Pone Pets - Suns and Moons


                                            Pone Pets - Suns and Moons

                                            By: RedRaven68

                                            Based off of the works of Doctor


                                            >It's Sunday morning, probably Suns' favorite day.

                                            >Even though she didn't work or have any responsibilities, and the days of the week had little significance to her, it's as if she just instinctively knew that Sunday was the 'lazy day.'

                                            >Or in her case, 'extra lazy day.'

                                            >She looked so adorable, sprawled out on the carpet in the sunlight, shuffling across the carpet every 30 minutes or so to follow the moving sun through the sky.

                                            >You could watch her all day, and you would have if you didn't have to fill out various tax forms or other paperwork.

                                            >At about noon, the sound of your doorbell reminded you that you had visitors coming today.

                                            >You opened the door and saw your neighbor Cheryl-Lee, and her three young charges, Scoots, Bloom, and Sweets.

                                            >She normally babysat the young girls for their parents on Sundays, but frantically called you last night as she had car trouble and had to get it fixed.

                                            >"Thanks for helping me Anon, of all the days for me to have car trouble."

                                            "Don't worry about it, if these girls are anything like you said, this won't be any trouble at all."

                                            >You looked down to the three beaming faces looking back at you.

                                            >Sweets' father worked at a Ferrari dealership. You think his name was Magnum.

                                            >Bloom lived with her grandmother and older brother at a local farm.

                                            >And Scoots...well, you couldn't remember what Scoot's parents did, but they traveled a lot.

                                            >However, they did all know you, and being a fine, upstanding pillar of the community, had no trouble with this arrangement.

                                            >You waved goodbye to Cheryl-Lee, and as the girls stepped inside they followed you to the living room.

                                            >As you entered you saw Suns with her head up, looking questionably at the three new faces in the house.

                                            >The three girls shrieked in unison up seeing Suns.

                                            >"Aww, she's so cute!"

                                            >While initially frozen in fear of the girls, Suns soon relaxed as they all began petting her, realizing that six hands were much better for pets than your measly two.

                                            >This went on for about an hour, the girls petting a blissful Suns while you did paperwork, but eventually you heard Sweets' voice.

                                            >"Mr. Anonymous, can we give Suns a makeover?"

                                            >You were about to say no, but remembered the 4 extra loads of laundry Suns had made you do last night. You said you were gonna get payback on her, and figured this was a great option.

                                            "Sure girls, Suns would LOVE a makeover!"

                                            >Suns, oblivious at what was to come, whinnied in excitement at all the attention she was getting.

                                            >Sweets took out a large tackle-box style makeup case out of her bag and opened it up, displaying it's contents.

                                            >Mascara, nail polish, blush, lipstick, a whole rainbow of makeup was in the bag.

                                            >Bloom had dumped her backpack on the floor. She must have had nearly 100 different bows and other hair accessories in there.

                                            >They both turned to Scoots, who shrugged.

                                            >"C'mon, does it look like I do any of this stuff?"

                                            >As Sweets began to apply makeup to Suns, Suns desperately began backing up, before hitting a wall.

                                            >She was backed into a corner by the girls, and had no where else to go.

                                            >Resigned to her fate, she lied on the ground and closed her eyes, realizing she wasn't getting out of this.

                                            >About 2 hours later, the girls were finally done with their masterpiece.

                                            >They guided a hilariously defeated looking Suns into the kitchen where you were working on your tax forms.

                                            >You tried, and failed to contain your laughter as Suns looked at you with a face that could only say, "Why have you forsaken me, human?"

                                            >She had on bright red lipstick, two pink circles of blush on her cheeks, and enough mascara where it looked like her eyelashes would fly away.

                                            >In her mane and tail were dozens of ribbons and bows, a notably big one right at the base of her tail, with innumerable smaller hair accessories tying off smaller portions of her hair.

                                            >You're not even sure how they managed to put the hair accessories on her, as her mane and tail never really felt like solid objects. These girls were impressive.

                                            >Lastly, perhaps the topping on the cake, they had even drawn a smiley face on both of the suns on her flanks.

                                            >She looked like a mix between a sad clown and a Thailand ladyboy hooker...not that you had personally known one that is.

                                            "Wow girls, she looks amazing, I couldn't have done a better job myself!"

                                            >Just as you finished thanking the girls, your doorbell rang again.

                                            >Cheryl-Lee was back, and it just turned out that a squirrel had chewed through some wires.

                                            >As you said bye to the girls and closed your door, you turned around to see Suns with a look of murder on her face.

                                            "Now, what am I going to do with you, clownface?"

                                            >You were giving Suns a bath.

                                            >After carefully untying the hundreds of annoying bows in her mane and tail, although you had to admit she did look cute with the giant one on her tail, you ran the water to get the makeup off of her.

                                            >As you lathered her up and washed her off again over and over to get all the caked on makeup off of her fur, she continuously gave you a look as if she was trying to kill you with her glare.

                                            >Not only did you subject her to torture at the hands of tiny humans, but even worse, the makeup session interrupted her historic Sunday snooze.

                                            >Truly a crime worse than murder.

                                            >After you had dried her off, during which she had made sure to get as much water as possible on you, you sat on the couch watching TV.

                                            >You tried to get Suns to sit next to you, but she was still holding a grudge against you.

