growing YOUNGER at the moment. I can sense it.”
"I would have been thirty-seven years old, but according to Tia, I was closer to twenty-five. I certainly wasn’t complaining."
I believe the protagonist was 22 years old when we found filly Celestia but now he is 25, growing younger would be subtracting years, just because the ratio of how gradual you grow is decreased doesn't mean you grow younger. Can you please explain this contradiction?
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Celestia could very much be wrong about her assumption of David growing younger, she said she still has more to learn about magic after all