                                            >She wouldn't even look at you.

                                            >You then had an idea, a peace offering she would like.

                                            >You walked over to the fridge and took the last piece of cake you had out.

                                            >You really wanted it for yourself, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

                                            >As you walked back to the couch you saw Suns staring at the cake, but she quickly turned away to hide her interest.

                                            >You sat back down on the couch, and holding the cake, patted the spot next to you, motioning to the cake.

                                            >Suns looked at the cake.

                                            >Then looked away.

                                            >Then looked at the cake.

                                            >Then looked away.

                                            >You couldn't possibly imagine the fierce internal battle she was having then and there.

                                            >Eventually, after about a minute of this she broke, jumping into your lap with a smile on her muzzle.

                                            >You spoon fed her the cake, knowing you were spoiling her rotten.

                                            >To you, it was worth it.

                                            >As you placed the plate on the coffee table, Suns thanked you and acknowledged your apology by nuzzling your chest.

                                            >You drew her into a hug and gave her a kiss on the nose, wishing that the days like this would never end.

                                            >You were her best friend, and she was yours.

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                                            >You were driving home from work Friday night. It was raining pretty hard, and even with your wipers going full blast you couldn't really see that far ahead of you.

                                            >As you carefully drove down the dark road, you spotted a small dark object slinking across the road.

                                            >You slam on the brakes, and thankfully end up just barely tapping the dark object.

                                            >After a few seconds of figuring out whether or not you had a heart attack, you looked to see what you almost hit.

                                            >Peering above your steering wheel, you saw a dark pony lying in the middle of the road, it's head on it's hooves.

                                            >It looked dirty and hurt, but most of all it looked alone.

                                            >You knew you couldn't just leave it there.

                                            >You got out of your car and approached the pony, your headlights illuminating her.

                                            >As you got closer, you saw that she had black fur and that she too like Suns had wings and a horn.

                                            >One of her wings wasn't folded up, stretched out as if it was hurt, and she had a large gash on her flank, where she had a mark that looked like a cresent moon.

                                            >She had to have been out here for quite some time to be this dirty and hurt. There isn't a building for miles.

                                            >You kneeled down next to her, and she snarled at you. She was not a happy pony.

                                            "Woah there girl."

                                            >But still, you couldn't leave her there.

                                            >You had an idea. You had a large beach towel in the back of your car, and if you could wrap her up and bring her home, you might be able to take her to a vet.

                                            >More importantly, you could see if she had owners. You knew that if you lost Suns you'd be devestated.

                                            >Carefully approaching her with the towel, you slowly moved to her side, before throwing the towel over her head and body.

                                            >Even though she looked exausted, her fight or flight instinct kicked in, as she begand kicking, hissing, and even trying to bite you.

                                            >You had none of it as you wrestled her into the trunk of your hatchback. She was gonna get help, and she was gonna like it.

                                            >As you got back in your car and continued to drive home, you slowly heard the hissing and neighing in the back decrease, and eventually stop.

                                            >She at least seemed appreciative to be out of the rain.

                                            >After you had arrived home, you opened your trunk expecting the worst, but things weren't quite bad as expected.

                                            >Shestared at you with large turquois eyes, and pupils that looked like those of a snake.

                                            >She didn't look happy that you picked her up, but she seemed to know that at the very least you weren't going to hurt her.

                                            >You hoped Suns wouldn't be too excited when you brought another pony into the house.

                                            >As you opened the door and carried the pony inside, you saw Suns waiting eagerly for you.

                                            >As she tilted her head at the bundle in your arms, she popped her head out, staring at Suns.

                                            >She began snarling even angrier then before, trying to jump out of your arms and lash out at Suns.

                                            >ohshit.jpg

                                            >Suns dashed into the living room as you tried your best to carry the crazy pony into the bathroom to fix her up as best you could.

                                            >You set her down on the rug on the floor, and carefully took the towel off her. She had calmed down a bit now that Suns was away from her.

                                            >Why had she acted so aggressively to her? Did she just not like other ponies? Either way, that was gonna be a problem while she was here.

                                            >Either way, you had work to do.

                                            >Taking some bandages, you tried your best to apply them to the numerous cuts and scrapes she had.

                                            >She didn't flinch, but you did hear her whine a bit when you applied antiseptic to her cuts.

                                            >You hadn't even though about how she had wings AND a horn yet.

                                            >Everyone you talked to thought that was strange about Suns, and you didn't know anyone else with a pony who also had both.

                                            >Knowing what might happen if she saw Suns again, you left her in the bathroom for a moment to deal with the situation.

                                            >Suns was sitting patiently outside the bathroom, wondering exactly what was going on.

                                            >You put your hand on the back of her neck and guided her to your room.

                                            >Once inside, you went down on one knee and put your hands on her cheeks.

                                            "Now Suns, I need a few days to figure out what to do with this other pony. She doesn't like you, so I'm gonna have to keep you out of her way for a bit. Understand?"

                                            >You're not really sure if she understood as she's a pony, but she licked your face anyway.

                                            "Good."

                                            >You left Suns in your room and went to check on the other pony again.

                                            >You didn't really like just calling her 'pony,' so you had to figure out a name for now.

                                            >Naturally, the only one you could figure out was 'Moons.'

                                            >You were quite the creative one, weren't you?

                                            >She was still sitting in the same spot as before.

                                            >With all that had happened in the past hour or so, she was probably exhausted.

                                            >You picked her up and carried her into the kitchen to see if she would consume any hay or water, she barely even responded to your touch.

                                            >You set her down in front of Suns' bowls, and put some water and a compressed block of hay into the bowls.

                                            >She sniffed the hay before ravenously devouring the entire bowl in what seemed like a matter of seconds, before eagerly drinking down all the water as well.

                                            >She turned turned to you, as if expecting more.

                                            >You obliged her, wondering how long it must have been since she last ate like this.

                                            >After she was apparantly satiated, you carried her over to Sun's bed and laid her down into it.

                                            >Almost instantly her eyes closed and her breathing slowed.

                                            >Even if she didn't exactly like you, at least she trusted you.

                                            >You'd take her over to the vet tomorrow morning and get her cuts and wing checked out. Maybe Doc Angel could see if she had one of those RFID tag things.

                                            >You yourself were so tired you didn't even care enough to take a shower before bed.

                                            >You simply walked into your room, changed into your sleepwear, curled up with Suns in your arms, and fell asleep.

                                            >The things you do for ponies.

                                            >The next morning, you got up at around 10:00 to see if Moons had caused any damage while you slept.

                                            >To your surprise, she was still fast asleep in Suns' bed.

                                            >Like every other pony you had ever seen, it was impossible for her to not look cute while sleeping.

                                            >Aww, her leg even twitched a bit, like she was trying to gallop in her dream.

                                            >You didn't want to wake her up by petting her or anything, as you weren't quite sure if you would lose a hand that way.

                                            >Instead, you put more hay, and some chopped carrots into a bowl, and placed it in front of her face.

                                            >You made another bowl for Suns, and brought it into your room.

                                            >You put the bowl down in front of her, and gave her a few scratches behind her ears.

                                            "I know it looks like this new pony is getting all the attention right now, but I promise it won't be forever."

                                            >She smiled and licked your hand, and began eating.

                                            >You went back into the kitchen to check on Moons again.

                                            >Not only was the bowl now empty, but she had already fallen back asleep!

                                            >You had to give her a bath before bringing her to the vet, so you carefully picked her up and carried her to the bathroom.

                                            >You set her on the ground and turned the water on, bringing it to a nice and warm temperature.

                                            >With the grace of 1000 underage Chinese gymnasts, you gently picked her up and lowered her into the water.

                                            >She was definitely still tired, but awake enough to keep her head above the water.

                                            >You gently scrubbed her, watching as all the dirt and grime roll off of her.

                                            >The cornucopia of smells you were receiving told you, yeah, it had been quite some time since this pony had seen soap and water.

                                            >It also turned out that her fur was actually a dark blue, with all the dirt covering it up.

                                            >The only part of her you didn't clean was the broken wing, you didn't want to risk breaking it more.

                                            >Throughout all of the feeding and bathing, she barely acknowledged you.

                                            >She only seemed to look at you when she wanted more food, or in this case, wanted to get out of the bath.

                                            >You picked her up and placed her on the ground, where for the first time since you saw her she stood on her own four hooves.

                                            >You dried her off, being careful not to hit her wing, and put one of Suns' many collars on her.

                                            >She looked rather silly with her dark demeanor, wearing a collar with smiling suns that said, 'I'm walking on sunshine!'

                                            >Leaving her in the bathroom one last time, you went to check on Suns.

                                            >She was sitting on your bed, watching people and cars pass by outside through the window.

                                            >Normally you'd get angry at her for being on your bed when you're not there, but considering the current situation, you'll allow it.

                                            >You put the covers over her and gave her a pat on the back.

                                            "I'll be back in a bit Suns, I promise we'll do something when I get back."

                                            >Going back into the bathroom, Moons seemed to be waiting for you, expecting to go somewhere.

                                            >You clipped on a leash to her collar and began to walk.

                                            >She obediently followed you, careful to not strike her wing when walking through a doorway.

                                            >You opened the door to your car, and she climbed onto the back seat, making herself comfortable.

                                            >As you drove, she seemed interested in what was going on outside.

                                            >Other cars, people, dogs, you could see her eyes tracking everything as they passed.

                                            >And even though she didn't make any noises, she seemed to bear her teeth whenever you passed someone with a pony.

                                            >Holy shit did she have fangs?

                                            >Eventually you pulled into the local vet's parking lot, 'Dr. Angel's Veterinary Services.'

                                            >The guy reminded you of Dr. House a bit, being all dry humor and seemingly hating everyone, but he was good at what he did.

                                            >You walked into the waiting room, and thankfully there were no ponies in there.

                                            >You then walked up to the counter, where you checked in with the secretary there.

                                            >Sitting on a cushion behind the counter was Butterfly, Dr. Angel's pony.

                                            >She was a cute little Pegasus with a pink mane and a yellow coat, with three little butterflies on her flanks.

                                            "So, how is the good Doctor doing today?"

                                            >"Well, Angel Bunny's in one of his moods, as always," the secretary told you, "I think it's because the deli forgot to put carrots in his salad."

                                            >That nickname of his given to him by his employees always made you laugh.

                                            >They called him that for two reasons:

                                            >One, was his fondness for carrots, simple enough.

                                            >Two, ever since he moved here, a rumor has been going around that he used to bartend at a Playboy Club.

                                            >You doubted it, but it made for interesting conversation.

                                            >After a few minutes, a voice boomed out from the doctor's office.

                                            >"Anonymous, get your ass in here."

                                            >You looked down to Moons.

                                            "Well, that's us."

                                            >As you walked into the examination room, Moons in tow, you thought a bit about Doc Angel.

                                            >How did a guy so cynical and sarcastic own such a sweet little pony like Butterfly.

                                            >Truth be told, you thought he was the type of guy who'd own a pitbull.

                                            >Inside, Dr. Angel dryly greeted you.

                                            >"Hello Anonymous, throw another lawn dart stuck in Suns' back?"

                                            "No Dr. Angel, and if you remember correctly that was an accident...after I got it stuck in my own foot. Besides, I'm here with a pony I found last night on the side of a road, a few miles out of town."

                                            >Dr. Angel looked at the pony with the broken wing and motioned to his work table.

                                            >"Put her up here and I'll see what I can do."

                                            >You picked up Moons and placed her on the table. She looked rather unsure at Dr. Angel, but let him poke and prod a bit.

                                            >"Aside from the sprained wing and cuts, she's otherwise healthy. You said you found her on the side of the road?"

                                            "Yeah, she was just laying in the road. She ate two whole blocks of hay when I brought her home."

                                            >"Hmm."

                                            "Could you check if she has one of those fancy RFID chips? She didn't have a collar when I found her."

                                            >"Sure."

                                            >He picked up a small device about the size of a barcode scanner and searched the area around the base of her neck. Nothing.

                                            >"As far as I can tell right now, she's a stray."

                                            "Ok. I'll take her to the shelter tomorrow, see if anyone's been looking for her. Say, can you do me one more favor and check out her teeth?"

                                            >"Why?"

                                            "Just look for yourself."

                                            >Dr. Angel quite hesitantly took a depressant stick and lifted one of Moons' lips. She let out a rather quiet but aggressive whinny, but otherwise didn't react.

                                            >His eyes went wide when he saw her fangs.

                                            >"Wow."

                                            "Yeah."

                                            >"Anonymous, you pick the strangest ponies."


                                            >You were driving home from the vet, Moons in the back seat.

                                            >Dr. Angel had told you that it would take a little while to heal, but unlike a human's ankle, a pony's wings were more adept to fixing themselves, so it would just take time.

                                            >She definetly wouldn't be flying for a while though, probably for the best.

                                            >You decided to take a longer, but more secluded route home, so hopefully Moons would have nothing to react to.

                                            >Looking in the rearview mirror, you could see Moons staring out the window, scanning the landscape for something.

                                            >Probably more trouble.

                                            >Looking closer at her face and muzzle, she had a rather dignified look, sort of like an angry leader in Civ after you declared war on them and razed three of their cities.

                                            >If she could talk, she'd probably speak with a posh accent and call you a, "Right wanker."

                                            >You laughed at the thought.

                                            >She was still ignoring you though. She hadn't looked at you the entire ride back.

                                            >Perhaps she was looking for her owner?

                                            >Whatever the trouble was, it wouldn't be your problem after tomorrow.

                                            >You could drop her off at the shelter, and with features like her's, it wouldn't be hard to find the owner.

                                            >Pulling into the driveway, you could see Suns looking out at you, luckily Moons didn't see her.

                                            >She looked so cute with her nose pressed against the window. Daww.

                                            >As you were walking in, a cunning idea popped into your head.

                                            >She didn't seem to give you negative attention when you picked her up, so you were gonna try something to make her like you more.


                                            >Without warning, you scooped up Moons into your arms and nuzzled her back, much like blowing raspberries on a baby's stomach.

                                            >This was always something that sent Suns into funny pony half whinnies/half giggles.

                                            >Moons on the other hand, did not find the experience so delightful.

                                            >Contorting her leg into some strange angle, you got a firm hoof to the temple.

                                            >Dazed, you dropped her down to waist height, still holding her.

                                            >After the stars had dissipated from her vision, you looked down to see Moons looking at you, baring her teeth.

                                            "Ok. Yeah. Won't do that again."

                                            >You put her down, and she followed you to the door and inside the house.

                                            >All you wanted to do now was lie down on your bed with a bag of peas on your face, but you'd promised Suns you'd do something today.

                                            >The sky had cleared up on the way home, and it looked like it'd be perfect now to take her to the local Pony Park

                                            >Before you did that though, you'd have to put Moons in a different room.

                                            >Your bedroom had Suns.

                                            >The bathroom was too small.

                                            >And your office? You were afraid you'd come back and see all your work destroyed.

                                            >Out the bedroom window with Suns it was then.

                                            >You refilled the bowls in the kitchen with water and hay, gave her a pat on the back for which she suspiciously eyed you, unhooked the leash, and went into your bedroom.

                                            >This was probably gonna be the least graceful thing ever.


                                            >You entered your bedroom and saw Suns' head whip around to see you. She eagerly bounded off the bed, putting her front hooves around your waist and her head on your belly.

                                            >Goddamn she was the most adorable pony in the known universe.

                                            >Her excitement only heightened when she saw the leash. It had to have been a few days at least since you had been out in the neighborhood.

                                            >You hooked her up and led her to the window, opening it up.

                                            >She cocked her head at you as you lifted her up, pushing her through the window.

                                            >It was a few feet to the ground, luckily not too much for Suns.

                                            >You on the other hand tripped on the leash as you swung out over the windowsill, and landed flat on your back.

                                            >While contemplating why you even tried this instead of going through the front door, Suns nuzzled your face to let you know all this was appreciated.

                                            >You got up and dusted yourself off, and proceeded down the sidewalk with Suns.

                                            >As you walked down the sidewalk, Suns went into a fancy little trot of sorts.

                                            >The sun was shining, the bird were chirping, and when she was a happy pony, she let the world know it.

                                            >As you approached the Pony Park, you saw quite a few people there with their ponies.


                                            >You unhooked Suns so she could go and play with the other ponies, and spied your neighbor Tank on a bench.

                                            >He was a pretty cool dude, his name was Jeffery Jones, but everyone called him 'Tank' as he commanded a Sherman Tank in WWII and recieved a Medal of Honor for his actions at the Battle of the Buldge.

                                            >When the Germans began to push against American lines, he orginized a line of Shermans behind his tank, "The Speeding Tortise" against overwhelming odds so all the infantrymen behind them could make a run for it. He was awarded the MoH when he jumped out of his tank during an artillery barrage to rescue a soldier who ended up with a tree on his leg.

                                            >When asked about it, he'd say, "I never left a man behind."

                                            >After is wife died a few years ago, he wanted a pony to keep him company.

                                            >He ended up taking a blue pegasus he named 'Lightning' from Doc Angel, who thought it would be the best fit for him.

                                            >She was fast and crazy with a rainbow mane and lightning bolts on her butt.

                                            >When she was let off the leash, she sped past all other ponies, with arial manuvers riviling the Blue Angels, but you never saw her gentler than when she was at Tank's side.

                                            >They were the perfect pair, though you'd never expect it.

                                            >You walked over to Tank and took a seat next to him.


                                            "So Tank, how's it going?"

                                            >"Pretty good Anon, pretty good."

                                            "How's Lightning doing?"

                                            >"She's doing great. She's been practicing all these spins and flips I've never seen before. It's like watching P-51s chase down Bf-109s."

                                            >He went quiet for a moment as you both watched her speed through the air. She was quite graceful.

                                            >You looked for Suns and saw her galloping around happily with a few other ponies.

                                            >They passed a tree and out of the corner of your vision you saw a white unicorn stallion with blue hair trying to mount a pink pegasus with a crystal heart on her flank.

                                            >Jesus, didn't any of these owners listen to Bob Barker before? Spray and neuter your pets people.

                                            >Tank tapped you on your shoulder.

                                            >"Say, speaking of Lightning, mind if I ask you a favor for next week?"

                                            "Sure, what ya need?"

                                            >"I'm going to be headed to a veteran's reunion, and I need someone to watch Lightning for the day."

                                            >By next week Moons would be out of your hands, so it wouldn't be any trouble. You'd be honored to help your friend.

                                            "No problem Tank, I'd be glad to."

                                            >"Thanks buddy."

                                            >After about thirty more minutes, you had decided it was time to head home.

                                            >You called for Suns to come over to you, she raced over so fast you thought she was going to knock you over!

                                            >After giving her a few scratches behind the ears, you thought an even better idea would be to grab some ice cream.

                                            "Dammit, I'm gonna end up spoiling you rotten."

                                            >As if sensing what you were going to do, she made a cute little whinny.

                                            "And it's completly worth it."


                                            DISCLAIMER: Anything past this point is 100% not canon to Doctor's original stuff and I'm completely making this shit up.


                                            >You yourself had gotten Cookie Dough.

                                            >For Suns, you picked out Penut Butter Banana Swirl.

                                            >Why? Well, you know that thing where if you give a horse penut butter, they end up moving their lips and it looks like they're talking?

                                            >Ponies did it too, especially Suns.

                                            >You felt horrible with every spoonful watching Suns try to eat it all and flapping her lips, but she couldn't look happier.

                                            >You had an extra container of vanilla in a bag that you were going to try to give to Moons when you got home.

                                            >What? Just because she hit you in the face (totally not your fault) didn't mean you weren't gonna spoil her too.

                                            >Once you had both finished your treats, you wiped any remaining ice cream off oh Suns' muzzle and began to head home.

                                            >As you walked home, you began to wonder where exactly these ponies came from.

                                            >It was fiveish years ago that these ponies started to appear out of the forests and woods in various places, with absolutely no explanation.

                                            >Government teams would go into forested areas to try and locate where they were coming from, and why.

                                            >But every time they tried to look for a source, they wouldn't find any.

                                            >Sure, they'd get a bunch of curious ponies bounding up to them, but they never saw where they came from.

                                            >After enough time and since they appeared in such large numbers, they were deemed safe for domestication.

                                            >Since the government couldn't keep track of them all, they thought they might as well let US citizens take them in and take care of them themselves.

                                            >You never really thought about it as it was just cool that they were here, but it really was weird.

                                            >Looking down at a contented Suns, you remembered how you got her. That was an interesting story too...


                                            >You were on a date that night, about two years ago.

                                            >She was a solid 9, and on the crazyness scale she seemed pretty ok. A 7, maybe an 8.

                                            >But with that booty, you could deal with an 8.

                                            >Sweet lawd that booty.

                                            >You had a date with her that fateful night.

                                            >It was all planned out. Fancy dinner, a movie if you felt like it, then home for some sweet action.

                                            >You hit a kink though at the first step. Even though you made an early reservation, the restaraunt was still full when you got there.

                                            >They told you it would be at least another half hour.

                                            >You were about to boil over and slap a waiter, when your date pulled you aside and made a suggestion:

                                            >"Anon, I saw an animal shelter down the street. We can see all the cute baby animals!"

                                            >Going to an animal shelter and seeing sad dejected animals wasn't your idea of a romantic evening, but if it's what she wanted, you didn't care.

                                            >It was a short walk, but once you were inside, you regretted the decision immediately.

                                            >Cages upon cages of dirty pleading animals were what greeted you.

                                            >Dogs barked until their voices hurt, and cats stuck their paws through the bars, trying for any sort of contact.

                                            >Then you saw her.

                                            >A white pegasus with a horn, and a beautiful, almost erethral shimmering mane.

                                            >Even in that enviornment, she still looked happy, in a sad sort of way.

                                            >Like all she wanted was a friend.

                                            >She didn't make noise, she didn't jump around, all she did was slowly put her hooves on the cage while she stared at you with those pretty violet eyes.

                                            >But as soon as you saw her, your date grabbed you by the arm and pulled you toward the exit.

                                            >"Hey, the pager's buzzing, our table is ready!"

                                            >You didn't want a pony anyway, what were you, a five year old girl?


                                            >The dinner was nice, you had a great 40 dollar steak, and were making pleasant conversation over a bottle of wine.

                                            >Well, for the most part, you were listening, she was drinking and talking.

                                            >The conversation started out normal enough. Job, hobbies, music, generic date conversation.

                                            >Then once she reached the second bottle, shit got weird.

                                            >She started talking about stuff like how her father is wanted in three states for murder and her mother is a semi-famous taxidermist. OF PEOPLE.

                                            >But you know what? You could deal with this.

                                            >She was just drunk and talking about the first things that came to her mind. You were pretty weird when drunk too, like that one time where-...wait, what was she saying?

                                            >"But I feel we have a really deep connection. We're gonna get married, have 10 kids, and then retire to Florida where we both get addicted to meth, then pass away while our children squabble over what money we have left. How's next week sound for the wedding?"

                                            >That was it, your entire body, even Anon Jr. was sending you a message that she was a Crazy 10:

                                            >'RUN BITCH, RUN!'

                                            >You remembered seeing a window in the bathroom. That was your way out.

                                            >Excusing yourself from the table and discretly slipping a $100 bill under your plate, you made your move to the bathroom.

                                            >Once inside, you saw the window looked smaller than before.

                                            >You were gonna really have to squeeze your fat ass if you were gonna get out of here.

                                            >Were you really doing this?

                                            >The phrase popped into your head, "retire to Florida."

                                            >Fuck yes you were.

                                            >You crawled out that window.

                                            >You crawled out that window like the desperate motherfucker you were.

                                            >Landing back first on the asphalt, you decided to give yourself a minute to decide if you were gonna go to the hospital.


                                            >Eventually, you got up.

                                            >You could feel your shirt had a new hole in it, and the back of your pants were soaking wet.

                                            >As you began to walk back to your car, you wondered why you had this bad luck with relationships lately.

                                            >They were either crazy, or...no that was normally it.

                                            >After a bit you realized that this wasn't bad luck, but just your shitty choices.

                                            >You cared so much for the booty that you didn't even see if the relationship was gonna work long term.

                                            >You even began to drift away from some of your friends recently. It's like you forgot how to make them.

                                            >You needed someone to teach you again, and you think you knew who that someone was.

                                            >Truth be told, you thought she needed a friend too.

                                            >As you walked back into the animal shelter, the volunteer at the front put down her magazine.

                                            >"Back so soon? What happened to your date."

                                            "Eh, that didn't go so well, but I think I missed out on someone here."

                                            >You walked down the row of cages untill you reached the pony.

                                            >She looked up at you, excited and confused to see you again.

                                            "Her."

                                            >The volunteer opened the gate, and the pony bounded to you. She knew she was going home.

                                            >You picked her up and held her in your arms.

                                            "What's her name?"

                                            >"She doesn't have one. She was picked up yesterday wandering out of the forest. With a coat like her's she would have been eaten by a bear within a week."

                                            >It was then you noticed the two suns on her flanks.

                                            "I'll call you...Suns."

                                            >The volunteer rolled her eyes at the amazing name, but you didn't notice as you embraced Suns. You had a new best friend, and so did she.


                                            >Exciting your daydream, you noticed that you were ariving home.

                                            >You carefully shoved Suns back into your room through the window, and walked in through your front door, bag in hand.

                                            >You found Moons lying by the sliding door, staring into the backyard.

                                            >As always, she didn't acknowledge you.

                                            >Time to put the plan into action.

                                            >You sat down next to her and took the cup of ice cream and a plastic spoon out.

                                            "Hey Moons, I got something for ya!"

                                            >No reaction.

                                            >You took a spoonful, and held it in front of her muzzle.

                                            >After a few seconds, the delicious sent of the vanilla treat wafted into her nose and she took notice.

                                            >She looked at the spoon and followed the arm to see who was holding it. She looked sceptical.

                                            >She probably still remembered the driveway raspberries fiasco.

                                            >After what felt like an eternity, she took a risk and ate the spoonful.

                                            >Waiting like a chef being judged by Gordon Ramsey, you were afraid of what might happened.

                                            >To your surprise, she looked at the cup, then at you!

                                            >She was finally acknowledging you, even if it was just to feed her.

                                            >Taking a risk, you began to stroke her back as you fed her.

                                            >She seemed ok with it, at the very least she didn't respond at all.

                                            >That was better than another hoof to the face.

                                            >After the cup was empty, you continued petting her with no protest, but what happened after surprised you even more.

                                            >She scooched ever so closer to you, and rested her head on your thigh.

                                            >It wasn't much, but it was a start to melting that icy heart.


                                            >That night, you laid in bed with Suns curled up against you.

                                            >She was using you as a giant teddy bear. You couldn't move if you tried.

                                            >She better not get used to this, there was white fuzz everywhere.

                                            >Your mind eventually drifted to Moons.

                                            >You were hoping she would warm up to you, but you were going to take her to the shelter tomorrow.

                                            >You couldn't keep Suns cooped up in this room much longer, and any interaction with Moons would be terrible.

                                            >And besides, there was probably some poor family looking for their pony.

                                            >Another thought ran across your mind.

                                            >What if she didn't have a family? What if that's why she was so cold and alone.

                                            >You did find her in the woods after all.

                                            >And while she did seem younger than Suns, she was bigger than a filly.

                                            >Perhaps she had been out there for a while.

                                            >As you thought, Suns nestled her head under your chin, nearly stabbing you with her pointy horn.

                                            'I'm gonna have to put a cork on that if this keeps happening Suns.'


                                            >The next morning was uneventful. Shower, get dressed, feed the ponies, eat, and as of now you were taking Moons to the animal shelter.

                                            >You felt a pang of sadness as you made the drive over, this might be the last time you see Moons.

                                            >As mean as she was, you thought she was starting to warm up to you, and she was cute after all.

                                            >You pulled into the parking lot and led her in by the leash.

                                            >Unlike most animals that seem to know what's going on at an animal shelter, she showed no resistance or fear.

                                            >You entered the building, and moved to the front desk.

                                            "I have a pony here, I found her walking by the road outside of town a few nights ago."

                                            >The secretary looked disapointed. You're sure it's never a good thing when someone walks in with an animal, and out without one.

                                            >"Follow me please."

                                            >You followed her into a room that looked out into a larger room that had many other ponies in it.

                                            >Moons, curious, walked over to the chain link gate that separated the two rooms.

                                            >"Now sir, I need you to fill out this form. Tell us anything about her that you think we should know. I see the broken wing, but anything else would be helpful."

                                            >You began to write just about everything that had happened, when you heard what sounded like all hell breaking loose.

                                            >Moons had seen all the ponies on the other side of the gate, and decided then and there that she did not like them.

                                            >She had taken to pounding on the gate with her hooves, and hissing as loudly at them as she possibly could.

                                            >You looked into the window into the main room and saw all the other ponies cowering in the corner.


                                            >"Sir, we can't take her. If we took in a pony that aggressive, we would have to euthanize her."

                                            "But...why?"

                                            >"Isn't it ovbious? She's a danger to all the other ponies in there! I'm certain most families wouldn't want to take a pony home like that!"

                                            >You looked at Moons. Yes, she was a piece of shit for stuff like this, but you couldn't just turn her in if she'd be killed!

                                            >You'd forever think it was your own fault.

                                            "I think I'll just take her home."

                                            >The secretary raised her eyebrow, "Are you sure?"

                                            "Yeah. C'mon Moons."

                                            >It took a bit of work, but eventually you were able to get Moons out of that room and back to your car, where she promptly began tearing at the back seat.

                                            >You didn't like that color anyway.

                                            "What am I gonna do with you Moons?"

                                            >By this point in the drive she hat returned to sulking out the window.

                                            >As you drove you knew you HAD to make her at least be bearable around Suns.

                                            >For yours, Suns, and even her own sake as well.

                                            >When you returned home, you searched around your attic and found a kennel you used when you had to keep Suns away from your super alergic cousin.

                                            >It took a bit of force, and a few cuts on your hand, but you were able to put Moons inside.

                                            >Nervously, you went to your room to get Suns, putting a leash on her.

                                            "I know you're not gonna like this, neither do I, but it's something we have to do."


                                            >You led Suns out into the living room, and held on tight as she tried to run away when she made eye contact with Moons.

                                            >Moons responded in same from the confines of her kennel, trying to bust her way out of it.

                                            >It took all your strength, but you were able to eventually sit down with Suns on one side of you, and Moons on the other.

                                            >Moons was still snarling at Suns, and Suns was fed up and began to as well.

                                            >You had just about given up at this point, you were on verge of screaming.

                                            "Why do you both have to fight! I want you both to be happy, but you Moons seem insistant on fighting everything, and you Suns keep trying to run away, even when she's in a cage!"

                                            >Whoops. You screamed.

                                            >On the brightside, your screaming had made both of them stop.

                                            >After they had finished staring at each other, they stared at you.

                                            >And after an even longer time, it seemed as though they began to quietly talk to each other, one speaking, and the other responding.

                                            >What they were saying, you had no idea.


                                            >You are Suns.

                                            >The current bane of your existance, the blue demon Moons, was right in front of you.

                                            >You hadn't seen each other much over the past few days, but you were each very able to tell who the other was.

                                            "Why are you being such an annoyance? You're brought into Anon's home, he dotes on you, and yet you don't show him any affection at all for what he's done! At the same time you go out of your way to

                                            hate me and every other pony in existance!"

                                            >"Please, spare me the whining, it's not as if I wanted to be here. The human kidnapped me from the forest where I was doing just fine for myself."

                                            "'That human' has a name you know, and doing just fine for yourself? You were coverd in cuts and bruises! You ARE covered in cuts and bruises! Just look at your wing, do you think you're

                                            doing anything with that!"

                                            >"I doubt you would know what it's like to survive, princess. Living in this house without a care in the world, being fed and cared for! You're soft!"

                                            "And you're cold! Why do you try to attack everyone you meet? Haven't you ever had a friend?"

                                            >"The only other creatures I've ever dealt with have done everything in their power to try and either take advantage of me or kill me. The world doesn't deserve my trust, nor do I wish to give it."

                                            "But Anon took you in, fed you, healed you, even gave you ice cream! The least you can do is give him your trust, even if you don't want to be here. He clearly wants to be sure you're ok."

                                            >"At least I can pride myself on not being completely dependent on him."

                                            "Take that back you witch!"

                                            >"Never you parasite!"

                                            "Demon!"

                                            >"Glutton!"


                                            >You are Anon.

                                            >And oh shit this isn't going well.

                                            >After what seemed like a few minutes where Suns and Moons seemed to be almost talking to each other, they devolved back into hissing and trying to attack one another. Now even Suns was trying to hit

                                            Moons in her cage.

                                            >You hated this. You just wanted them to get along.

                                            "STOP!"

                                            >Both ponies stopped again and looked at you.

                                            "Ok, I get it. You don't like each other. And Moons, you don't like much of anything. That's fine. But I need you two to at the very least deal with each other's existance. I shouldn't have to keep you two

                                            apart because you just want to fight each other. I don't want to keep you two apart, I want to be able to fight you both. If not for each other, do it for me. Please stop fighting."


                                            >And back to Suns.

                                            >You both stopped to listen to what Anon had to say. You picked up bits and pieces.

                                            >"Blah blah blah stop fighting."

                                            >"Blah blah blah love you both."

                                            >"Blah blah blah please, for me."

                                            >You knew it hurt Anon to watch this.

                                            >You could make a deal with Moons, only if she would agree with it.

                                            "Ok, here's the deal: We stop fighting, period. We don't have to love each other, we don't have to be cuddle buddies, we just have to not kill each other."

                                            >"I'm listening, go on."

                                            "You don't want to be here, but for the time being you're stuck here. Embrace it, eat the food, go for a walk without trying to rip the throats out of other ponies, and if Anon gives you a hug, give him one back. It's the least he deserves for saving your sorry flank."

                                            >"I'm going to ignore that last part. But fine. As soon as my wing is healed, I'll be over the fence out out of both of your lives for good."

                                            "Works for me."

                                            >You put your hoof on Anon's thigh as a way of acknowledging what he had to say.

                                            >He breathes a sigh of relief and pulls you close for a hug, which you return.

                                            >He then turns to Moons' crate, and carefully unlocks the door. Leading her out, he eyes her suspiciously before realising that she's not going to go for Suns' throat.

                                            >"Well, now that that's over with, I'm going to take a-OOF!"

                                            >Moons is cut off as she too is drawn into a hug by Anonymous, which she begrudgingly returned.

                                            >You stiffled a laugh at Moons' expense.

                                            >"If you let out so much as a chuckle, I will kill you in your sleep."


                                            >You are Anon.

                                            >Waking up in the morning after last night's meeting with Suns and Moons was rather scary.

                                            >You were 50% sure you were going to walk out and see either one or two dead ponies.

                                            >Luckily though, they were both still asleep. Suns in her bed, and Moons in a makeshift bed made out of couch cushions.

                                            >You were gonna have to buy her a real one. And a second leash. And another food bowl. And more hay.

                                            >It's not like you enjoyed having money or anything.

                                            >Speaking of money, you should get started on your work.

                                            >Normally you'd be getting ready to commute to work, but you're going to be working from home today, as well as the forseeable future.

                                            >Your boss is a sucker for charitable deeds, and when you told him you were fostering an injured pony with an atitude problem, he ate it right up.

                                            >You actually kind of liked working at the office though, it gave you space from your number one adorable distraction.

                                            >And now you have two of them.

                                            >If Moons had similar sleeping patterns to Suns, then she wouldn't be awake for at least another two hours.

                                            >Making yourself a cup of coffee, you sat down in your recliner and took in the pleasant quietness of the early morning.